A small window was still opened in the center of the door, still revealing a pair of eyes.
Still the same as a few years ago.
"magic"
Following Dudley's command, the door was opened again.
What came oncoming was still the familiar unpleasant smell, which was different from the stench of the troll.
When they saw Dudley's familiar attire, the attendant inside the door was stunned and quickly shouted excitedly, calling for his companions inside.
Soon, the squib talker who was the original transaction partner ran out of the room in a hurry and took the initiative to greet Dudley.
"Dear Mr. Gargamel, you haven't been here for a long time."
The tone is humble and the attitude is respectful.
"Is there something wrong with the magic materials?"
After entering Hogwarts, Dudley's demand for potion materials dropped significantly, so the number of transactions with this group of squibs was also much less.
After all, Dudley could get most things by himself, so there was no need to change hands again. Dudley had money, but it didn't come from a strong wind.
But this also caused the Squibs to lose a valuable source of income.
It is really not easy for Squibs to make money, and the means of making money are even more limited.
So far, Dudley has not contacted them for almost half a year.
Dudley did not answer him hastily, but stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the dirty air around him suddenly cleared up.
The slightly exposed 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 are no issues with the materials."
Hearing Dudley's words, the Squibs around him visibly relaxed.
A powerful wizard was not something that these squibs could offend.
If it is a dark wizard, the other party can kill them all with just one spell without any pressure.
“The reason I don’t come here as often is because I don’t need as much material anymore.”
Dudley's next words made the Squibs feel cold again.
As the customer with the largest demand for potion materials, coupled with his generous spending, Dudley's appearance has made the poor life of these squibs much better. It can be said that Dudley can be regarded as the bread and butter for most of them.
If he doesn't need potion ingredients anymore
It’s not just as simple as losing a big customer.
No one wanted to go back to the days when they were full and hungry, but they had no choice. Dudley was someone they couldn't afford to offend.
"That's really a pity. Dear Mr. Gargamel."
Even if you don't want to do anything, you can only passively accept this kind of thing.
The rules of survival for the Squibs were set from the beginning.
The remnants of the wizarding world and the aliens of the ordinary world are not tolerated by both parties.
He can neither integrate into the wizarding world nor live in the world of ordinary people. He can only survive in the cracks.
"Although you don't need to provide materials, I think there is still a possibility for us to cooperate. This is the second thing I came here to do."
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 release the spell."
The leader of the Squib smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Sir, I'm a squib, I can't release any magic."
In the past, I was extremely looking forward to releasing even half of the magic spell. When everyone of the same age went to school one by one, he still stayed at home, but there was no sign of his body. He could neither release magic nor magic riot. He was ordinary. Like a Muggle.
His parents quarreled over this more than once, and eventually both left home.
And he could only stay alone in bed, constantly comforting him like a hypnosis, saying that he was just a late bloomer and would become a wizard sooner or later.
Year after year, he grew up from an ignorant child who knew nothing.
Reality gave him a hard slap in the face. He was not a late maturer, but could not mature at all.
Now, after so many years, he has long been relieved and accepted the identity of Squib.
"I said, 'Take it and cast the spell,' and I didn't want to do it a third time."
Facing a being who could cast spells without a wand, these squibs really couldn't think of a single thought of resistance.
Helplessly, the leader of the squibs smiled bitterly and picked up the small wooden stick, pointed at the wall next to him, and said very perfunctorily: "The spring is as clear as water."
This is the most basic magic spell, and it is also the simplest and most intuitive magic spell.
If he had a glimmer of hope in the past, he is already numb now.
Failure again and again, disappointment again and again, nothing gained again and again.
It is impossible for a squib to release magic. This is an iron rule.
This is his destiny.
"Sir, is it really impossible for me...?!!"
However, the next second, he almost bit off his tongue.
A miracle happened.
A thin stream of water erupted from the tip of the wand, drawing an arc in the air, hitting the wall, and soaking the outside of the wall. Although the water flow is very thin, only as big as a water gun, it is actually released.
"How is it possible for you and me?!"
The leader of the Squib was greatly shocked. He pointed at Dudley, then at himself, and then at the wand. He spoke incoherently for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence.
'I unleashed the magic? '
Magic, really magic!
Not only the leader of the Squibs, but also the Squibs around him almost had their eyes popped out.
'what happened? Couliver (the name of the leader of the Squibs) became a wizard? '
'No, if he had become a wizard, he would have gone to a magic school. '
'He's still a squib, a squib like us. '
Everyone turned their attention to the small stick-like wand in Culliver's hand.
Breathing became heavier and heavier.
After working at the bottom for so many years, they immediately guessed that the ability to release magic must be related to this wand.
This special wand allows them to cast spells.
At least Culliver can cast spells with it.
"Culliver, try something else!"
An impatient voice sounded from the crowd.
Once can be said to be a coincidence, but twice.
If twice is a coincidence, what about three times.
Culliver was no longer as perfunctory as before. He stood up straight and began to wave the magic wand using extremely standard movements and word sequences.
"Lumos!"
The standard of actions and the standard of sentences cannot be achieved without thousands of times of tempering.
Even the Aurors at the Ministry of Magic may not have his standards.
The squibs present were all watching his movements closely, holding their breath nervously, not daring to take a breath.
The facts did not disappoint the Squibs.
The tip of Culliver's wand once again burst out with faint light.
Although the brightness was weak, it ignited the light of hope in the hearts of the Squibs.
If you are not a squib, you will never know how miserable the lives of these people at the bottom of the wizarding world are.
(End of chapter)
