The Evil Thoughts of Hogwarts and the Genie

Chapter 90 I'm Fighting Dumbledore

I shouldn't be here. This isn't what I expected.

Lily Evans pressed her lips together tightly. This wasn't the first time her good intentions had led her into trouble she shouldn't have. She had misjudged Mrs. Soman's predicament, mistakenly believing she could help her out.

However, this will certainly not be the last time she does this. This Gryffindor girl, as the sole outsider,

I listened to the trash talk of the old man and the young man with a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity, so embarrassed that even my toes curled up.

"A sharp-tongued brat." Aberforth's expression was incredibly varied. His entire old face contorted in disgust and disdain. "A halo? What halo? Oh, the same old thing again, isn't it?"

He laughed heartily, drawing even more attention to this strange group, which made Elena shift uncomfortably.

"I wish he could hear you, kid. You think being called 'the greatest wizard of the century' and 'the man who defeated Grindelwald' is his aura, you think he's amazing, don't you?"

"Only his enemies admire him for that, always have. Do you think I would feel pressured by this? Ashamed of myself for a selfish man flaunting his achievements?"

Aberforth shook his head vigorously. Edmund could tell he was serious.

"This is just too funny."

"Come on, I know who he is." Aberforth shook his head dismissively. "You say I have a bad temper and are unreasonable, and I admit that's fair. But if you say I envy or am jealous of Aberforth, then you're talking nonsense."

Edmund chuckled along with him, his blue eyes narrowing into slits, a look both innocent and wicked:

"Then it seems I was wrong. You don't care about the principal that much—but that's not my fault. You immediately assumed that everything I said was taught by my father, so I would assume you're also heavily influenced by your brother, isn't that perfectly normal?"

Aberforth was startled and raised an eyebrow, staring at Edmund for a while, seemingly preparing to acknowledge that Edmund was also an independent individual and not necessarily as evil as he imagined.

Aberforth stared intently for a while before laughing and uttering the most inappropriate thing he could have said:

"Come on, kid."

"You look exactly like your father."

Aberforth's conclusion stemmed from his meeting with Oscar Sohman. Aberforth's impression of the elder Sohman was that of a persuasive elitist, a description quite consistent with Edmund's.

That's incredibly vulgar.

Elena gripped Edmund's shoulders tightly, afraid that in a fit of rage he might transform into something she couldn't comprehend. Edmund wasn't actually angered enough to transform, but he was nearly so.

The genie, with good temper, shook his head and said politely:

"Poor Aberforth, old and blind. Unable to shake off prejudice and resentment, unable to be the more popular one among his brothers, he pretends to be wise by making others unhappy."

"I heard you have a little sister—and she likes her even more."

He didn't finish his sentence, and it turned out that Aberforth's lungs were far more fragile than Albus Dumbledore's. He was indeed far inferior to his brother:

Edmund had barely mentioned "sister" when the filthy old goat raised his wand. And as soon as the spell was unleashed—the old man was blasted away at a speed fast enough to break a Muggle's bones.

But this wasn't because he triggered Cain's damage reflection mechanism, but because of maternal love!

Edmund turned around speechlessly and saw that Elena's arm, which was casting the spell, was still trembling, while Lily Evans covered her mouth in horror, her emerald green eyes filled with confusion.

Here's a little-known fact that no one except the Soman family knows: Elena also possesses the powerful magic unique to the Dumbledore family.

But she lacked confidence and was very bad at casting spells. She couldn't control this power at all—so even Edmund couldn't guess whether she really wanted to kill Aberforth to vent her anger, or whether she had "magical explosion" again, amplifying an ordinary spell to the point that even "armor protection" couldn't stop it.

"Hahahaha." However, this did not stop Edmund from bursting into wild laughter.

He made Lily Evans so dizzy with laughter that she really wanted to call the police.

"Pathetic old man!"

Elena quickly covered Edmund's mouth, forcing him to swallow the rest of his sentence: "Now he can only lie on the ground braying like a donkey!"

With a terrifying roar and Aberforth flying a considerable distance away, more young wizards and their parents reacted. Many cried out in panic, "An attack? Was it a dark wizard? Quick, find the person in charge—where are the patrolling Aurors?!"

Fortunately, Elena, who had followed the UMNO party for most of her life, was quite experienced in this. Holding one child in each hand, she didn't even glance at Aberforth again. The woman strode out of Platform 9 with steady but extremely fast steps, and for the first time in her life, she breathed a sigh of relief upon arriving in the Muggle world.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Her unfortunate son was still laughing hysterically, Edmund was doubled over with laughter, which made her so angry that she pinched the brat. Then Elena finally turned her gaze to Lily Evans's face, and the little girl was so shocked that she almost froze, completely dazed.

...

But the ordeal was not over yet. Suddenly, a commotion arose, and a group of men and women dressed in revealing clothes rushed over like a pack of starving wild beasts.

"They're out! They're out—look! Look over here, Muggles!!"

"Wh-what?" Elena muttered in confusion, hugging her two children tightly.

The group surrounded the three of them in a comical manner, merely standing there, not daring to touch them. It was as if they were both afraid of provoking them and afraid they would escape.

"They appeared out of thin air—they are wizards! They are wizards!!"

The man was gesticulating wildly and spouting nonsense that clearly violated secrecy laws.

But the voice sounded strangely familiar. Edmund looked up and saw only the face of a thin, sorrowful man.

Ironically, a similar scene unfolded again as Elena, arm in arm with him, moved out with Lily. Another mixed-race family emerged from Platform 9%, and these seemingly random people, in large numbers, surrounded the newly arrived students and parents again, shouting loudly and trying to attract the attention of the Muggles.

Their frantic actions did indeed attract a lot of attention. Edmund looked outside and saw two sweaty Aurors pacing back and forth with lifeless expressions, obviously trying to cast a silencing spell—but it didn't work. The wizard who came out later was completely bewildered, but acted decisively. The parent grabbed the child's shoulder and Apparated.

The Muggles who witnessed this immediately screamed. Edmund vaguely realized what was happening and shouted:

"You guys are those reckless Squibs, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this word, those people glared at him fiercely, as if they had been humiliated.

"What's going on? What's going on?!" Just then, a man dressed as a Muggle pushed his way through the crowd, running towards them with a completely bewildered expression. "Lily!!"

"Daddy!" Lily screamed, trembling. "What...what is this—"

Edmund, supporting Elena, called out to the man with the loudest voice:

"Does she know you're a Squib?"

The thin man gave the little wizard a strange look, while Edmund smiled happily, as if he had finally solved a difficult problem.

"I'm asking about your daughter."

"Does Pollyanna know you're a Squib?"