The Evil Thoughts of Hogwarts and the Genie

Chapter 91 Evans House

Did Pollyanna know that her father was a Squib?

This wasn't even a question; it was pure provocation. The boyish genie subtly reminded the Squirrel, who thought he had gone all in:

Hey! I know who you are! Guess what, I even know your daughter!

When you're participating in a protest and someone says something like that, even the most reckless fool will wake up and realize it's not a good thing.

The man froze completely upon hearing Pollyanna's name. He opened his mouth wide as if to say something, but nothing came out.

Edmund guessed he must be shivering, because that was exactly the effect he wanted. Edmund didn't have much of a problem with these defiant Squibs. But Elena and Lily were uneasy; as his son and classmate, he felt he should do something; and besides,

Now that he had discovered this "truth," Edmund could hardly contain his excitement; he spoke of it almost as if he were boasting.

Tell the other party:

Your daughter will pay the price for your recklessness.

For a fleeting moment, Edmund even felt a little sorry for Pollyanna.

How hard she tried to conceal her background! In the class-conscious Slytherin, if people knew that her father—and probably her mother—was a Squib, how much controversy and trouble would that cause?

More importantly, Edmund recalled, after a moment's thought, the strange things this man had said the night he took Pollyanna to the principal's office.

He said he hadn't seen Pollyanna for six years. Back then, Edmund thought he was a criminal, or forced to leave home for some other reason. But today he's brazenly showing up here, arms outstretched, blocking wizards who want to go home.

Based on Professor Slughorn's words, Edmund was convinced he was a Squib. Moreover, considering Pollyanna was "living" in her uncle's house, which she didn't like, this man was probably a Squib expelled from the pure-blood family. Digging deeper might lead to even more trouble.

"..."

The man stopped moving; he stood frozen in place, unaware that his teeth were chattering.

Clearly, he knew his actions had once again put his daughter in danger. He probably remembered the day he met Pollyanna, when a boy had escorted her to the principal's office. But it was too late to regret it now.

Edmund smiled knowingly. Everything that had happened today had worked in his favor, filling him with immense satisfaction. He held his mother's arm, while Elena clung to Lily. Edmund shoved past the stiff man, who reached out to stop him but lacked the courage. Finally, Edmund managed to weave through the other gasping Squibs and run towards the man calling Lily's name.

"Come on, ma'am, over here! One Day, Sweetie, are you alright?" Lily's father had short, reddish hair and a short beard. He was a tall, burly man who quickly used his thick arms to forcefully push aside the Muggles who were watching, and the Squirts who were trying to stop them.

"Get out of my way! I said get out of my way! Do you want to get punched? Get out!!"

Mr. Evans's gruff voice and manner of speaking made him resemble the kind of Irish thug that ordinary people wouldn't dare mess with. His burly physique, combined with his imposing presence, forced the curious crowd to part, successfully pulling the three men out of the chaos.

Then, something funny happened, or perhaps not so funny. Anyway, the moment Lily, who had remained calm the whole time, was pulled into her father's arms, she burst into tears.

Elena tightened her grip on Edmund's hand, as if to comfort her son—but Edmund had no idea what he needed comforting about and could only helplessly let his mother look at him.

"My God, my precious daughter, my little witch!" the Muggle man cried out in confusion. "What's going on?"

This is insane—and not even the kind of insane I like! —You two—are you alright?

Edmund smiled and, under the wronged gaze of Lily's father, explained the situation to him and the equally startled Lily.

"They're a bunch of Squibs, or as that's not a nice term, but it refers to ordinary people born into magical families who don't have any magic at all," Edmund said, keeping it brief.

"These people find it difficult to survive in the wizarding world, and for various reasons, they haven't been able to join Muggle society at the appropriate age, becoming an overlooked and marginalized group. In short, they have recently united and are trying to make their presence felt by intercepting wizards in various places and violating secrecy laws, hoping to gain some benefits from the authorities in return."

