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Just as there’s no such thing as a free breakfast, lunch, or dinner in this world, there is never unprovoked goodwill, especially when it comes to those wealthy, noble houses that have endured for countless generations.
Ian knew that Theodore Greengrass and his wife probably wanted something from him, but he absolutely hadn’t expected that what this couple coveted… was something like the merit of following a dragon to greatness!
Facing Theodore Greengrass’s rather intense gaze, Ian felt compelled to defend his own nature a bit. Otherwise, who knows what kind of rumors would arise after he left tonight?
“Sir, Madam, I believe you may have misunderstood something. I never intended to reshape the order of the wizarding society. That kind of endeavor is better left to ambitious schemers. For me, studying hard, graduating, and then doing something I love, that’s what I’m after.” Ian’s tone was full of sincere honesty.
And it was, indeed, the truth.
His most ambitious plan was nothing more than to set up a coin press and gleefully mint counterfeit versions of existing currency, not to issue his own and hand over the joys of counterfeiting to others.
Just after Ian voiced his thoughts, before the Greengrass couple could respond, Lupin was already lowering his head and touching the bridge of his nose in thought.
He believed he knew more than the pure-blood families, and thinking back to some of Ian’s research he had seen, he figured Ian probably wasn’t lying.
“He doesn’t want to overthrow the wizarding world. He’s probably thinking of overthrowing the Muggle world too…” It was no wonder that such stormy thoughts were swirling through Lupin’s mind right now.
After all—
Last night, during Ian’s birthday, the “drink” he gave the orphans… the more Lupin thought about it, the more off it felt. From the bottom of his heart, he was convinced it had to be some kind of potion.
Similar to the potion he had given Catherine, but surely far more earth-shattering. Otherwise, this young wizard wouldn’t have deliberately dodged his questioning last night.
Even something as extreme as the ‘Squib Magic Power Awakening Potion’ wasn’t hidden, so then what must this potion be, if he did choose to hide it? Just the thought made Lupin feel a terrifying chill run down his spine.
“Don’t just sit there with your head down and say nothing, say something already! You were the first to approach those werewolves. You know exactly why I later kept in contact with them.”
At that moment, Ian nudged Lupin with his elbow.
The down-and-out werewolf immediately snapped out of it. First, he cast a rather complicated look at Ian, then turned to face Theodore Greengrass, his former classmate.
“Yes, it was me who first approached the werewolves. And Ian’s frequent interactions with them were solely for research on the Wolfsbane Potion. I’d think your intelligence network wouldn’t be unaware of that.” After regaining a bit of composure, Lupin still chose to side with Ian, after all, he would only ever confide in Albus Dumbledore about serious matters.
Whether Ian harbored ambition or not, one thing was clear: he could not let these Slytherin House types get involved. That would surely spell trouble for most people. Lupin held deep prejudice against Theodore Greengrass, perhaps stemming from their childhood conflicts.
And it was obvious Theodore Greengrass had a poor opinion of Lupin too.
“There are some things, Lupin, that neither you nor your pigheaded friends could ever comprehend. After all these years, you’re still the same self-righteous, disgusting figure.”
That was undoubtedly the longest sentence Theodore Greengrass had said to Lupin all evening. In fact, if it weren’t for Ian being present, he might have flung a Jinx at Lupin the moment he stepped near their house. It must be said, those years’ worth of Slytherin students carried similar resentments.
After all—
Slytherin House students might indeed have looked down on others, but James Potter’s little group had been a bona fide school bully gang. Pantsing people, flicking their foreheads, Levicorpus… Snape was far from the only one who suffered from their antics.
“Of course, I’m not including you in that assessment, Mr. Prince.” After finishing with Lupin, Theodore Greengrass turned and solemnly addressed Ian.
“You’re still very young, so perhaps you haven’t realized it yet, but wizards like you, outstanding and brilliant, will always have many, many people placing their hopes and expectations upon you.”
“There hasn’t been a true transformation in the wizarding world for a very long time. I imagine you must’ve sensed that too when you first entered this world. So many aspects seem to have remained unchanged for countless years… They may appear traditional, but this stagnation isn’t something wizardkind consciously chose.”
Theodore Greengrass’s words were calm and powerful, spoken in the deep, resonant voice unique to mature men. What he said ran directly counter to the mainstream thinking held by most young wizards today.
