A small window still opened in the center of the door, still revealing a pair of eyes.

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

"Magic"

With Dudley's command, the door was opened again.

The familiar smell was still the same as the stench of the trolls.

When he saw Dudley's familiar outfit, the attendant inside the door was stunned, and hurriedly shouted excitedly, calling for his companions inside.

Soon, the Squib Talker, who was the subject of the transaction, hurriedly ran out of the room and took the initiative to greet Dudley.

"Dear Mr. Gargamel, it's been a long time since you've been here."

The tone is humble and the attitude is respectful.

"Is there something wrong with the magic materials?"

After entering Hogwarts, Dudley's demand for potions materials dropped significantly, so the number of transactions with the Squibs was much less.

After all, most things Dudley can get by himself, there is no need to change hands again, Dudley is rich, but it is not a strong wind.

But this also deprived 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 foul air around him was immediately cleared.

A slightly exposed hand immediately shook the group of squibs.

Cast spells without a wand, which is something that only a handful of powerful wizards can do.

It turns out that Gargamel is a wizard with great powers.

"There are no problems with the materials."

Hearing Dudley's words, the squibs around him breathed a sigh of relief.

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

If it's a dark wizard, they can kill them all without stress with just one spell.

"The reason I don't come here often is because I don't need that much material anymore."

Dudley's next sentence made the Squibs' hearts cold for the most part.

As the customer with the largest demand for potion materials, coupled with the reason for his generous spending, Dudley's appearance has made the life of this group of Squibs who are not rich much better, and it can be said that Dudley is most of their food and clothing parents.

If he doesn't need potion materials anymore

It's not just about losing a big customer.

No one wanted to go back to the old days when they were hungry, but they didn't have any way to do it, Dudley was something they couldn't afford to provoke.

"That's really. Very sorry Zun. Respect. Mr. Gargamel"

Even if you are unwilling, you can only passively accept this kind of thing.

The Squibs' rules of survival were set from the very beginning.

The dregs of the wizarding world, the outliers of the ordinary world, are not tolerated by both sides.

Neither can integrate into the wizarding world, nor can they live in the world of ordinary people, they can only survive in the cracks.

"Although I don't need you to provide the materials, I think we still have the possibility of cooperation, and that's the second thing I'm here to do."

Dudley pulled out a small wooden stick and placed it in front of the Squibs, and said to the Squib at the leader, "Take it and release the spell." ”

The Squib at the head shook his head with a wry smile.

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

In the past, he was extremely looking forward to being able to release even half of the spell, and when his peers went to school one by one, he remained at home, but his body showed no signs at all, neither could release magic, nor did he riot with magical power, and he was as ordinary as a Muggle.

His parents quarreled more than once for this and eventually left the house.

And he can only stay alone in the bed, hypnotic and constantly comforting, he is just a late bloomer, and sooner or later he will become a wizard.

Year after year, he grew from an ignorant child who didn't know anything.

Reality gave him a hard slap, he was not a late maturer, but he couldn't be ripe at all.

So many years have passed now, and he has long been relieved and accepted the identity of Squib.

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

In the face of an existence capable of casting spells without a wand, this group of squibs really couldn't raise the slightest thought of resisting.

Helplessly, the squib at the head smiled bitterly and picked up the small wooden stick, pointed at the wall next to him, and said very perfunctorily: "The spring is like water." ”

This is the most basic spell, and it is also the simplest and most intuitive spell.

If he had a glimmer of hope in the past, he was already numb now.

Failure after failure, disappointment after disappointment, and nothing for nothing.

It is impossible for a Squib to unleash magic, this is the law of iron.

This is his fate.

"Sir, I really can't ?!!."

However. Next second. He almost bit his tongue off.

A miracle happened.

The tip of the wand spewed out a thin thread of water, arcing through the air and striking the wall, soaking the wall extension. Although the water flow was very thin, only the size of a water gun, it was actually released.

"You and me. It. How can it be?! ”

The Squib was shocked, and pointed at Dudley, then at himself, then at his wand, and for a long time he could not utter a complete sentence.

'I unleashed my magic?' ’

Magic, really magic!

Not only the squibs led by the leader, but the squibs around them almost stared out their eyes.

'What's going on?' Curry Liver's (the name of the first Squib) turned into a wizard? ’

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

He's still a Squib, the same Squib as we are. ’

All eyes turned to the small wand in Curifer's hand.

The breathing began to grow heavier and heavier.

After so many years of crawling at the bottom, they guessed that the ability to cast magic must have something to do with the wand.

This special wand allows them to cast spells.

At least Kulivo can cast spells with it.

"Curliver, try something else!"

An impatient voice rang out from the crowd.

Once can be said to be a coincidence, then twice is it.

If it's a coincidence, then what about three times.

No longer as perfunctory as before, he straightened up and began to wave his wand with the most standard movements and sequences.

"Fluorescent flicker!"

The standard of action and the standard of sentence cannot be achieved without thousands of tempering.

Even the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic may not have his standards.

The squibs present all stared closely at his movements, holding their breath nervously, and they didn't dare to gasp.

The Squibs did not disappoint.

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

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

It's not a squib, and I never know how embarrassed the lives of this group of people at the bottom of the wizarding world are.

(End of chapter)