Chapter 63: Family, Death Eaters, Wizard Purity Party
"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Michael couldn't help but raise his thumb. "I thought you'd just fire back at them right away!"
Wade wasn’t sure when exactly he’d given Michael that Gryffindor impression.
"Slytherin holds grudges—just look at Malfoy and Potter," Wade said, shrugging. He cast a silent Spell to muffle the noise from the train compartment, then poured himself a glass of water. "I don’t want to be harassed every day at school."
Theo nodded. "You’re right—Axley’s the type who never forgets. And unlike Malfoy’s petty pranks, he’s fond of underhanded tactics. Even Professor McGonagall hasn’t been able to catch him red-handed. Liam, you really need to rein in your temper."
Liam made a face—neither agreeing nor disagreeing—and instead asked, "Wade, that Muggle thing you mentioned… the Computer… is it really capable of doing all that?"
He was still processing what Wade had said earlier, finally grasping a fragment of it. "They can buy anything in the world from home?"
Wade chuckled. "Online shopping started, well, roughly ten years ago. It’ll only get more convenient. But honestly, I’m not an expert on the subject."
He wasn’t a computer specialist. In his previous life, he’d been just an average university student—his C Programming course had been forgotten the moment the exam was over.
After rebirth in this world, he had considered diving into tech—trying to bring WeChat, Douyin, e-commerce sites, and smartphones into existence early. If he’d succeeded, he might’ve become a billionaire before thirty.
But his studies had barely begun when the Hogwarts acceptance letter arrived.
Billionaire or wizard? Wade had hesitated for 0.1 seconds before choosing the latter.
Michael shook his head. "But you sounded so confident just now—"
"I just quoted things I’d read in magazines," Wade said, leaning back against the seat with a smile. "Sounded impressive, didn’t it? You and Liam don’t get it. Prewitt and the others definitely don’t either. But since they can’t follow what I’m saying, they just back off—just hearing me talk gives them a headache."
"Merlin’s beard!" Theo breathed. "I actually thought you were some kind of Muggle computer genius! I’ve seen their TV shows—those experts never sounded as… as incomprehensible as you did."
For a split second, Theo wondered if he’d even heard English. Had the Muggles invented an entirely new language just for their computers?
—Wait, Wade had mentioned that concept earlier… something about Computer Languages… C, C++, Java, Python…
Theo fell into deep thought.
So Muggles really did it? They built machines… and then invented dozens of complex languages just to talk to them?
"Did you seem nervous earlier?" Wade asked Michael. "Who exactly are those guys?"
"They’re the troublesome kind among the pure-bloods," Michael said. "If the Dark Lord ever returns, they’d jump at the chance to rejoin him."
"Yom Prewitt—you probably haven’t noticed before. He’s a sixth-year Ravenclaw, always throwing parties in the Common Room. He passed his Defense Against the Dark Arts O.W.L.s with flying colors, even though he only studied on his own. But what he really excels in? Minor Dark Curses. He’s petty, vindictive—best left alone if you can."
Liam sighed. "I used to think Ravenclaws were just bookish nerds! Look at Prewitt—he practically salivates at the thought of serving Axley."
"—Because Prewitt isn’t actually a Prewitt," Theo recalled. "I heard someone mention it once—his great-great-grandmother married a Half-Blood wizard, surnamed Dion or Dick. After the Pureblood Registry was published, they changed their name to one of the 'Sacred Twenty-Eight Families'—Prewitt."
"Then what happened?" Wade asked, intrigued.
"They were never officially accepted into the Prewitt family. But both of Prewitt’s brothers died fighting against the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters. Now, Prewitt—meaning Yom’s father and uncle—hold high positions in the Ministry. They claim to be pure-blood Prewitts, and no one’s challenged them."
Theo smirked at their wide-eyed expressions. "Funny thing? The closest blood relation to Prewitt in the school is actually the Weasleys in Gryffindor."
"The Weasleys?" They all blinked in surprise.
"Yeah," Theo said. "Ron Weasley’s mother was a Prewitt. The two brothers who died were her brothers."
"Dead?" Liam asked.
"Yes."
"Terrible," Liam muttered. "I mean… the war. I’m glad it’s over."
He silently thanked Harry Potter in his heart. The boy hadn’t shown any extraordinary strength or brilliance, but he’d saved the world. That alone was enough.
Including Liam’s parents, many people deeply respected and were grateful to the boy who’d survived.
"And Axley and Flee?" Wade asked.
"Axley…" Theo’s expression darkened slightly. "His father served the Dark Lord, just like Malfoy’s. When Voldemort disappeared, they all claimed they’d been under the Imperius Curse—bought their way out with money. Unlike Malfoy, his father still works in the Ministry. Rumor has it he’s cruel, cold-blooded. I don’t doubt Axley’s a master of Dark Magic."
Michael frowned. "Even if they were under the Imperius Curse, they must’ve committed awful things. And they’re still allowed to hold positions in the Ministry?"
"Yeah," Theo said, his voice heavy. "It’s hard to believe, isn’t it?"
Michael fell silent. The clever boy suddenly felt the Ministry of Magic—once a towering symbol of justice—crumbling in his mind.
"As for the Flee family…" Theo continued. "They were once loyal to Grindelwald. After Dumbledore defeated him, the Wizard Purity Party faded from public view. The Flee family went quiet. But even so… the Purity Party was worse than the Death Eaters. We must be cautious with him."
The compartment fell silent for a long moment.
Michael and Liam—both Half-Bloods—hadn’t grown up in the wizarding world’s old power struggles. The history books rarely recorded such things.
To young wizards born into peace, war was just a chapter in A History of Magic, a confusing exam topic. They didn’t realize that the shadow of war still lingered—in their classmates.
Thinking of Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort… and the students who might dream of becoming Death Eaters… the boys felt a heavy weight settle in their chests.
The rest of the journey passed quietly. Once in a while, a curious student would approach to ask about the "inventor of the Book of Friends," but Wade effortlessly defused them with his "internet concept" in just a few minutes.
By the time the train pulled into Hogsmeade Station, no one dared approach him with those mind-bending topics anymore.
The train slowed to a stop. Students bundled into thick coats and stepped off. In the distance, the glowing lights of Hogwarts Castle awaited them.
(End of Chapter)
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