“If you dig deeply enough into history, you’ll find that those who push history forward, whether Muggle or wizard, are always the most dazzling rising stars.”
“Only those who rise like comets, without falling or fading into silence, can lead a civilization toward progress. And it’s been many years since such a person has appeared in the wizarding world.”
“That is the real reason why the wizarding world has remained stagnant for so long.”
“Many people think that we, who pride ourselves as the Sacred Twenty-Eight, are just staunch defenders of outdated rules. But they don’t know that at least among the friends and blood relatives I know, most of us long for change in the wizarding world.”
“Lying in the faded glory of the past will only rot our houses from the inside. Only new challenges and opportunities can allow us to reclaim the brilliance of our youth.”
“Failure? Falling from grace? Becoming mediocre? That’s never what Slytherins fear. What we truly fear is watching our ancestors’ glory be tarnished, while we stand powerless to stop it.”
Theodore Greengrass’s voice echoed in the surrounding area. His wife nodded slightly in agreement. Lupin frowned faintly, though he didn’t speak.
“That is a a very insightful perspective.” Ian acknowledged that Theodore Greengrass had made some valid points. But he still looked a bit helpless.
“It’s just… being a leader isn’t exactly what I aspire to.”
“Honestly, you have much better options. I recommend my good friend Aurora, she’s remarkably gifted, noble by birth, and undeniably talented. A rising star with unstoppable momentum.”
“The Muggles have their queen. Shouldn’t wizards have one too? How perfect would that be?”
Ian deliberately pushed Aurora forward as a decoy to draw the attention away from himself.
However—
Theodore Greengrass only shook his head slightly.
“Mr. Prince, just as I said before: the glory of our ancestors is long gone. What appear to be flourishing houses like ours no longer hold true decision-making power. In the wizarding world, power defines authority. A decision has already been made by someone, we only get to choose whether we go along with it.”
To say such words, as a descendant of an old pure-blood family, was no easy thing. But Theodore Greengrass was being genuinely honest, even vulnerable.
“Albus Dumbledore?” Ian hesitated for a moment, glanced at Lupin beside him, then offered another name: “Or Gellert Grindelwald?”
These were the only two old geezers he could think of who might be pulling strings from the shadows.
These were the only two old geezers he could think of who might be pulling strings from the shadows. He leaned more toward the latter, since whenever Grindelwald spoke to him, it always seemed like he was trying to stoke his ambition.
Faced with this question—
Theodore Greengrass fell silent, deep in thought, and didn’t respond directly.
“Mr. Prince, I imagine you’ve studied modern wizarding history?”
He set down his dinner knife, staring at the plate in front of him, and asked a seemingly casual question.
“Of course,” Ian replied with a nod.
Theodore Greengrass then raised his eyes to look at the young man in front of him, far too young in appearance, yet already possessing strength that left him and most wizards in the dust.
“Regarding the former Dark Lord, that man whose name we don’t speak, most of his known followers came from our Slytherin pure-blood families.”
“Do you know the reason for that?”
Greengrass’s eyes showed a trace of unspeakable weariness as he spoke.
“Of course. It was because you were cowardly, afraid to die, and wanted to share in the benefits and power that came with being aligned with the Dark Lord,” Lupin interjected bitterly before Ian could answer.
It wasn’t an entirely unfair statement.
However—
To Theodore Greengrass, such a view was narrow. He glanced at his former classmate, whom he had always disliked, and a flicker of pity appeared in his eyes.
“Your answer is way too one-sided, Lupin.”
He didn’t directly refute the claim but responded in a faintly mocking tone.
“And I’ll be watching as you try to whitewash your own side’s actions.”
Lupin scoffed again, this time with open contempt.
“You…”
Mrs. Armande Greengrass, who had remained silent while her husband and Ian spoke, furrowed her brows and seemed ready to say something, but was stopped by Theodore Greengrass.
“Even now, Lupin, I still believe that in your little gang back then, only James Potter was truly a bastard. The other three of you were just stupidly naïve.”
Theodore Greengrass’s view may not have been objective, after all, someone who could join the Order of the Phoenix like Harry’s father certainly couldn’t have been irredeemably evil.
However…
It was a perspective that Lupin clearly couldn’t accept.
“And yet he was someone who fell in the midst of the fight, and he sacrificed himself. At least in that regard, he was better than all of you.”
