chsdbacks Chapter 201 Martin's Fear
Chapter 201 Martin's Fear
Chapter 201 Martin's Fear
After Beauxbatons' alchemy class, the student who was ranked first found Ryan.
"professor----"
"Just call me Ryan outside of class. We're friends, why be so formal?"
"Professor! I think you should give first place to Furong."
Ryan was puzzled: "I've seen Hibiscus's work, and it is indeed excellent, but it lacks your ingenuity. You added stability and switches when carving the wooden board, and that's what made you superior to her."
"Heh." The student snorted, raised his eyebrows, shrugged, and left.
There's no hope. Just wait to die. Goodbye.
Ryan tilted his head, curious.
After finishing his classes last night, Martin returned to his home in the ordinary world. These people possess a portkey located in a specific place, a portkey specially approved by the French Ministry of Magic that allows them to move back and forth between their homes and the Magician Academy.
The key is divided according to residence; magic wizards whose residences are adjacent share a key.
Last night, after finishing his work tightening screws at the factory, he bought a hot dog from a street vendor and hurried to the basement of an abandoned building, where the key to their area was kept—an inconspicuous tire.
Then I encountered Professor Quirrell's lecture.
He genuinely respected the new Professor Quirrell.
Because not everyone can face their past, their flaws, and their traumas. Not to mention young wizards like Quirinas Quirrell, who were once full of promise and had a bright future, falling from their high pedestals into the mud and becoming Squibs just like them.
But when he watched Quirrell's speech, he remained calm and composed, without a trace of anger towards his own situation. He accepted everything with equanimity and calmly chose to come here to teach, choosing to share their joys and sorrows.
Is this Hogwarts? — Of all the people Martin knew at Hogwarts, only two had left an incredibly deep impression on him.
There's Ryan, who finds a way out for Squiggly characters, starts a school, and gives out wands; and there's Quirrell, who faces himself, accepts himself, and chooses to do the right thing.
He recalled Quirrell's concluding remarks: "For me, pain has merely given me an opportunity to stand on the side of the greater good of wizards. And you are the fertile ground for this opportunity. You are wizards! We are wizards!"
Yes, we are wizards—Martin, who was going to work at the factory as usual in the morning, was full of energy. He was thinking about how he would save enough money to exchange for enough Galleons through Gringotts with the goblins, and then settle down in the wizarding world.
Alternatively, after completing three years of instruction at the academy, one could choose to seek employment at Mr. Ryan's Tower of Fantasy, hoping to pass the Tower of Fantasy's assessment.
He'd heard that several magic wizards were already working in the Tower of Fantasy, apparently in the popular wizarding industry of communication games. He'd heard they were under the Weasley brothers' command.
Martin also played the game Academy Kill and was amazed by its operating philosophy. The advanced methods of exploiting and plundering players were far superior to anything he knew about factory owners.
He believes that the Weasley brothers must be very capable to come up with such a method. The only downside is that this marketing approach and operational philosophy makes it easy for others to trace back to their origins.
Yes, Martin's ideas are different from those of many wizard Muggle Squibs.
He was absolutely certain that wizards, who possessed the power to cast spells at will, were simply people roaming the streets with submachine guns. Whoever had the most advanced gun and the most bullets would have the greatest moral high ground in normal conversation.
"This is fantastic. I've always looked down on Ireland across the Channel. How come their people, after receiving Victoria's blessing, are still part of England? Won't they rebel? Or do they lack even the courage to rebel under the guise of the Great Famine?"
Martin wasn't highly educated. After hearing about the love-hate relationship between Ireland, the Great Famine, and Victoria, he thought: those who dare not rebel are not human; they are living cattle, and whether they are whipped and fed, or live or die, depends entirely on the mood of the shepherds.
Of course, to put it more nicely, they are called good citizens, obedient citizens, and the cornerstone of a stable society.
He didn't want to be a law-abiding citizen; he wanted to have weapons to fight back against the shepherds. Therefore, he liked the current atmosphere in the wizarding world and disliked the actions of the previous minister in the British wizarding world.
He had a quick breakfast and met up with his coworkers on the main road who were also heading to the factory.
Martin's coworker suddenly leaned close to him mysteriously: "Oh, Martin. Did you know? Something big happened in front of the Eiffel Tower!"
"What's the big deal?"
"It happened a long time ago, about six months ago. Everyone who needs to know knows. It's just that the city hall isn't covering it up anymore, so the news got here: six months ago, the legendary werewolf and witch appeared in the Eiffel Tower Square!"
Werewolves and witches!
Martin paused, his nerves tensing, but he deliberately forced a smile: "How could there possibly be something like those legends in the world?"
"Believe it or not, people with internet access and computers at home have heard it's gone viral on forums, and some have even taken photos!"
Martin felt a sudden, inexplicable tightness in his chest, countless scenarios flashing through his mind: this coworker might actually be a member of a special French agency; this coworker might be testing him; wizards and ordinary people called Muggles are fundamentally incompatible, and once discovered, a conflict is inevitable—
"What's wrong? Are you sick?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Martin unconsciously shook his head a couple more times.
At this moment, a group of people also arrived at the restaurant.
Martin noticed that the one talking loudly among that group was also a magic gold wizard studying at the wizarding academy!
Like him, this wizard lived a very unhappy life, and thus had a strong yearning for magic.
But apart from that wizard, he didn't recognize any of the other people in the group; they were clearly just ordinary people!
The two groups of people walking towards each other drew closer and closer.
Martin and his coworkers also heard what the approaching crowd was saying.
"I tell you! I am now a noble wizard!"
"You, a wizard?"
"Oh my! You don't believe me? It's just that I didn't bring my wand, otherwise I would have given you a good sparring match."
The air was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Martin was the only one with cold hands and feet. He clearly remembered that during his time at school, the professors had repeatedly emphasized the importance of obeying the secrecy laws, not revealing their wizarding identities, and not casting spells in front of ordinary people! If discovered, their wands would be destroyed and they would be banished from the magical world forever.
However, there are too many duds like him who are unhappy with their lives —
Human instinct drives people to do things that bring them self-affirmation and glory.
Humans can never predict human behavior under extreme circumstances.
"Martin, did you stay up late last night? Your face looks pale and you look weak."
The coworker helped Martin up, because Martin was very cold and looked terrible: "Let me take you to the hospital."