Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 582 - 166: The Banquet! Will I Finally Be Crowned?

Chapter 582: Chapter 166: The Banquet! Will I Finally Be Crowned?

"Alrighty! Have a pleasant journey!"

The ticket seller kept a smile on his face, serving hot chocolate to the two of them—just as in the next second, the Knight Bus shot off, the sudden jolt nearly smearing Ian’s face with hot cocoa.

Luckily, that acceleration-induced inertia only lasted about a second.

"That’s pretty fast."

Ian steadied the hot chocolate in his hand again.

"Why are you grinning like a sneaky fox?"

Lupin had woken up hungry that morning and hadn’t managed to grab breakfast. He cradled his hot chocolate, took a gentle sip, and cast a puzzled look at Ian beside him.

"You’d be happy too if you were making money."

Ian replied cheerily, his answer as vague as ever. He kept his gaze forward; the driver seemed a bit clueless with the steering wheel, guiding the Knight Bus to graze the sidewalks more often than not.

But at least, thanks to the bus’s incredible speed, it didn’t actually hit anything.

Rows of lamp posts, mailboxes, and trash cans leapt aside as the bus barreled through, then neatly bounced back to their usual spots after it passed.

Utterly magical.

This was practically space-warping.

"You’re talking about Greengrass Clan reimbursing your travel expenses, right?" Lupin offered a guess, rubbing his right eye as he did, not sure why it was twitching so much today.

Maybe he just didn’t get enough sleep.

"How are those werewolves lately?" Ian sidestepped the topic instead, suddenly changing the subject, leaving Lupin a bit stunned before he caught up and answered.

"You sent me to collect blood a few times and they never resisted. I guess you really gave them psychological scars." Lupin sounded genuinely moved.

He’d never imagined that the Knockturn Alley werewolves could actually be so docile.

"You did give them money, right?"

After getting a definite yes, Ian finally nodded in satisfaction, "I’m not some blood bandit, you know. I can only use their blood with a clear conscience after they’ve been paid."

Faced with the Little Wizard’s self-praise like that,

Lupin just felt it was hard to respond.

"Honestly, the money you gave them might as well have been nothing..."

Even Lupin found the amount pitiful—not exactly generous.

"Money stinks of copper. My real care for them is priceless. Haven’t you heard ’love is the most valuable magic’?" Ian didn’t wait for Lupin to poke holes in his logic.

"See, this is me caring for them." He pulled out a brand new cloth bag, inside of which a whole expanded magical space had been made using a permanent Enlargement Charm.

The area, about the size of an entire room, was crammed full of various food supplies.

"Red dates, pig liver, mulberries, longan, kelp, spinach, black beans, angelica, gelatin, polygonum, rehmannia..." Lupin listed out the bag’s contents one by one.

Hmm.

They really were fresh and pretty rare finds. But the more Lupin sorted them, the odder it seemed—these hardly looked like regular groceries.

"Let them eat more, build up some strength—wouldn’t want the werewolves to starve." Ian closed up the bag and shoved it into Lupin’s hands, his concern so genuine that Lupin felt maybe he was overthinking things.

"Alright, I’ll thank you on their behalf... They really have been short on food lately." Lupin didn’t dwell on it, packing up the bag and murmuring back.

"Eat more, eat more, I’ve got plenty!"

Ian grinned even wider.

"You were so harsh with them before, and now look at you, all helpful." Lupin couldn’t help but comment; it seemed he’d found a charitable side to the Little Wizard.

Well, how to put it...

Magic Potion slackers are like that.

Sometimes their thinking is crystal clear.

......

Time crawled by.

With the Knight Bus illegally and recklessly speeding, it took barely ten minutes to cover the hundred-plus kilometers from London to Wiltshire.

Even super high-speed trains decades from now wouldn’t come close.

"Thanks for riding with us! Remember, if you need us, just raise your Magic Wand—the Knight Bus is always at your service!" As he waved goodbye, the ticket seller greeted only Ian, maybe already sensing from sharp eyes that Lupin couldn’t afford the Knight Bus fare solo.

"Looks like I’m still a ways from my destination?" Ian glanced around—absolute wilderness, only a faintly visible building way off in the distance.

"Can’t be helped; we aren’t allowed anywhere near those noble estates." Ticket seller Stan shrugged, dangling from the bus door as he waved Ian goodbye.

"You’ll have to walk the rest of the way yourselves."

With the door closing,

another resounding bang, and the bus vanished straight into thin air. Such an incredible scene made Ian even more convinced those Knight Bus alchemy tricks were anything but simple.

"One day, I’m definitely getting one to study!" Ian turned to Lupin, who didn’t look too good—seemed a bit carsick.

"Are you alright?" Ian offered a homemade sour candy—not just a gag, but since something sweet and sour can help with nausea, it was thoughtful.

"That driver’s totally insane—can’t drive but still insists on driving." Lupin grumbled, muttering his complaint as he eyed the candy, though he didn’t reach for it.