Lupin suppressed his anger well. He understood the resentment Theodore Greengrass harbored in his heart.
Looking back now, after so many years since graduation, Lupin did realize how out of line some of their past behavior had been, impulsive actions made from youthful arrogance, without considering the consequences.
Still—
There was no point in arguing about right or wrong now. And it wasn’t as if they were the only ones who had done wrong back then, Slytherin students had also bullied others and weren’t guiltless.
“I’ve never claimed that Potter wasn’t a champion. His son, thee so called Boy-Who-Lived, has been praised for years, and I believe part of that praise has come from our help in spreading the legend.”
“In truth, that was our way of showing that we too longed for change. Many of the next generation in our houses have quite a favorable opinion of Potter’s son, the Boy-Who-Lived.”
Theodore Greengrass turned to look at the daydreaming young wizard.
“Mr. Prince, before your arrival, both we and he were all doing our part to fan the flames, to help create a Boy-Who-Lived that could represent a new dawn for the wizarding world.”
“The Dark Lord may have fallen, but the wizarding world simply returned to its stagnant, lifeless state. That wasn’t the future we wanted to see.”
He returned the conversation to the question Lupin had earlier interrupted.
This time, he didn’t ask Ian again; he gave the answer himself.
“The Death Eaters, the Dark Lord’s followers, aside from a handful of lunatics, most of them turned to him simply because they saw no hope elsewhere. He was a possible path to change.”
“They wanted to forge a new future, to revive and reinvigorate the glory of their houses, so their descendants wouldn’t rot away in decay.”
Theodore Greengrass spoke with a hint of sorrow in his voice.
“But history proved that it was the wrong choice.”
His expression turned somewhat wistful, and even Mrs. Armande Greengrass wore a look of complex emotion on her face.
“That’s just because you were short-sighted and couldn’t distinguish good from evil.” Lupin sneered again with cutting words.
Ian remained silent, focused instead on the untouched dragon meat and other rare delicacies still on his plate, already planning how to pack them up and how to preserve them once home.
Perhaps Aurora’s Preservation Charm for corpses could be repurposed into a makeshift magical refrigerator.
“I’d prefer to call it a case of desperate measures.” Theodore Greengrass rolled his eyes at Lupin and shot back with a mocking tone of his own.
“As for why we ended up that way… perhaps you should go back and ask the man you so loyally follow.”
His voice carried a deep and unmistakable resentment.
That comment might’ve gone too far.
Mrs. Greengrass immediately reached out to grasp her husband’s hand, visibly worried.
“Apologies.”
Theodore Greengrass also realized he’d overstepped. He raised his hand to rub his brow and chose to end the topic there.
But Lupin seemed unwilling to let it go.
“What exactly are you trying to say?” Lupin wasn’t trying to press him aggressively; he genuinely didn’t understand.
“Many years ago, our elders thought they had found hope, a true leader. But then… he gave up. That’s why so many people, in desperation, chose to follow his student instead.”
Theodore Greengrass clearly couldn’t hold it in anymore. His face was full of grievance and frustration; it was almost pitiful.
“…”
Lupin suddenly realized…
Maybe he shouldn’t have asked.
He really wanted to smack himself across the face.
“Alright, this isn’t a topic we should be discussing tonight.” Mrs. Armande Greengrass shot her husband a sharp glare, then turned to look at Ian who was busy cutting up dragon meat.
“I’ve already instructed the kitchen to portion the rest of the dragon meat for you.”
Seeing that Ian was sneakily trying to pack some into a bag, she tactfully made her stance clear.
“Oh, thank you, gracious lady.”
Ian said that politely, but he didn’t stop his actions, still eating and stuffing meat into his bag at the same time. This wasn’t a matter of poor manners,
It was just that Ian felt the need to slightly ruin his own image.
Of course, It also kind of felt a little satisfyingly wicked from the heart.
“Looks like tonight’s meal really suited your taste,” Mrs. Armande Greengrass gave a helpless smile. Her tone and demeanor showed that pure-blood families like theirs weren’t necessarily lacking emotional intelligence.
“It was indeed great, but I still think it falls short of spaghetti with Grade 5 concrete,”
Ian replied with some bizarre nonsense, causing Mrs. Greengrass to pause in mild confusion.
Lupin beside him was even more bewildered.
