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Chapter 344: Can You Close Your Eyes for a Moment, Hermione?
Chapter 344: Can You Close Your Eyes for a Moment, Hermione?
However, to Ivan's surprise, Walker's mood did not improve. He still looked gloomy.
After a moment of hesitation, Walker suddenly spoke up.
"I'm sorry, Hals!"
"What's wrong?" Ivan was a bit puzzled, not quite understanding why Walker was apologizing.
Walker glanced at the Death Eater lying on the ground and said apologetically, "You've done so much for us, the Werewolves, and yet these people are still after the Wolfsbane Potion."
At this point, Walker felt guilty. As a Werewolf, he couldn't understand how these people could do such things, nor did he want Ivan to misunderstand all Werewolves because of them.
"They are who they are; what does that have to do with you?" Ivan said with a smile.
"But—"
Walker was about to say more but was cut off by Ivan's wave of his hand.
"Every group has good people and bad people! Besides, many Wizards in Knockturn Alley discriminate against Werewolves. Should I apologize for every one of them just because I live in Knockturn Alley?" Ivan said.
Walker thought about it and realized he was right. He scratched his head and gave an embarrassed smile.
After his mother's death, he had lived with Fren and others, experiencing firsthand how much Werewolves were discriminated against in the Wizarding World.
For a while, Walker had harbored a lot of hostility towards all non-Werewolf Wizards.
Now, he realized that, as Ivan had said, every group has good and bad people, and it wasn't fair to generalize.
Seeing that Walker was no longer stuck in his thoughts, Ivan felt relieved. He wasn't surprised by the ingratitude of those Werewolves.
In fact, Wizards like Fren, Walker, and Lupin, who worked hard and supported themselves without stealing or robbing, were the minority among Werewolves.
Many Werewolves turned to theft and murder to survive, eventually becoming evil Dark Wizards, taking out their suffering on innocent people, and causing widespread panic.
This, in turn, intensified the Wizarding World's resistance to Werewolves.
So even with the Wolfsbane Potion, it would be a long and difficult process for Werewolves to be accepted by the general public.
Ivan looked at the black-robed Werewolf lying on the ground, unconscious, and felt a moment of reflection. He turned to the Young Witch standing beside him and spoke softly.
"Can you close your eyes for a moment, Hermione?"
Close her eyes? Why?
Hermione's brown eyes looked at Ivan, unsure of what to do.
But Ivan just looked at her silently without saying a word.
Hermione hesitated for a moment, then, out of trust in Ivan, she nodded and closed her eyes, her mind filled with random scenes from TV shows she had seen during the summer.
After a while, Ivan's voice sounded in her ear.
"Sectumsempra!"
This was followed by the sound of a blade slicing through flesh and a painful scream.
Hermione's thoughts were interrupted, and she felt a wave of fear. She suddenly realized what Ivan was doing—killing the Death Eater she had just stunned.
Hermione opened her eyes. Sure enough, the Death Eater's chest had a large hole, and the black robe was stained with blood. The strong, nauseating smell of blood filled the air.
Despite having seen more gruesome scenes before, Hermione still felt a bit uneasy for a moment. She then glared at Ivan, realizing that he had made her close her eyes to avoid seeing the killings.
However, Hermione ultimately said nothing. She was more upset with her own helplessness.
"Let's go!" Ivan took Hermione's hand and led her away, clearly feeling her wrist trembling slightly. For a thirteen-year-old Young Witch, experiencing so much violence in such a short time was truly difficult for her.
In silence, the three of them returned to the living room.
Everyone else was already there. Fleur was carrying the unconscious Brock, while Aisha held some well-preserved dark magic items, apparently intending to take them back for research.
"Since we're all here, let's go quickly. If we wait any longer, the Aurors will be here!" Dugdale glanced out the window, noting that the commotion had already caused some unrest.
Ivan nodded. Borgin and Burkes and his family's magic shop were different; this place was too close to Diagon Alley. Someone might inform the Ministry of Magic, and it would be troublesome if they ran into the Aurors who came to investigate.
"What about these bodies? Don't we need to deal with them?" Ivan looked around, taking in the severely damaged magic shop and the bodies of the Death Eaters on the ground.
Having watched too many crime dramas in his past life, Ivan was worried that the Ministry might trace the clues back to him.
"Don't worry, they were already on the Ministry's wanted list. Their deaths won't matter much. This is Knockturn Alley, and the Aurors will likely just come to check things out and leave." Dugdale shook his head, speaking with disdain, and then tossed the ledger he had found on Brock to a conspicuous spot.
Brock had been running this Dark Magic Shop for a long time and naturally had some incriminating materials. This ledger, for instance, recorded a large amount of information about the sale of dangerous items.
Among the buyers and sellers were several wealthy and powerful Pureblood Families. Regardless of how the Ministry dealt with the ledger, it would certainly divert a lot of their attention, leaving them no time to bother with them.
After Dugdale's explanation, Ivan felt more at ease. He took Hermione and Aisha with the others and left through the hole in the living room wall that had been blown open.
By the time they returned to a large mansion in the northwest, it was already two in the morning.
After a fierce battle, everyone suddenly had a chance to relax, and they all looked somewhat exhausted. After securing Brock, they allocated rooms to rest.
Fortunately, Dugdale's friend's mansion was large enough to accommodate everyone.
Ivan lay in bed and took out the Time Turner from around his neck. The golden ring with the hourglass in the middle faintly glowed, and the sand slowly trickled from one side to the other, still cold and not showing any signs of heating up.
This meant he could stay for a while longer.
However, Ivan no longer cared. He had dealt with the real culprit, Brock, and had seen Aisha safe and sound. It didn't matter when he returned.
(End of Chapter)
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