Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 563 - 163: The Reappearance of the Founder? (2)

"I never said that. Besides, immortality doesn’t mean not daring to face death... So, tell me, what kind of opinion do you want to hear from me?"

Ian let out a helpless, heavy sigh.

Actually, Ian didn’t believe the person selling potions to werewolves was Godric Gryffindor. He was just shocked by the powerful figure in the comatose werewolf’s memory, who seemed to be Godric Gryffindor, and wanted to tell Albus Dumbledore about it.

Many people might not know the circumstances of the four founders, but Ian was different. He had heard from more than one person that Godric Gryffindor had already walked through the Misty Illusion Realm.

Whether it was Pandro, Morgan, or Lady Ravenclaw, they had all confirmed this—Godric Gryffindor had already ventured far beyond the Misty Illusion Realm.

He couldn’t have been reincarnated with memories from his previous life, could he?

"I don’t know either..." Lupin’s eyes were somewhat lost, and his expression grew more complicated. Of course, deep down he was more inclined to think someone was borrowing the name of a founder from a thousand years ago.

However.

Among Dark Wizards, aside from Grindelwald, Lupin couldn’t imagine anyone else this century with such overwhelming power. He couldn’t possibly suspect Albus Dumbledore, could he?

Although that swordsmanship... No, no, he couldn’t think that, thinking that was being disloyal to Albus Dumbledore! The great Albus Dumbledore would never do something only a Dark Wizard would do! Uh, even if Albus Dumbledore did want to, there’d be no need to tarnish Godric Gryffindor’s good name!

"There’s no point in us guessing here. Let’s go tell Headmaster Dumbledore. He’ll look into it himself—you should trust our old headmaster to uncover the truth."

Ian also didn’t want to get too hung up on this issue. After all, the mysterious blond man hadn’t done anything against him; even if the guy turned out to be Merlin, so what?

This world is full of geniuses.

There will always be someone who can delay or avoid death. Even if the mysterious blond was just some prodigious and melodramatic young patient, it wasn’t something that was hard to accept.

In the worst-case scenario—

Even if that person actually was Godric Gryffindor, it might not be such a bad thing.

"Right now, I just hope I can analyze from this werewolf’s blood what in the world this so-called ’Spirit Awakening Potion’ formula is." Ian weighed the blood sample he had collected.

He already felt this bit of blood wasn’t enough for his research, and now that he had to analyze the potion sample within the blood, that meant he’d need a much bigger supply. Even if he drained the comatose werewolf, it wouldn’t be enough. That was exactly why Ian hadn’t kept drawing blood—he already understood the principle of sustainable development in his previous life.

"I also want to ask around and see if other werewolves have heard any news." Lupin glanced uneasily in one direction, probably not realizing that he was now voicing exactly what Ian had been about to propose.

Of course.

He thought so in his mind, but Ian didn’t necessarily let it show on his face.

"This water runs deep; I’m afraid you can’t handle it... But since we’ve known each other for a few days now, even if there’s danger, I’m still willing to dive in with you."

Ian showed off his improvisational lying skills.

For once, he didn’t tell the truth.

But Lupin didn’t play along.

"You’re right, whoever that person is, his strength is indisputable. There’s no need for you to risk yourself just to satisfy my curiosity. Besides, unlike me, you don’t have the werewolf’s identity."

"I can take you back first, and then go look into things myself..." Lupin wasn’t only interested in uncovering the impostor founder—he also had his own thoughts about this so-called ’Spirit Awakening Potion.’

"..."

Ian hadn’t expected Lupin to be so downright straightforward. For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond, so he simply pretended not to hear, dragging the unconscious werewolf under the ruins.

"You owe me one."

With that blunt line to Lupin, Ian took the lead and headed toward a fork in the path. Seeing the ’Little Wizard’ make his move, Lupin hesitated for a moment before quickly following.

"How did you know to go this way?"

Lupin was suspicious that the Little Wizard had used Legilimency on him.

"It was in that werewolf’s memory."

Ian answered without missing a beat.

"Was it?"

Lupin frowned, still somewhat skeptical. He hadn’t thoroughly read through the comatose werewolf’s memories, so he couldn’t produce evidence that the Little Wizard was lying.

"With your level of suspicion, have you ever thought about being a spy?" Ian rolled his eyes again. Truth be told, he wasn’t someone who casually used Legilimency on others—reading memories was dull and a waste of time, not nearly as effective as the Truth Serum he’d swiped from Aurora.

If that werewolf hadn’t been so hard to communicate with, he wouldn’t have knocked him out in the first place.

"So, werewolves like to gather here... to see whose life is more miserable?" Ian stopped in a neighborhood from the werewolf’s memory. It looked just as desolate as the previous block.

All around were derelict, abandoned houses; their precarious appearance looked ready to collapse at any moment. Overgrown weeds were everywhere. Apparently, the reason they didn’t just use magic to fix things had to do with residency rights.

Most werewolves were undocumented, even here in Knockturn Alley. If they made their homes too nice, despicable wizards looking to freeload would definitely report them and have them driven out.