What the hell?
Concrete?
“Sounds interesting. I think we’ll try that pairing sometime.” Surprisingly, Theodore Greengrass actually smiled and picked up Ian’s absurd remark with grace.
Ian gave him a big thumbs-up.
“You still have plenty of time to think about your future. We won’t try to force you, nor do we even have the ability to. All we hope is that you understand where we stand.”
Theodore Greengrass continued to speak his thoughts with remarkable frankness.
“This meal was excellent. I think Daphne has just become my 70th friend.” Ian looked at the sisters’ mostly untouched plates and said this cheerfully.
The two girls had clearly left early again.
Which, of course, only increased their favorability in his heart.
At the very least, this meant he could pack an extra two pounds of dragon meat to take home.
“Then she should keep working hard to improve her ranking.”
Theodore Greengrass seemed to have picked up on the underlying meaning of Ian’s comment.
The conversation shifted.
He began chatting with Ian about quirky events in the wizarding world, for example, how they were currently preparing a film titled: “Despicable Newt: The Fall of Grindelwald.”
“Pffft—”
Ian almost spit out the berry drink he was sipping when he heard that the film was being made at the strong personal request of Gellert Grindelwald himself.
“Now that… is truly something special.”
Ian now couldn’t help wondering what the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would think of this development.
“Do you know who’s been cast as the lead?”
As long as they didn’t start talking about dominating or overturning the wizarding world, Ian found that he actually had quite a bit in common with this Greengrass couple.
Well, except for Lupin.
Still, this dinner could be considered pleasant for all parties involved. Gossip made time fly faster than usual. As evening drew near, Ian felt it was a good time to excuse himself.
“I still have another appointment to keep.”
He brought up a prior engagement with Hermione Granger’s family. He was telling the truth, he just didn’t mention that the appointment was actually scheduled for tomorrow.
“Of course, no problem. We’re already very glad you could come at all.”
Theodore Greengrass didn’t try to make him stay, after all, he had already accomplished his goal.
“These are all pre-prepared ingredients. Once you’re home, just cook them lightly and they’re ready to eat.”
Mrs. Armande Greengrass also handed him a small box, neatly packed by the house-elf.
Naturally, she hadn’t forgotten to reimburse Ian’s travel expenses—
The bulging money pouch she gave him clearly contained more than 200 Galleons.
After Ian refused any escort and left the manor, he confirmed it:
“A whole 500 Galleons!”
Looking at the jam-packed pouch, Ian’s face lit up with joy. He figured Daphne Greengrass might very well become his 69th friend instead.
Not for anything else—
Just because she had such generous parents.
“How are we getting back?” Lupin didn’t sound bitter or resentful. He simply let out a sigh.
Maybe the earlier conversations had reminded him of his old friends. The shabby werewolf seemed a little downcast, not even in the mood to go back and report to Albus Dumbledore anymore.
Perhaps…
Reporting to Dumbledore won’t change anything.
Lupin had finally come to understand a few things.
“Of course I’m taking the Knight Bus, straight to Diagon Alley to stay at a hotel. What about you? Heading back to the orphanage or to Hogwarts? I’m just going to buy a book; don’t tell me you’re tagging along for that too?”
Ian wasn’t opposed to covering Lupin’s bus fare again. He just figured Lupin might need some quiet space to process things.
“Dumbledore told me to stick by your side the entire holiday…”
Lupin looked up at the glittering stars overhead. In truth, he kind of wanted to go check in on the son of his old friend.
“Sigh… That old Headmaster is seriously cursed. Do I look like a child who needs a security escort?”
Ian was exasperated, but still walked to the bus stop and counted out fare for both of them.
He then lifted his wand to summon the Knight Bus.
“I think what Dumbledore really wants is for me to ensure everyone else’s safety…”
Lupin already understood this well. It was also the reason he dared not let his guard down.
If Ian were simply a vulnerable young wizard who needed protection, things would be a lot easier. But the way things were now, he just felt increasingly powerless.
One pure-blood family after another was pledging loyalty, asking Ian to lead them into great causes. And he, Remus Lupin, was just a werewolf.
All he could do was watch, helpless.
Can I stop him?
No. I can’t.
“Maybe Dumbledore never meant for me to stop him, just to make sure this guy doesn’t stray down the wrong path?”
Lupin muttered to himself, uncertain.
