Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 237 235. Light the Light of Hope in the Squibs' Hearts

There is still a small window open in the center of the door, and a pair of eyes are still exposed.

It's still the same as it was a few years ago.

"magic"

Following Dudley's password, the door was opened again.

The oncoming smell is still the familiar unpleasant smell, which is different from the stench of the troll.

Seeing Dudley's familiar attire, the attendants inside the door froze, and shouted excitedly, calling for the companions inside.

Soon, the Squib speaker who was the original transaction partner ran out of the room in a hurry and came out to meet Dudley.

"Dear Mr. Gargamel, you haven't been here for a long time."

The tone is humble and respectful.

"Is there something wrong with the magic material?"

After entering Hogwarts, Dudley's demand for potion materials decreased significantly, so the number of transactions with this group of squibs was also much less.

After all, Dudley could get most things himself, there was no need to change hands again, Dudley had money, but it wasn't just because of the wind.

But it also deprives the Squibs of a valuable source of income.

It is not easy for Squibs to make money, and the means of making money are even more limited.

Dudley hadn't contacted them for almost half a year.

Dudley didn't answer him in a hurry, but stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the dirty air around him was immediately cleared.

Wei Xiaolu's hand immediately shocked the group of squibs.

Casting spells without a wand is something only a very few powerful wizards can do.

It turns out that Gargamel is a powerful wizard.

"There's nothing wrong with the materials."

Hearing Dudley's words, the squibs around were visibly relieved.

A powerful wizard is not something their group of squibs can offend.

If it is a dark wizard, the opponent can kill them all without any pressure with just one spell.

"The reason I don't come here as often is because I don't need as many materials anymore."

Dudley's next words made the Squibs feel cold again.

As the customer with the largest demand for potion materials, coupled with the reason for the generous spending, the appearance of Dudley made the lives of these squibs who were not rich at first much better. It can be said that Dudley was half of their parents.

If he doesn't need potion ingredients

It's not just about losing a big client.

No one wanted to go back to the time when they were full and hungry, but they had no way of Dudley being something they couldn't afford to provoke.

"That's really...very regrettable Mr. Gargamel"

Even if you are unwilling in every possible way, you can only passively accept this kind of thing.

The rules of survival for the Squibs were laid down from the beginning.

The remnants of the wizarding world and the aliens of the ordinary people's world are not tolerated by both sides.

He can neither integrate into the world of wizards nor live in the world of ordinary people, and can only survive in the cracks.

"Although you don't need to provide materials, I think we still have the possibility of cooperation. This is the second thing I want to do here."

Dudley took out a small wooden stick and placed it in front of the squibs, and said to the leader of the squibs, "Take it and cast the spell."

The leading Squib shook his head with a wry smile.

"Sir, I'm a Squib, I can't cast any magic"

My former self was looking forward to releasing even half of the spell. After all his peers went to school one by one, he was still at home, but his body showed no signs of it. like a Muggle.

For this reason, his parents quarreled more than once, and finally left home.

And he can only stay alone in bed, constantly comforted like hypnosis, he is just a late bloomer, sooner or later he will become a wizard.

Year after year, he grew up from an ignorant child who knew nothing.

The reality gave him a slap in the face, he was not a late bloomer, but he was not mature at all.

After so many years now, he has long been relieved and accepted the identity of a squib.

"I said, 'Take it, cast the spell', and I didn't want to repeat it a third time."

Facing a being who could cast spells without a staff, this group of squibs really couldn't think of any resistance.

Helplessly, the leading Squib picked up the small wooden stick with a wry smile, pointed at the wall next to him, and said very perfunctorily, "A clear spring is like water."

This is the most basic spell, and the simplest and most intuitive one.

If there was still a slight possibility of hope in the previous him, the current him is already numb.

One failure after another, one disappointment after another, and nothing at all.

Squibs can't cast magic, it's an iron law.

This is his fate.

"Sir, it's really impossible for me.?!!"

However...the next second...he almost bit off his tongue.

A miracle happened.

The tip of the wand sprayed out a thin stream of water, drawing an arc in the air, hitting the wall, and soaking the extension of the wall. Although the water flow was very thin, only as big as a water gun, it was actually released.

"You and me. How is it possible?!"

The leading Squib was greatly shocked, pointing at Dudley, pointing at himself and then pointing at the wand, talking incoherently for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence.

'I unleashed the magic? '

Magic, really magic!

Not only the leading Squib, but also the surrounding Squibs almost popped their eyes out.

'what happened? Culiver (name of the first Squib) turned into a wizard? '

'No, if he had become a wizard, he would have gone to magic school long ago. '

'He's still a Squib, a Squib like us. '

Everyone turned their eyes to the small stick-like wand in Culliver's hand.

Breathing became more and more heavy.

After so many years of struggling at the bottom, they immediately guessed that being able to release magic must have something to do with this wand.

This special wand allows them to cast spells.

At least Culliver can cast spells with it.

"Culiver, try something else!"

An impatient voice rang out from the crowd.

Once can be said to be a coincidence, so what about twice.

If the two times were a coincidence, what about the three times.

Culliver was no longer as perfunctory as before, he stood up straight, and began to wave his magic wand with extremely standard movements and word order.

"Fluorescent flickering!"

The standardization of actions and the standardization of sentences cannot be achieved without thousands of times of tempering.

Even the Ministry of Magic Aurors probably didn't have his standards.

The Squibs present were all staring at his movements, holding their breath nervously, not daring to take a breath.

The facts did not disappoint the Squibs.

The tip of Culliver's wand burst into a faint light again.

Although the brightness was weak, it ignited the light of hope in the hearts of the squibs.

It's not a squib, and I will never know how miserable the life of this group of bottom-level wizards is.