Edmund explained the situation quite clearly, then introduced himself and his mother to Mr. Evans. The Muggle man nodded, paused for a moment, then suddenly clenched his fist:

"Oh!! Wait! You're Dana's witch pen pal!!" His eyes lit up, as if he had completely forgotten the gloom that had just passed. "Ms. So Sonny, hello!"

Edmund didn't know why he was laughing, but he did laugh out loud.

"—Soman, but you can just call me Elena."

Elena spoke weakly, hesitantly. She didn't immediately activate the key to leave, wanting to see Lily off at the station. This little girl had stood up for her in her most difficult time, and she couldn't simply leave after resolving the problem.

Now that the person had been delivered, Elena was facing a dilemma again. Did she really want to meet her Muggle pen pal? She probably did. But should she really meet him? For some reason, she felt a little hesitant.

At times like these, she instinctively looked at her son, hoping Edmund could give her some advice. Edmund still had something to say to the weeping Lily, so he stood firmly in place, causing Elena to miss her chance to refuse.

"That's great, that's wonderful." The witch smiled uneasily. "Then let's meet her. I'm also very curious about what Diana looks like."

Edmund then noticed that although his mother's English still had a strong German accent, it had improved considerably.

When he met Mrs. Evans, who had blonde hair, and heard her greet Elena with delight in British German, he solved the case again, confirming that the pen pals had indeed exchanged grammar in their letters. How strange!

Once Elena met Mrs. Evans, she felt much more at ease. She introduced her son, Edmund, to the Evans. Edmund was quite handsome, and Mrs. Evans affectionately touched his cheek. Mr. Evans, however, became serious, constantly scrutinizing him with a suspicious look, as if he were on guard against something.

Even Edmund had to admit that the Evans were interesting parents. More importantly, because there were no vested interests involved, Elena didn't need to put on airs in front of them. She would often show a relaxed smile, and the worry on her face would disappear. She was extremely comfortable.

However, Lily's mother was far less beautiful than Lily. She had high cheekbones and a melancholic air, but when she smiled, her ordinary long face gained a unique air of authority. She was an imposing woman. Edmund hadn't inquired further when Lily mentioned that her mother worked for the government, but now it seemed she might be a person of considerable power.

Interestingly, Edmund found Mrs. Evans to be the complete opposite of Elena. He found it quite incredible that they could get along so well.

After being embraced by her mother, Lily was stroked on the head like a kitten. The girl stopped crying completely after two loud kisses; however, she looked very embarrassed, clearly ashamed that Edmund had seen her in such a disheveled and childish state.

But rather than feeling awkward about it, she was more concerned about something else:

"—Where's Penny?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she lowered her head, clearly already having an answer. Upon hearing this, Mrs. Evans immediately softened her tone and sighed affectionately:

"Oh, sweetheart, don't be down—your sister was already dressed, but then she got a stomachache right before leaving the house." She shook her head.

"She's always so careless, you know that, she's not as smart as you."

Lily's face turned pale then red. She opened her mouth as if to say something to her mother, but in the end, she said nothing and simply swallowed.

Edmund saw that the time was right and stepped forward:

"Lily, please keep this a secret."

Lily's sudden relaxation caused her mind to sluggish, and Edmund promptly reminded her:

"Pollyanna," he said softly. "She definitely doesn't want anyone to know what just happened."

Lily then realized what was happening, her bright green eyes filled with worry.

"I really want to ask something, but it seems like I shouldn't," she said softly, appearing even more eager than Edmund to keep Pollyanna's secret.

Clearly, this young witch from a Muggle family had, based on Edmund's explanation, guessed Pollyanna's predicament and thus felt empathy for her.

"I'll keep it a secret, Edmund," she promised solemnly. Edmund nodded, not at all worried that she would break her promise.

For a good person like Lily, it was simply that she accidentally revealed a secret, leading to some bad things happening—

At that time, he won't even need to provoke her; the one who will feel the most guilty and devastated will be her.

Sigh, if it weren't so cruel to Pollyanna, he would really like to make a big deal out of this.

