Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 555 - 161: Return to Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley Fright (Part 3)

Chapter 555: Chapter 161: Return to Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley Fright (Part 3)

Of course.

Even though the potion’s effectiveness was greatly diminished, it was still a real magic potion. The swindlers in Diagon Alley really opened Ian’s eyes, giving him a whole new understanding of what it meant to be a swindler.

"Although the effect isn’t as good as my uncle’s potion, it’s probably about the same as those sold in the official potion shops in Diagon Alley. They also add things like neutralizers in the potions before selling them."

Ian knew all too well that all businessmen are a little crooked, so he understood that even licensed shops would cut corners—they just did it less, or maybe used nearly expired ingredients.

Come to think of it, comparing his own potions made with ingredients that had lost their potency to what those shops sold... they were really two sides of the same coin.

"I’ll find a way to get some money for you." After wavering for a moment, Lupin’s inner struggle finally lost out to his need for the Wolf Poison Potion.

No way around it.

Even if he found some remote wilderness to transform in, there was still a good chance innocent people would get hurt. Not to mention, there wasn’t much true wilderness left around London for him to use anyway.

Many werewolves have mental health issues, and most of that comes from this exact thing—feeling guilty and tormented after accidentally hurting bystanders, which eventually spirals into psychological problems and twisted behavior.

This is one of the reasons so many wizards believe all werewolves are crazy.

"Do I look like someone who lacks money?" Faced with Lupin’s awkwardness and poverty, Ian pulled a classic Dragon King crooked smile and shook the giant keychain on his waist so it jangled loudly.

"..."

Lupin was the classic example of ’the hand that feeds you is tender’—if you take favors, you feel awkward. He twitched at the corners of his eyes, suppressing his urge to retort—he was more and more convinced Snape’s nephew was nothing like a Ravenclaw.

For sure.

Ravenclaws did have their show-offs, but their style was nothing like Ian’s. Ian’s brand of showing-off reminded him of the Slytherins he disliked most.

Thinking of this—

He looked at the Wolf Poison Potion in his hand.

"But, come to think of it, Slytherins rarely have this kind of eagerness to help others." Lupin still found himself instinctively making excuses for Ian, whether it was necessary or not.

That’s a Gryffindor for you.

They might dislike certain groups or types of people, but they’d never deny a person’s help. That’s why Lupin felt Ian’s personality wasn’t actually so bad after all.

Just a bit tough to adapt to at first.

"Alright, you took something of mine again, so now you’ve got to take me to Diagon Alley." As soon as he saw Lupin put away the Wolf Poison Potion, Ian cut right to the chase.

That caught Lupin off guard.

"You going to inspect your shop?"

He could already imagine Ian swaggering down the street, showing off.

"Otherwise I won’t be able to sleep tonight. You’ve never come into money like this, so you wouldn’t get it." Ian replied with a sincerity that made Lupin instantly want to retract his earlier opinion.

Sometimes this little wizard really left you at a loss for words... As much as it was true, that very truth made Lupin feel even more bitter inside.

"Don’t you have a phoenix?" Truth was, Lupin didn’t mind taking Ian himself; he was just curious why Ian didn’t use some faster way to get around.

"My phoenix can only take me to places it’s already been—plus it’s only a few months old. Obviously, it’s never been to Diagon Alley with me." Ian shrugged, looking helpless.

"No wonder its cry is so weird." Lupin had never seen a real baby phoenix, so he chalked Black Phoenix’s hair-raising squawks up to that.

"There’s a fireplace in my room."

After glancing again at the keys on Ian’s waist, Lupin agreed at once. But that answer just left Ian even more confused.

"We can use the Feilu Network in our orphanage?" His tone was full of surprise—after all, using the Feilu Network took not only an application, but also strict approval.

You also had to pay the regular service fees on time—Ian just couldn’t believe someone who was reluctant to buy new clothes would have enough extra cash to keep up the Feilu Network service.

"Of course we can."

Lupin answered Ian’s question while leading him out of that room filled with ominous secrets he didn’t understand, and into the room he’d carefully cleaned and prepared for days.

"Actually, you’re not the first student from this orphanage to go to Hogwarts. The last one who left here was a real genius."

"He remodeled his own room and used some illegal means to hook into the Feilu Network, so we can use it to go straight to a certain shop in Knockturn Alley."

Lupin explained the story, though he didn’t mention Voldemort by name—maybe to avoid dumping that psychological pressure on the little wizard.

He really did have his delicate side.

But... the little wizard already had it all figured out in his heart.

"Oh! No wonder he’s my senior!" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

He offered his sincere admiration for Voldemort. When it came to being a bad guy, Senior Tom was truly in a league of his own. All Ian ever did was break school rules; Senior Tom was basically the poster child for lawlessness.

Secretly hooking into the Feilu Network—

That was probably as nasty as stealing electricity in the Muggle World.