Morning, Hogsmeade, Hog's Head Bar
Squib Ian Norton was a waiter at the Hog's Head. Generally, many wizards were unwilling to do the job of serving people, so it mostly fell to Squibs. Those who were obsessed with magic often had no objection to it, seeking any opportunity to be close to magic.
At this moment, Ian skillfully picked up two glasses of butterbeer and walked toward a wooden table, quickly and steadily.
Boom!
"You two, the butterbeer is here," Ian announced with the slight clink of beer glasses against the wooden table.
"Ian, give me a glass of firewhiskey," a wizard not far away shouted.
"Okay, wait a minute," Ian replied, returning to the bar and addressing the boss, Aberforth Dumbledore. "Boss, a glass of firewhiskey."
Ian was very grateful to his boss. Born into a good wizarding family, his parents were both wizards, but he was just a Squib. When he found out, he was depressed and despaired, spending his days drinking away his sorrows at the bar. Aberforth took him in and gave him a job when he was on the brink of starvation after his parents died.
Though Ian cherished the job his boss gave him and had been working there for several years, he wanted to leave. He suspected his parents' deaths were not accidents but murders and had found some traces, although not many. The desire for revenge had been aroused, and he couldn't hold it back any longer.
Although his enemy was probably a wizard, Ian, being somewhat familiar with the Muggle world, knew that some Muggle items could increase his chances of killing wizards. He had made a careful plan, waiting to figure out who the enemy was. Even if it meant risking his life, he would kill the person and avenge his family.
Living alone in the world without friends or relatives, even if he died, no one would remember him. No, maybe the boss would have some residual impression of him, he thought, laughing at himself.
"Ian, the firewhiskey is ready," Aberforth Dumbledore, the bar's owner, handed over the glass with blue liquid and bright flames burning on it.
Ian came back to his senses, took the glass, and walked towards the guest's table. "Ms. Hillen, the firewhiskey is here," he said to the familiar witch in front of him.
Amber Hillen picked up the firewhiskey and teased the handsome young man, "Ian, I love this firewhiskey the most." She took a sip and continued, "You should try it—taste the explosion of firewhiskey in your mouth. I guarantee you'll like it very much."
Ian changed the subject, "Okay, Ms. Hillen, do you want to pair it with other food? We have steak here."
"No need," Hillen shook her head and interrupted. "Just give me another glass of firewhiskey. I like the taste."
"Okay, Ms. Hillen," Ian said politely. After a while, he brought another glass of firewhiskey and placed it in front of Hillen, then turned to leave.
Suddenly, "Ian, do you want to be a wizard?"
In an instant, Ian turned back, his attention caught by Hillen's words. She smiled and continued, "Ian, did you not read today's Daily Prophet?"
"I've read the newspapers these days," Ian replied helplessly. "One time it says Professor Lockhart can make Squibs into wizards, and another time it says it's a scam. I don't know what to believe."
"No, no, no," Hillen shook her head. "Today's Daily Prophet is different. You didn't read it." She took out a copy of the Daily Prophet and opened it to show Ian the most eye-catching headline.
"Shocking News - Squib Successfully Performs Magic."
Hillen continued, "Professor Lockhart announced that there has been a successful case, and it will be shown to everyone at Hogwarts tomorrow morning. All wizards and Squibs are welcome to come."
"If it's true, Ian, you might actually become a wizard in the future." Hillen looked at Ian's handsome face with a different light in her eyes.
Ian didn't hear what Hillen said. His eyes were glued to the newspaper. If he could really become a wizard, his revenge plan would go more smoothly, and he would be able to satisfy his lifelong regrets. His eyes burned with desire, revenge, and something else.
Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office
"Thank you, Headmaster, for allowing me to use the grounds of Hogwarts to announce this shocking news to the entire wizarding world," Lockhart said gratefully to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore smiled, touching his snow-white beard. "Lockhart, not long ago, you mentioned something that I liked very much. You said, 'I'm proud of Hogwarts, and I hope that in the future, I will have the opportunity to make Hogwarts proud of me.' Now it seems that tomorrow, you will be able to do this. Making Squibs successfully perform magic and become wizards is a problem that has existed in the wizarding world for thousands of years. Your contribution will make you a mark in the history of magic, and Hogwarts will be proud to have produced a student like you."
Dumbledore paused and said meaningfully, "I hope this matter can continue and that Hogwarts in the future can still be proud of you."
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