The Old Ones of Hogwarts

Chapter 76, Section 75: With such great talent, why worry about the lack of followers who will not r

I thought the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's disappearance on the first day was already the most ridiculous and absurd development ever,

Who knew that such a small place as Hogwarts would have such a powerful expert?

Yesterday, he was calling the evil Mara Party and Aurora a righteous Auror descendant who was a bad woman. Now, he has given Ian a huge shock!

"My Hogwarts life doesn't need to be this exciting!" Ian got up and rushed to the bathroom to wash his face, still unable to recover from today's daily events.

A panicked William followed Ian into the bathroom. He stood there behind Ian, completely lost, his voice trembling with a pitiful sob, "Really, Ian, you have to save me. My dad hasn't said anything, but my mom has already given my room to my brother to sleep in."

William's words became increasingly outrageous.

"Isn't your mother a Muggle?" Ian remembered the self-introductions in the dorm when school started. William's mother should just be a Muggle who takes care of all the big and small things at home.

How could I possibly go mad along with an extreme wizard?

"My mother's name is Selma Goring."

He saw that Ian did not react.

Then he continued.

"Anyway, I really didn't lie to you. My mother went into the wizarding world because of the decline of our family back then. She was able to control my father because she had a really extreme personality."

"My dad's hand was chopped off by her three times."

The little boy with green hair had a very obvious sobbing tone in his voice.

"If I hadn't joined you, my family would have killed me. To quote my grandfather last night, they would have said they never gave birth to a good-for-nothing like me who can't seize opportunities."

"Even if an owl rode a flying broomstick, it wouldn't be this fast to bring you a message." Ian started brushing his teeth speechlessly, while William, standing behind him in the mirror, wore a bitter expression.

"I have my grandfather's alchemy tools at home, it's a small box—I always thought it was a communicator for the German Aurors." William said, running back to his bed and taking the little gadget into the bathroom. Ian tried to close the door with his foot, but William, who was running so fast, managed to squeeze in through the gap.

I need to pee.

Ian was still bubbling in his mouth; the minty mouthwash he bought in Hogsmeade was much better than the toothpaste he brought from the Muggle world.

In some respects, the wizarding world seems very backward, as if it has not kept up with the times. However, there are also some areas that the Muggle world may not be able to achieve even in a few decades.

They each have their own strengths.

"You do your thing, it's fine, mine is much smaller than yours." William didn't know when he had been secretly observing, but his mind was now entirely focused on showing off his alchemical communicator.

It was a palm-sized thing, similar to a medicine box. After William fiddled with it for a bit,

You can create lines by flicking the small pills inside.

The lines will gradually disappear shortly after they appear.

"What is this?" Ian didn't dare gamble on his roommate's integrity; he figured he could hold it in a little longer.

The little gadgets William brought over did indeed catch his attention.

Ancient Alchemy (Level 1, 76/100)

He had been studying Mara's alchemy teachings, but the systematic knowledge he was learning now was clearly different from the techniques used by William's little box.

"Is it a password to transmit information?"

Ian could only speak half-heartedly, half-guessing. Seeing this small alchemical artifact with its spy-like style, his gaze toward William began to turn strange.

This family's background seems rather complicated!

as predicted.

William nodded. "Yes, I always thought this was standard equipment for German Aurors, an auxiliary tool for communicating with comrades during missions."

"My dad works at the British Ministry of Magic, and he doesn't have this thing—when I was a kid, I wondered why the German Aurors' equipment was so much more advanced than ours in Britain."

It's clear from William's mournful expression that this is not standard practice for Aurors; he didn't say it explicitly.

But Ian had already understood what he was trying to say.

"Your grandfather was actually a UMNO spy?" Ian asked tentatively. William, who was crammed into the bathroom, widened his eyes and corrected Ian's choice of words.

"Shouldn't we call ourselves glorious saints? The UMNO is far too easy to misunderstand." This guy certainly has a thick skin.

He was the one who first started spouting the UMNO name yesterday.

"I'm not a saint." Ian's words made William's eyes widen again, and he became somewhat panicked. He grabbed Ian's arm and began to plead.

"Don't lie to me. You are so familiar with Lord Grindelwald. You must have been trained as a new saint since childhood and will be Lord Grindelwald's right-hand man in the future."

"My grandfather said you would be at the heart of power." William had wrapped himself up in bed like a ball last night.

It looks like he spent the whole night secretly communicating with his family.

He calls everyone "adult" so fluently.

There does seem to be something special in the genes passed down from our ancestors.

"I remember you said last night that your family told you how bad Grindelwald was, didn't they?" Ian couldn't pull his arm away from William's grasp 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, they were reminiscing about their glorious past.

William looked utterly devastated, as if his worldview had collapsed and he had lost all will to live. He seemed to have suffered a significant blow, after all, the "they" in his words clearly indicated who the outcasts were within the family.

"I don't think you're suited to be a saint—" Ian patted William on the shoulder very sincerely. Born into such a family, it's amazing that he was able to develop such "correct" values ​​as he did before today.

If this isn't talent, then what is?

"No, I want to be a saint. I barely slept last night." As if afraid that Ian would think he wasn't from a proper family, he eagerly added more details about his family background.

"Although my father is an Auror at the Ministry of Magic, he always secretly informs the people in Knockturn Alley."

"My mom told me last night not to feel pressured because they are not righteous people. I was wondering why my family suddenly had money to buy me a magic wand."

William lowered his voice, afraid that Michael outside would hear.

Good guy!

This family is really keen on being spies!

Even in this state of decline, would they still create opportunities to become spies even without them?

"You only found out about your family's situation last night? And why can't your grandfather recommend you?" Ian seemed to have a completely new understanding of his roommate.

"Originally, they thought I had the potential to become the first good person in the family, but after they heard about you last night, they no longer intend to let me be the first good person in the family."

"My grandfather was indeed a spy serving the saints—"

William hesitated for a moment, then spoke with an extremely embarrassed expression.

"But due to some shortcomings in his magical skills, he was unable to truly join the ranks of the saints, so now he's counting on me to fulfill his lifelong pursuit—."

He was actually a die-hard fan without any official status, simply fueled by love? It's hard to imagine just how crazy the wizards in Europe were back then.

"I'll try to write you a letter of recommendation, but I'm not sure if it will work. I'm really not some new generation saint; Aurora and I are just like-minded friends."

"I don't think she seems interested in developing any new saints."

After Ian finished speaking, he pushed William out of the bathroom.

Snapped.

He closed the bathroom door.

"Thank you, Ian, your letter of recommendation will definitely work!" William seemed to still be standing at the bathroom door.

His tone was excited, as if he had regained his energy.

Just a door away.

The sound seemed to be right next to them.

William was still expressing his gratitude.

Ian has some difficulty urinating...