Just like he’d said earlier—
Tonight, he’d realized a lot.
“Pfft~”
“Kā-chā!”
Just then—
The Knight Bus arrived on cue.
Ian stepped on first. Lupin followed closely behind.
Their figures, along with the bus, vanished from the grassy hillside.
In the distance, standing at the manor’s gate, the couple who had been silently watching finally looked away.
“Do you really think he could be the hope we’re waiting for?” Mrs. Armande Greengrass looked uncertainly at her husband.
“He absolutely is.” Theodore Greengrass replied with unwavering conviction.
“But he seems so young. And so… I don’t even know how to describe it, eccentric?”
Clearly, Mrs. Greengrass no longer sounded as certain as she had during dinner.
Her tone was mixed with complicated emotions, perhaps because Ian’s deliberate “self-sabotaging” behavior had worked a bit too well. To the lady of the manor, Ian’s personality seemed too erratic.
“All that talk about spaghetti mixed with concrete… and offering us stir-fried dragonfruit with celery and pickled mango. I mean, it was just so nonsensical.”
This reaction from Mrs. Greengrass was exactly what Ian had hoped for.
However—
Though Ian’s plan was clever…
Some things turned out far beyond his expectations.
“Darling, we can’t judge things by appearances alone.” Theodore Greengrass now wore an insightful expression. He gazed in the direction Ian had disappeared and spoke softly.
“That man whose name must not be spoken, he once did similar things. Or rather, all those destined to rise in power tend to point at something absurd and declare it reasonable.”
“It’s a test of loyalty, to see whether we’ll accept his flawed ideas as truth… Didn’t you see how, when I nodded in approval, that boy Dumbledore picked gave me a satisfied thumbs-up?”
“He’s already exercising the rights of a leader, even if he doesn’t realize it himself. And that’s precisely why I believe Daphne’s classmate may very well be a natural-born leader.”
All that can be said is—
The world is unpredictable. The large intestine doesn’t always hold the small one.
Ian had simply wanted to lower their opinion of him, but had unexpectedly run into a couple of Crouching Tigers and Hidden Dragons, interpreting his behavior as brilliance.
If Ian had been there to hear this…
His facial expression would have been legendary.
“Is that really so…”
Mrs. Greengrass clearly trusted her husband deeply. So even though she still had doubts, she nodded in thought.
“You’re definitely the smarter one.”
She looked more and more convinced as she spoke.
Once again—
Where the Crouching Dragon lurks, the Phoenix is sure to follow.
Birds of a feather really do flock together.
The couple chatted as they walked back toward the Feast Hall, now thoroughly cleaned by the house-elves.
“Make sure to talk to Daphne when we get back,” Theodore Greengrass reminded his wife. “Have her work harder to make a good impression at school. At the very least, we’ve already positioned ourselves ahead of most of our friends in terms of allegiance.”
“Mm, I know what to do,”
Armande Greengrass nodded, though a trace of worry appeared on her face.
“Theodore, you don’t think that old Headmaster of ours is going to pull another stunt, do you?”
“It started with him… then it was Harry Potter… and now it’s Ian Prince. Who knows when he’ll change his mind again?”
Clearly, Armande Greengrass was developing a bit of PTSD toward Albus Dumbledore. But honestly, given the history, her concerns weren’t unreasonable.
“I don’t think our Headmaster is the only one making decisions this time,” Theodore Greengrass countered with the opposite opinion. “He can’t just veto things with a single word anymore.”
He smiled confidently and glanced at the small, backroom wizarding newspaper that had been laid out as table talk. The headline about the upcoming production of Despicable Newt: The Fall of Grindelwald dominated the front page.
Of course, this didn’t mean Theodore Greengrass was wise in all areas. Sometimes it’s the clever people who overanalyze and overcomplicate things.
“What do you mean? Are you saying more than one person supports this new follower of the Order of the Phoenix?” Armande noticed his gaze and followed it, to the photo of a mustached wizard on the newspaper’s cover.
Her expression became visibly uneasy.
And just as she began to realize that something more might be going on, Theodore’s next words made her pupils constrict sharply.
“That’s what sets Ian Prince apart from the others. What if, and I mean what if, Ian Prince isn’t actually Dumbledore’s chosen successor in the Order of the Phoenix?”
Theodore lowered his voice.
“What are you saying?”
