Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 565 - 164: The Mystery of the Werewolves and Gryffindor

All eyes turned to Ian.

At that moment, Ian took out several alchemy props from where he stood, using a tube to draw a few drops of magic potion for analysis. He looked up to find the old man and a group of werewolves staring at him intently.

"Huh?"

Before the little wizard could express his thoughts, Lupin pushed his body backward, stood in front of him, and raised his magic wand.

"Can your true form escape?"

Lupin asked in a low voice, pinching his throat.

"This is my true form."

Ian raised the item in his hand, proving to Lupin he was solid. However, Lupin was skeptical, having seen similar situations before.

"If you can run, I really advise you to run quickly. They might not harm me, but they would certainly be eager to harm you." Lupin’s willingness to sacrifice himself moved the little wizard.

Before the little wizard could promise, "If you die, I definitely won’t dig your grave," Lupin had already turned his gaze back to the group of werewolves eyeing them menacingly.

"He’s just a child, and you won’t even spare a child?" Lupin’s expression was exceptionally grim, his gaze filled with a mix of tension and alertness.

"We’ve not fallen to the point of killing indiscriminately..." The elder spoke helplessly before pausing and shifting his tone to a serious one, "But he’s not a werewolf, and can’t know this secret. Either make him forget today’s events or turn him into one of us."

For this group of werewolves who didn’t want to expose the Spirit Awakening Potion, this might indeed be the best way to handle things under such circumstances.

However.

Lupin definitely wouldn’t allow the werewolves to cast Obliviate on Ian or turn him into a werewolf like them. Even without considering Ian being entrusted to him by Albus Dumbledore, Lupin was not someone who would watch a little wizard get harmed without intervening.

"I must seriously remind you, Lucas, this child belongs to the Dumbledore family. Do you really want to provoke the strongest wizard in the world?"

Lupin knew that he alone couldn’t change their minds, so he chose to use external influence. He believed he was telling the truth, as he was ninety percent certain about Ian’s "heritage."

"A member of the Dumbledore family?"

The old werewolf Lucas furrowed his brows upon hearing this, and the werewolves around him also looked a bit panicked. Clearly, Lupin’s mentioning Albus Dumbledore had a significant effect.

"He’s a descendant of the Dumbledore family?"

"Impossible! I’ve never heard of such a thing!"

"That hypocrite must be lying! The Dumbledore family has no descendants in this generation! My maternal aunt once lived in Godric’s Hollow for a time!"

"It’s possible... Could be an illegitimate child—there have been similar situations in the Dumbledore family before... I heard there was a Dumbledore beside Grindelwald back then."

"That man is over a hundred years old; how could he have an illegitimate child like this little one?"

"Haven’t you heard that it gets messier as one gets older... My mother gave birth to me at seventy."

"Seventy years old and still has a cycle??"

...

The group of werewolves, who were originally silent and just standing beside the old werewolf named Lucas, couldn’t help but start whispering to each other due to Lupin’s "threat."

"Quiet!"

It was only after Lucas shouted that the increasingly outrageous, off-topic werewolves restrained themselves, though some towards the back continued to whisper.

There was no helping it.

Werewolves are also human.

Humans can’t help but have a gossiping heart.

"Just listening to your account, how can I distinguish whether you’re deceiving us?" Although Lucas was clearly intimidated, he wasn’t as forthright as the other werewolves.

Despite his emerging doubts, he remained particularly committed to keeping matters confidential.

"Well... a werewolf wouldn’t deceive another werewolf, right?" Lupin tried to leverage his same-species identity to gain trust, but his seemingly sincere words didn’t achieve the desired outcome.

"Hmph."

The old werewolf, who had likely heard such statements countless times in his life, merely snorted.

He maintained a stern expression, eyes fixed intently on the pair, darting between Lupin and Ian.

The old werewolf’s gaze lingered longest on Ian, deep and unreadable, perhaps trying to associate Ian’s features with Albus Dumbledore.

"I need evidence."

He plainly stated, "Don’t blame me for being so cautious. You should understand the significance of this potion to us werewolves; we don’t want word getting out, shattering our hopes."

Lucas did not clarify what those hopes were, but his serious demeanor inevitably sparked imaginations.

"Hope? Significance? You werewolves want to leverage your transformed power to find a place and establish a nation?" Ian had precisely the kind of personality prone to wild imagination.