For the down-and-out werewolf wizard Lupin, after leaving the little wizard's magical room, his sleep that night was so fragnted that it didn't even add up to an hour.
There was too much to digest.
Whether it was the shocking circumstances over these days, or tonight's revelations and exchanges with the little wizard, they completely filled Lupin's still incredulous mind, making closing his eyes bring forth images of the scene witnessing the little girl Catherine's magic awakening.
Not only that.
"Even if God forbids it, I insist." The little wizard's words echoed in his ears, such earth-shattering remarks destined to be unforgettable for life. As a wizard whose skill level and magical accomplishnts are perhaps decent, Lupin still couldn't imagine what gives a wizard the audacity to harbor such thoughts.
Wizard as Gods?
Perhaps even the first wizard who uttered such words never intended to place wizards on the sa level as gods; Lupin truly didn't know how to evaluate Ian's statent.
He only knew that even without considering the entire history of wizards, he as a wizard could only be considered diocre, so he probably lacked the right to judge others' boldness.
After all.
Before the age of two, already extraordinarily skilled, surpassing even the younger Albus Dumbledore significantly, who can say he doesn't have the right to boast?
To enable a squib abandoned by magic to once again embrace magic is itself an achievent defying the natural order, and the fact is right before his eyes, leaving Lupin no room to express any opinions.
"Twelve years old..."
The down-and-out werewolf wizard gazes at the empty ceiling in his room, letting out a soft sigh in the silent environnt, the slightly bright moonlight outside the window casting on his face through the glass.
He still felt his heart pounding with complex emotions, amidst the barking of dogs and the owing of cats in the orphanage, feeling as if he had a shallow dream in between waking and sleeping.
"Queue up to register identities."
"Every wizard has a share."
"If you want to learn magic, insert this magic floppy disk into your brain, and instantly gain skill level mastery. Five hundred golden galleons, and you'll learn the entire curriculum up to seven years in a minute."
"Hehehehehe, wizards rule the world, while I... rule the wizards."
...
A bizarre dream.
Filled with scenes upon scenes of whimsical, absurd, and chilling footage making one's scalp tingle; Lupin even saw in the dream assembly lines generating artificial wizards in batches.
"No! Even if I don't have the money to buy a wizard identity duration card, you can't strip away my wizard identity! I want to see Dumbledore! I want to see your leader Ian Prince!"
"I used to help him chop vegetables and kill chickens when he was young!" Amidst a flurry of panicked screeches and rants, Lupin, even without being in agony, still sat up terrified from his wooden bed.
The horrific, dreadful scene dissipated into thin air.
The familiar room gave Lupin an unprecedented sense of security.
Outside the window, a sunny morning, the sky painted softly by light blue watercolor, several fluffy white clouds leisurely drift across the blue sky.
The sun slowly peeks out from the horizon, shyly showing a tint of orange-red at first, then generously showering a golden light, gently waking up the entire world and its sleeping people.
"Turned out to be a dream..."
Lupin wiped sweat off his forehead, gasping heavily and blinking vigorously.
"Luckily, it was just a dream."
Lupin, with his back soaked in sweat, recalling the vividly detailed dream in his mind couldn't help but feel sowhat fearful of his absurd and terrifying dream.
"I guess I really need to find a way to save so money." For the first ti, Lupin thoroughly felt the horror of poverty, unable to even dream himself rich.
Putting aside the little wizard's character which in his view was surprisingly accurate, he felt that the other scenes in the dream were indeed worries fed back from his subconscious.
Yes, Lupin wasn't worried that things in the dream would co true, but he clearly knew the reason for dreaming such a dream must be related to the string of events happening to him recently.
Especially last night's thoughts on the little wizard's internal ideas and the proof of the Dud Magic Recovery Potion's real existence; these were reasons Lupin thought he might have nightmares.
Also why he believed the Dud Magic Recovery Potion would cause chaos; even for soone as passive as him, there was subconscious worry; how could other wizards have none?
Other wizards' internal anxiety and unease would surely exceed his. Although rescuing the poor squibs is comndable, who could refrain from pondering other issues?
"Able to rescue may also an able to strip... It directly targets the greatest fear in wizards' hearts. The more pride in one's talents, the more fear of losing them."
Lupin wasn't aware Ian already had related works.
He got up, made himself a cup of hot tea, walked over to the window, and opened it for fresh air. Despite the not cold weather, this downtrodden werewolf still shivered slightly.
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