Suppressing the urge to go back and hit Borgin and Burkes with a Misty Illusion Goodbye Curse, Ian quickened his pace and left. Lupin followed behind him, still wearing a dazed expression as though he had not recovered.
The two moved through Knockturn Alley.
They walked side by side through narrow, twisting alleys. Beneath their feet lay uneven Stone Slab Roads, while dilapidated houses and gloomy shops lined both sides, every one of them exuding an indescribably eerie atmosphere.
Ian, still frustrated, remained silent as well.
After repeatedly starting and stopping, Lupin finally could not restrain his curiosity.
"Is your bloodline really... that... unbelievable?" Lupin had truly exhausted every ounce of tact he possessed. He even looked somewhat cautious.
How could he not be cautious?
The news was simply earth-shattering.
If not for the "gift" Ian had received from those sacred families constantly flashing through his mind, Lupin would never have believed such absurd and outrageous information.
However, as someone who had personally witnessed Ian receive an entire stretch of Diagon Alley shops from the sacred families, once he connected the dots, everything immediately seemed to have a reasonable explanation.
If the Young Wizard beside him truly was Ian Grindelwald Dumbledore Ambrosius Prince, then it made sense that a group of sacred families and even veteran Dark Wizards would value him so highly.
Faced with Lupin's increasingly strange stare,
the Young Wizard simply glanced sideways at him.
"Only an idiot would believe something that absurd. Are you an idiot, Senior?" He gave Lupin a choice he was destined not to admit to.
"But you said people at school call you Ian Dumble—" Lupin's suspicious words came to an abrupt halt, because the Young Wizard had already placed a hand at his waist.
He was not afraid of a first-year Young