A faint breeze stirred.
The air in Knockturn Alley was exceptionally foul, mixed with all manner of strange smells. This was a paradise for lawbreakers, so it was inevitable that many illicit workshops operated day and night.
"Love Potion, Sustained Euphoria Potion... as expected, things related to primal urges sell the best." Ian crouched down and pulled out another syringe, continuing to draw blood from the unconscious werewolf.
He had already drawn around two thousand milliliters of fresh werewolf blood. The unconscious werewolf's skin had begun to look somewhat pale. In truth, Ian had also been greatly surprised by what lay in the werewolf's mind.
However, his reaction was nowhere near as dramatic as Lupin's.
"No!"
The information received from the unconscious werewolf's mind left Lupin's emotions in turmoil for a long time. His expression shifted repeatedly before he finally spoke in a hoarse voice.
"This must be a fake memory!"
His words showed that he still refused to believe reality.
"That person couldn't possibly have lived for so long!"
Whether Lupin was trying to convince the young wizard or seeking the young wizard's agreement to convince himself, Ian could genuinely understand his reaction.
It was like physicists discovering that Einstein was still alive somewhere, working as a tractor repairman. Most physicists probably would not have been able to accept it either.
"Relax, my senior. It's only a name. It's not impossible that someone is impersonating him." Ian tried to soothe Lupin's emotions by following the line of thought Lupin wanted.
However—
"But... someone who could easily defeat a group of werewolves without a scratch, and who even possessed such outstanding swordsmanship—there are only a handful of wizards in all of history who fit those traits..." Lupin, who had just been arguing against him, suddenly became "rebellious" again upon hearing