For Lupin, the down-and-out werewolf wizard, even after leaving the Young Wizard's magical room, his fragmented sleep that night did not add up to more than an hour.
There was too much to process.
Whether it was the countless shocks he had experienced over the past few days, or tonight's discoveries and conversation with the Young Wizard, they completely filled Lupin's still-disbelieving mind. Whenever he closed his eyes, the scene of witnessing the little girl Catherine's Magic Awakening appeared before him.
And that was not all.
"Even if God forbids it, I will still permit it." The Young Wizard's words also lingered constantly in his ears. Such earth-shattering words were destined to remain unforgettable for the rest of his life. Even as a wizard whose grades and magical attainment were perhaps fairly decent, Lupin still could not imagine what gave a wizard the right to think such things.
Wizard is Deity?
Perhaps even the first wizard who had uttered those words had never truly intended to place wizards on equal footing with gods. Lupin truly did not know how to judge Ian's remarks.
He only knew that, even without looking across the entire history of wizards, a wizard like himself could only be considered mediocre. So he probably had no right to judge whether someone else was outrageously bold.
After all.
At not even second-year age, he was already extraordinarily powerful, even far surpassing Albus Dumbledore in his youth. Who could say he was unqualified to speak so arrogantly?
Being able to let Squibs abandoned by magic embrace magic once more was already a heaven-defying achievement. The facts were right before him, leaving Lupin no room to offer any opinion.
"Twelve years old..."
The down-and-out werewolf wizard stared at the empty ceiling of his room and let out a quiet