Her eyes were shining with unease and suspicion.
“You’ve seen the people around him: Lupin, a core member of the Order of the Phoenix. Maybe our old Headmaster intends for the entire Order to serve this young wizard in the future.”
“But that’s not all.”
“Looking at recent events, our old Headmaster has clearly changed his usual approach, he’s actively promoting this boy, even pushing to get him a Order of the Merlin Medal. I suspect that whole business with breaking into Gringotts… it probably had something to do with Ian as well.”
“Why do you think he’s doing all this?”
“All signs suggest he’s not just handing Ian the Order of the Phoenix… he’s gambling his entire life’s reputation on this boy.”
“We only know he defeated You-Know-Who because of the memories he released. Everything we’ve seen, are things Dumbledore wanted us to see.”
“When you put all that together, the answer becomes very clear.”
Theodore’s reasoning caused Armande’s expression to flicker with disbelief.
“You mean… Dumbledore is trying to create a king?”
Her voice was laced with disbelief.
“My dear, your senses really should be sharper than this,”
As his wife stared at him in growing horror, Theodore looked up at the family crest on the wall and whispered with absolute certainty—
“Dumbledore is placing a bet… This time, he wants to be the follower.” His voice echoed quietly through the silent Feast Hall.
“No! Heavens! That idea is completely berserk!” Armande’s voice trembled.
“It’s not berserk. It might very well be the truth. Why do you think I was in such a hurry to make our move? And if you think about it, there are more clues to back this up…”
The couple continued their intense discussion—
So immersed in their analysis…
That neither of them noticed—
The door behind them creak slightly open.
“Daphne! Daphne! Have Mommy and Daddy been eaten?!” A teary-eyed Astoria Greengrass whispered as she tugged at her older sister’s sleeve.
“???”
Now deeply regretting her embellished bedtime story, Daphne was starting to worry whether her little sister might say the wrong thing at school and doom her to another long, humiliating year of school infamy.
…
A new day arrived.
Morning in Diagon Alley felt like an ancient dream gently awakened by magic, gradually breaking free from the silence of the night to blossom with vitality and life. As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the morning mist and brushed across the narrow, cobblestone-paved streets, the alley slowly began to stir awake.
On both sides of the street, the shopfronts, weathered by centuries of time, lit up with warm, welcoming lights or hung up brilliantly colored signs, each exuding its own unique charm.
In front of Ollivander’s Wand Shop, the slender wooden shutters creaked open, revealing the neatly arranged wands inside, as if awaiting the arrival of new owners.
A faint aroma of wood and magic lingered in the air.
“This shop is mine too!”
Ian was enthusiastically introducing Diagon Alley to the wide-eyed Granger family, almost exclusively highlighting all the properties he personally owned.
“The owner of this place just loves conning people. Wait for me to take a potion and change appearances so I can go in and listen with you, see what new nonsense he’s spouting this year. I need excuses and reasons to raise his rent, after all.”
Clearly, Ian held grudges.
Before Hermione, mouth already forming a stunned “O”, or her oddly smiling parents could say anything, a swaying, hunched figure slowly stepped out from the wand shop.
“Mr. Prince… I gave you that deed, remember…” The elderly man sighed helplessly.
“Ah?”
Ian was clearly caught off guard.
“You’ve got very sharp ears, sir,”
He could only smile awkwardly and play it off.
“I didn’t know you had a relative in Slytherin House, too…”
Ian quickly changed the subject, noticing that Hermione had already excitedly rushed into the shop.
“Is this where I pick my wand? Will I be able to cast magic once I get it?”
Hermione’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed at the countless wands.
“Slow down, Hermione!” Mrs. Granger quickly followed her daughter inside.
“So… were you still planning on transforming?” Mr. Granger quipped, giving Ian a knowing look.
“Probably not.” Ian’s cheeks turned slightly red.
Just then, Ollivander, who had entered the shop with them, finally responded to Ian’s earlier question.
“My grandson will be attending Hogwarts this year. But that’s not why I invested in you, Mr. Prince. Just like I said the very first time we met—”
“You’re destined to achieve something that has never been done before.” Ollivander’s tone was full of admiration as he pointed toward a corner of the shop near the window.
A blond-haired boy looked up and smiled.
Yet… that face felt strangely familiar to Ian.
(End of Chapter)
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