Chapter 76 Chapter 75: With such a great talent, why worry about the Death Eaters not being popular?
I thought that the disappearance of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher on the first day was already the start of a world-shattering tragedy. Who knew that there was actually a master in the small Hogwarts.
Yesterday, he said that he was an evil Wiccan Party, and that Aurora was a righteous Auror descendant of a bad woman. Now it was a big shock to Ian!
"My Hogwarts career really doesn't need to be so exciting!" Ian got up and rushed to the bathroom to wash his face, still unable to recover from today's daily news.
With a face full of panic, William followed him into the bathroom. He just stood behind Ian, lost in thought, and the voice coming out of his mouth was a kind of aggrieved cry, "Really, Ian, You must save me, my father didn’t say anything, but my mother had given my room to my brother to sleep in.”
William's words became more and more outrageous.
“Isn’t your mother a Muggle?” Ian remembers introducing himself in the dormitory at the beginning of school. William’s mother should just be a Muggle who takes care of everything at home.
How is it possible to go crazy with an extreme wizard?
"My mother's name is Thelma Goering."
He saw that Ian had no reaction.
He continued.
"Anyway, I really didn't lie to you. My mother hid in the wizarding world because of the decline of her family. She was able to control my father because his personality was really extreme."
"My father had his hand chopped off three times by her."
The green-haired boy's voice was clearly crying.
“If I hadn’t joined you, my family would have beaten me to death. In my grandfather’s words last night, they would have treated me like a waste who couldn’t seize opportunities.”
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"Even if the owl rides on a broomstick, it can't bring you the news so quickly." Ian began to brush his teeth speechlessly, and William standing behind him in the mirror showed a bitter look.
"I have my grandfather's alchemy tool at home. It's a small box... I always thought it was the communicator of the German Aurors." William said and ran back to his bed to get a small gadget. Entering the bathroom, Ian originally wanted to close the door with his foot, but William, who was running very fast, squeezed in through the gap.
“I want to pee.”
Ian’s mouth was still spitting bubbles. The mint mouth cleanser he bought in Hogsmeade was better than the mint mouth cleanser he bought in the Muggle world. The toothpaste I brought is much easier to use.
In some aspects, the wizarding world seems to be very backward, as if it has not followed the pace of development of the times, but there are also some areas that the Muggle world may not be able to achieve even in a few decades.
Everyone has their own strengths.
"It's okay to lie to you, mine is much smaller than yours." William didn't know when he secretly observed. His current focus was on showing his alchemy communicator.
It was a palm-sized thing similar to a pill box. After William fiddled with it for some unknown reason, he could create some lines by flicking the small pills inside.
The lines will slowly disappear soon after they appear.
"What is this?" Ian didn't dare to gamble on his roommate's moral integrity. He felt that he could hold it in for a while longer. The gadget that William brought over did attract his attention.
[Ancient Alchemy (Level 1 76/100)]
It is not that he has not been studying Teacher Mara’s alchemy teaching, but the systematic knowledge he is learning now is obviously different from that of William, a small box Technology used.
"Transfer information password. "?"
Ian could only speak half-thinkingly and half-guessing. When he saw this little alchemy creation that looked like a spy, his eyes towards William began to look weird.
I’m afraid the composition of this family is a little complicated!
Sure enough.
William nodded, "Yes, I always thought this was the standard equipment of German Aurors, an auxiliary tool that can contact companions when performing tasks."
"My dad is here Working at the British Ministry of Magic, he didn't have this thing... When I was a kid, I was still wondering why the equipment of German Aurors is so much ahead of ours in the UK.”
It is easy to see from William’s mournful expression that this is obviously not the standard equipment of Aurors. He did not say it clearly, but. Ian had read what he meant.
"Your grandfather was actually a Umbrella spy?" Ian asked tentatively. William, who was crowded in the bathroom, widened his eyes and actually corrected Ian's wording.
"Shouldn't we call ourselves glorious saints? The Wu Cui Party is too easy for people to misunderstand." This guy is really not thin-skinned.
The name of Wu Cui Dang was clearly the one he was the first to say yesterday. "I'm not a saint." Ian's words made William's eyes widen a bit again, and he became a little panicked. He grabbed Ian's arm and began to plead.
“Don’t lie to me, you are so familiar with Mr. Grindelwald Jr., you must be a new saint who has been trained since you were a child, and you will assist Mr. Grindelwald in the future. Right-hand man."
"My grandfather said you would be the core of power." William wrapped himself in the bed and turned into a ball, and it seemed that he had been secretly communicating with his family all night.
He screamed like an adult very smoothly.
There does seem to be something in the genes passed down from our ancestors.
"I remember you said last night, didn't your family tell you how bad Grindelwald is?" Ian's arm grabbed by William could not be pulled out no matter how hard he tried.
"Yes, he told me the story of Grindelwald when I was a child. I thought it was a fable and a warning. However, the truth is that they were reminiscing about the glory days."
William said The three outlooks have collapsed, and the expression is hopeless. It seems that the blow he received was not small. After all, the "they" in the words have already explained who is the outlier in the family.
"I don't think you are suitable to be a saint..." Ian patted William on the shoulder very sincerely. Born in such a family, he could actually develop the "correct" three views before today.
This is not talent, what is talent!
"No, I want to be a saint. I almost didn't sleep all night last night." He seemed to be afraid that Ian would think he was not old enough, and he eagerly added an introduction to his family background.
“Although my father works as an Auror in the Ministry of Magic, he always secretly informs those in Knockturn Alley.”
“My mother told me last night, telling me not to have any Psychological pressure, because they are not righteous people. I used to wonder why my family suddenly had money to buy me a wand.”
William lowered his voice for fear that Michael outside would hear him.
Good guy!
This family is really keen on being spies!
After declining to this point, you still have to create conditions to become a spy even if you don’t have the conditions?
"You actually didn't find out about the situation in your home until last night? Also, couldn't your grandfather recommend you?" Ian seemed to get to know his roommate again.
"Originally, they thought I had the potential to become the first good person in the family, but then they heard about you last night and no longer planned to let me be the first good person in the family."
"I Grandfather is indeed a spy serving the saints..."
William hesitated for a moment, then said with an expression that was extremely difficult to speak.
"But due to some lack of magical attainments, he did not really join the ranks of saints as he wished, so now he is counting on me to complete his lifelong pursuit..."
He is still a person without A die-hard fan who just uses his love to generate electricity? It's hard to imagine how crazy the wizards in Europe were in those years.
"I will try to write you a letter of recommendation, but I'm not sure if it will be useful. I'm really not a new generation of saints. Aurora and I are just like-minded friends."
"I think She doesn’t seem to want to develop any new saints.”
After Ian said this, he pushed William out of the bathroom.
Crack.
He closed the bathroom door.
"Thank you, Ian, your recommendation letter will definitely be useful!" William seemed to be still standing at the door of the bathroom, his tone was excited, as if his whole person had regained his energy.
Separated by a door.
The sound seemed to be close at hand.
William is still grateful.
Ian can’t pee...
(End of this chapter)