Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 562 - 163: The Founder Reappears?
The slight wind was blowing.
The air in Knockturn Alley was especially foul, mixed with all sorts of strange odors. This was a paradise for outlaws, so naturally, countless shady workshops were running day and night.
"Amortentia, Draught of Living Death... Of course, the things tied to primal impulses are always bestsellers." Ian squatted down and pulled out another syringe, continuing to draw blood from the unconscious werewolf.
He’d already collected around two thousand milliliters of fresh werewolf blood. The unconscious werewolf’s skin had turned noticeably pale. Honestly, even Ian was surprised by what was in that werewolf’s mind.
But his reaction was nowhere near as dramatic as Lupin’s.
"No!"
The information he’d received from the unconscious werewolf’s mind had Lupin’s emotions surging so violently he couldn’t calm down for a long time. His expression changed repeatedly before he rasped out a hoarse sentence.
"This has to be a fake memory!"
The words coming out of his mouth showed he still refused to accept reality.
"That person couldn’t have lived this long!"
No one knew whether Lupin was trying to convince the Little Wizard, or just looking for the Little Wizard’s agreement to convince himself—in fact, Ian could sincerely understand Lupin’s reaction.
It’s like physicists discovering that Einstein was still alive somewhere, making a living by repairing tractors. Most physicists probably couldn’t accept it, either.
"Relax a little, my senior, it’s just a name. It’s not impossible someone is using it as an alias." Ian tried to soothe Lupin, steering the conversation in the direction Lupin wanted.
However.
"But... being able to easily defeat a pack of werewolves without a scratch, and with such outstanding swordsmanship. Throughout history, wizards with those traits can be counted on one hand..." Lupin, who had just been arguing, suddenly became "rebellious" again, questioning Ian’s attempt to agree with him.
"?????"
Ian suspected Lupin might really be mentally unwell.
"So the one who sold potions to these werewolves was Godric Gryffindor, okay?" Ian rolled his eyes. Yes, the name he and Lupin heard in the werewolf’s memory was exactly the founder of Gryffindor College.
Godric Gryffindor.
In the memories of the unconscious werewolf, just a few days ago, a golden-haired youth broke into Knockturn Alley and started pitching a batch of Spirit Awakening Potion to the werewolves holed up here.
According to this young man, the Spirit Awakening Potion’s effect far surpassed the Wolf Poison Potion. Not only could it help werewolves remain rational during transformations under the full moon, it could let them keep their reason and transform anytime, anywhere, for life. The only flaw was that it couldn’t remove a werewolf’s infectiousness.
Of course, such a too-good-to-be-true magic potion wasn’t trusted by the werewolves; instead, it made them think the intruder was a con artist, so the hot-tempered werewolves attacked the mysterious golden-haired youth.
As for the outcome of that fight—
Just like in the werewolf memory Lupin refused to believe, the mysterious youth took out all the werewolves in Knockturn Alley, one against nearly a hundred, without suffering so much as a scratch.
That was probably the root of Lupin’s unease.
The guy was simply too powerful.
Powerful like the founder of Gryffindor he used to imagine as a child.
Even some werewolves who had already transformed couldn’t last a single round against that swordsmanship. That kind of battle strength really wasn’t something an ordinary wizard could possess—straight-up terrifying.
"You’re definitely not just some nobody!"
A defeated, injured werewolf let out a howl of terror, and this howl was witnessed by the unconscious werewolf Ian had caught, so that’s how he heard the reply.
"Maybe you can call me Godric Gryffindor... I’ve had this name since I was born." The golden-haired youth uttered this line, then took all the werewolves’ Golden Galleons.
No, maybe "took" isn’t even the right word—after leaving behind the so-called Spirit Awakening Potion, he basically forced the transaction and walked off with the hard-earned savings those werewolves had scraped together for years.
He didn’t even leave a single copper coin for them... which is why some werewolves took a gamble and drank the Spirit Awakening Potion. Even if they kept working under the table for Dark Wizards, there was no way they’d make enough in time to buy Wolf Poison Potion. Their only option was to take a chance on whatever that alleged Godric Gryffindor had left behind.
In truth—
Compared to Lupin’s reaction,
most of the werewolves didn’t believe a word the golden-haired youth said. A lot of them had basic education, and even the ones who hadn’t, well, nobody didn’t know who Godric Gryffindor was.
Even setting aside the impossibility of a guy from a thousand years ago still being alive, who would actually believe someone peddling dodgy goods in Knockturn Alley was a real, bona fide legend?
The werewolves didn’t buy it.
Only Lupin seemed genuinely mentally shocked.
See?
Ian tried echoing him again, and Lupin once more showed his "rebellious" streak.
"Godric Gryffindor would never do something like this! And! He lived ten centuries ago—are you seriously saying Godric Gryffindor just found a way to skulk around avoiding death?" Lupin refuted Ian again, his borderline split-personality performance making the Little Wizard roll his eyes so hard they almost crashed.