But perhaps Pollyanna doesn't care about her father whom she hasn't seen for six years? It's hard to say, isn't it? ...—

Leaving aside what other mischievous ideas Edmund might have come up with, around the same time, inside Platform 9%, a daring wizard moved aside the rubble and debris, raised his wand high, and shouted at the old wizard who had crashed into a wall:

"Are you alright? Hang in there, someone has already contacted St. Mungo. Are you in pain anywhere? I'm pretty good at healing spells, need my help?"

Before the wizard could finish speaking, the old man, who had been slumped on the pile of rubble like a tattered sack, silently rolled over and sat up, his movements so swift that it seemed he hadn't been injured at all.

Aberforth glanced at the wizard with his sharp blue eyes and smiled slightly.

The look in his eyes was a bit strange. Alphad Black frowned in confusion, but seeing that the other person was alright, he stopped bothering him.

"Did you see the attackers' faces clearly?" Alphad asked. "It's chaos outside too. A bunch of Squibs have surrounded the station. The Aurors don't dare cast spells in front of Muggles, so they can't do anything about it."

"If a Squib sneaked in and attacked you with some dark magic item, then the nature of this matter would be different."

?

Aberforth stared at Alphad for a while, and whether it was the latter's imagination or not, the old wizard seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Does the Black family hate Muggles more, or Squibs more?"

The old wizard asked in a muffled voice. This was a mild question for Aberforth. He was slightly regretting Alphad's enthusiasm: he had previously made the frivolous boy fall hard in his attempt to punish him.

But he stepped on another landmine with perfect accuracy, and Alpha's expression instantly turned cold.

But he wasn't Sirius Black's age anymore, and he wouldn't tell a stranger, "I have a name,"

Don't use "Blake" to represent me.

Alphad simply didn't reply or ask any further questions. The wizard went outside and saw his nephew and his nephew's friend waiting there with curious expressions, and then he smiled again.

"Good news, it seems no one was injured. The wizard who was attacked was quite skilled!"

Alphad patted Sirius and James on the shoulder and nodded to the Potters not far away.

"But he doesn't seem to have any clue who attacked him. Let the Aurors worry about that! So, Sirius, did you say goodbye to Jaime properly?"

Sirius remained silent, his face expressionless. Alphad awkwardly touched his nose and sighed inwardly.

Alas, heaven knows that before Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor, he was the most rebellious member of the Black family.

"Alright, alright. There's nothing I can do if you're unwilling."

Alphad patted Sirius on the shoulder reassuringly, and James patted his good friend's arm in return. The latter had promised to keep in touch during the holidays, and Sirius finally managed a weak smile.

Alphad meant well, but he disrupted Sirius's plans. He knew his parents better than anyone and was certain they weren't over their anger; at most, they'd send Kreacher to pick him up. Then Sirius could order Kreacher home alone and find an excuse to stay at James's house for a while.

Things unfolded much as he had predicted, but Alfred's good intentions backfired, leaving him unable to escape and forced to return home to face punishment.

Just two minutes after Uncle and nephew Black activated the Portkey, reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic finally arrived. Two groups of Aurors acted separately: one group went to support their colleagues outside the platform, helping to suppress the Squigglies; the other group began recording information about the Muggles present, preparing to approach them one by one to modify their memories.

The second group was relatively less busy, so two people were pulled out to handle the attack incident at the station.

A portly old Auror struggled to keep up with the young man ahead, wiping his sweat and shaking his head repeatedly.

"This is insane! This world has truly gone mad!"

As his voice faded into the distance, his new partner realized that the old Auror hadn't kept up. He stopped and waited for him for a moment, then sighed.

"Who says otherwise? The recent prison break (Old Auror quickly shushed him) was terrifying enough! The entire department was in a frenzy! And these Squigglies are causing trouble again!"

Old Auror—Mr. Ned shuddered and stepped forward to take the young Auror's arm:

"—Have you heard that rumor?"

The young Auror looked puzzled, while Ned seemed to feel a chill run through him as he hugged his arms.

"Cooper! Oh! Poor Cooper! Him and his Muggle girlfriend!" Ned shook his head with regret.

"I heard—I heard—that those Squibs went crazy because they found out Cooper successfully turned Muggles into witches!"