Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 580 - 166: Banquet! Am I Getting Crowned Now? (3)

With a bit of eager anticipation.

It took Lupin a few seconds to realize what this little wizard actually meant.

"?????"

His expression was beyond words, as if ten thousand grass mud horses were stampeding through his mind—how can a twelve-year-old little wizard be this dirty-minded!

"If you’re not feeling it, you can always tag along, right? Dumbledore made you watch me anyway... And tonight there’s Dragon Meat on the menu, who knows, maybe we’ll even get to take away most of what’s left."

Ian looked expectant.

He’d been craving Dragon Meat for a while now—not just on a whim.

"Even those so-called noble Pure-blood Clans wouldn’t go as far as to blatantly buy an entire dragon just to butcher it..." Lupin really wasn’t trying to rain on Ian’s parade.

He was just telling it like it is, sharing what he knew.

However—

"See, there really is a dragon! Daphne said it was from their family’s investment in a dragon farm—one of their dragons accidentally fell and died, so she’s sincerely inviting me over for some Dragon Meat."

Ian pulled out the invitation he’d received last night. And since there was an attached photo of the whole dragon being butchered, he really felt that, even if it was some kind of setup banquet, it still wasn’t a loss for him.

"I’m betting her dad forced her to write this." As he finished, the little wizard added this, because the tone of the invitation just didn’t sound like Daphne’s style at all.

His relationship with Miss Daphne Greengrass at school wasn’t exactly friendly.

"Uh..."

Lupin looked rather shocked at the photo Ian handed him. In the center of the image, a massive giant dragon lay there quietly, its huge body covered with scales that glimmered with a faint blue shine.

This apex predator of nature, right now, was being carved up like a dead pig. One little elf wielded a seemingly ordinary knife that sparkled with magical light, deftly moving between the tough dragon’s scales. Every slice was right on target, scales falling away to reveal the tender meat beneath.

Another elf was in charge of collecting these carefully sliced pieces, its hands seemingly blessed with a hidden force that easily lifted the heavy chunks and placed them into a basket already set aside.

"Man, this family is really willing to bleed money..." Lupin muttered, following behind Ian. Honestly, he wasn’t that interested in tasting Dragon Meat—what he cared about was the task Dumbledore had assigned him.

"You know they’re trying to cozy up to you and invest, right? That’s a classic Pure-blood Clan tactic." Lupin figured he’d better keep enlightening the little wizard about the cold hard truth of human nature.

"Of course I know."

Ian nodded as if expected.

"It just means they’ve got good judgment."

There was a hint of pride in his tone.

"Investors always want returns. What do you think they’re expecting from you in the future?" Lupin kept his voice low, trying to guide the little wizard into thinking ahead.

But—

"Just take the perks up front and talk about the rest later. As long as I don’t sign any contracts, who says things are set in stone?" Ian’s answer left Lupin a bit dumbfounded.

Sometimes, this little wizard’s mindset was even more shameless than those guys in Knockturn Alley.

No—

He was even more shameless than Tom Riddle.

Even with all the hatred in his heart for Voldemort, Lupin had to admit, at least that Black Demon King would try to sweeten the deal with some pretty promises when he took advantage of someone.

But the little wizard before him? All he cared about was what he could get for free and rescuing "ancestors" for the Black folks... Let’s be honest, compared to Ian, the Black Demon King would probably look like a saintly white lotus flower.

"The Greengrass Clan must have run over a nest of black cats eight lifetimes in a row to be unlucky enough to invest in you ahead of time." Thousands of words in his mind finally came out as just this one heartfelt sigh from Lupin’s lips.

"Can you Apparate to this place? Miss Greengrass’s house is in Wiltshire." Ian pulled out the invitation again, checking the address attached to the letter.

"Wiltshire... If I went without you, I could Apparate there." Lupin spread his hands a little helplessly, exposing his weak spot when it came to magical skill.

"It’s just over a hundred kilometers! Can you do it or not?" Ian seriously hadn’t expected this hiccup; his Black Phoenix couldn’t take him to a place he’d never been either. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Maybe—

It was really about time to learn Apparition, he thought.

"I’m just an ordinary wizard, alright? Not everyone is a monster like you guys with bottomless magic power!" Lupin rolled his eyes, feeling more and more helpless.

Honestly, just mastering Apparition was quite the feat for him. The further the distance, the harder it was—not just about skill, but also about how much magic power a wizard had.

Apparating with someone was a whole different level—the burden wasn’t remotely a simple 1+1. Only a handful of truly exceptional wizards could manage long-distance Apparition with another passenger.

"Actually, even I run out sometimes. It’s not infinite ammo or anything." Ian corrected Lupin, quite seriously, dragging his little suitcase toward the door again.

Lately, the Black-robed Skeleton had been getting bolder and bolder, learning to open the suitcase and go wander around on its own, so Ian really couldn’t just leave his suitcase at the orphanage anymore.

"Oh? I’ve watched you practice magic before, but you never looked tired to me." Lupin was honestly quite curious about Ian’s magic power level. Ever since the Knockturn Alley incident, this little wizard’s raw strength had always kept this desperate werewolf guessing.