Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 560 - 162: Impossible Overturn! (Part 2)

This isn’t a flaw.

It’s a kind of "innocence" unique to Gryffindor students—or let’s say, it’s their hope for the world; they really don’t want to accept that the world is painted in such a refined shade of gray.

"Aurors are people too. The Ministry of Magic is just an organization made up of people. Who can guarantee they’ll never need to use Knockturn Alley?" Ian didn’t believe the Ministry of Magic was really unable to wipe out Knockturn Alley.

Sometimes.

It’s not about whether the Ministry of Magic could manage Knockturn Alley or not, but that wizards had collectively turned a blind eye to its existence—so that’s why it’s taken root here for so many years.

After all, every family has some need for contraband from time to time.

Even the Weasley Clan is no exception. Wherever there’s light, there’s darkness too; this truth holds whether it’s in the Muggle world or the magical world of wizards.

Even though the Ministry of Magic officially forbids all sorts of Dark Arts and trading in Dark Arts Props, sometimes for wizards, this stuff is an absolute necessity.

Knockturn Alley is the most vivid proof that "existence means reason."

"Heh."

Lupin didn’t quite agree with Ian’s viewpoint, but he wasn’t in a position to argue. As a broke werewolf, if he wanted to find cheap Wolfsbane Potion he could only slink into Knockturn Alley. With golden galleons, you could buy pretty much anything here. As for whether or not you actually got the real thing—well, that came down to luck and your own powers of judgment.

"You planning to buy other Dark Arts Props?" Lupin frowned as he watched Ian head for the deeper parts of Knockturn Alley, but he’d more or less given up on the idea of snitching to Albus Dumbledore by this point.

Thinking back, his tattling had never actually worked these days.

And then remembering what just happened...

He started to realize he was understanding everything now. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"I actually want to see if there are any other werewolves hiding out here." Ian wasn’t interested in shoddy Dark Arts Props; if he really wanted something, he could just make it himself—self-reliance and all that.

"And what exactly do you want with them?"

Lupin followed right behind the little wizard, face growing more solemn. Most werewolves weren’t exactly great people, but he still didn’t want to see those already pitiful guys suffer even more pitiful fates.

"Obviously, I’m looking for good werewolves willing to help me out—ones with a bit of vision. All for the sake of my very own Ian-brand Wolfsbane Potion."

Ian gave a straightforward answer.

"I’m not helping you round up werewolves."

Lupin made sure to remind Ian of this.

"Heh."

This time, it was the little wizard’s turn to laugh softly.

"Golden galleons can buy anything."

He stated his firm belief.

"You’re really naïve—you know golden galleons will just get a little guy like you killed faster? Haven’t you heard? Plump little lambs with lots of cash tend to disappear—money and all—when they come here."

"Maybe you are gifted, and your bloodline’s pretty impressive too, but potential doesn’t mean achievement. Run into someone really tough and I might not even be able to protect myself." Lupin figured the little wizard just didn’t understand how brutal the world could be, so he issued another warning.

To be honest—

He really did want to just drag the reckless youngster out of Knockturn Alley, but the little wizard was slipperier than an eel. Every time he tried to snatch him up, Ian seemed to have already predicted it and dodged out of the way.

"We agreed not to mention that rumor again."

Ian rolled his eyes.

He walked on with Lupin, who was glancing every which way with maximum wariness, right into an especially deserted part of Knockturn Alley; he figured that if there really were werewolves here, they’d definitely be hiding at the very edge of things.

Most Dark Wizards shunned and feared this group too.

"How do you even know werewolves live here? Did you plan all this in advance?" Suddenly, Lupin glanced toward a derelict stretch of street up ahead.

The houses were all crumbling and broken, hardly a single one maintained.

The ground itself was covered in tangled weeds as well.

"So, did I find the right place?" From Lupin’s reaction, Ian picked up on a few clues. Clearly, Lupin knew exactly where the werewolf hangout was in Knockturn Alley, but this desperate werewolf just hadn’t wanted to tell him before.

"Not every werewolf’s as easygoing as me. Most of them have the worst tempers you can possibly imagine." Lupin tried once more to hold back the little wizard who kept moving forward.

But...

He found he’d only grabbed at thin air—a drifting illusion left on the breeze.

"When did that happen!?"

Lupin stared in disbelief at his empty hand.

"This is called ’Mirror Flower Water Moon.’ Just a little magical trick. Silent casting while holding your wand is really no big deal for me... my skills aren’t too shabby, right?"

Ian’s figure suddenly appeared behind Lupin.

Lupin spun around, scared half out of his wits.

What he saw was this:

The little wizard, who-knows-when or where he’d gotten it, was loudly chomping on an ice cream cone. Even as he spoke, he remembered to keep one mouthful of ice cream rolling in his mouth.

"You... eating by yourself?" Lupin had started out wanting to exclaim about the "Nightmare bloodline," but the words were replaced at the last second by this slightly resentful complaint instead.

It was the height of summer now.

The sun above was absolutely merciless.

He’d been wanting a drink or maybe even just some ice cubes for ages.

"Some dodgy old bloke just bought me this ice cream. You can go find yourself your own dodgy bloke. Just remember: only if you get his head shoved up his own arse will you end up with an ice cream that hasn’t been tampered with. Otherwise, all you’ll get is a cone-shaped dose of sleeping potion."