69novels Chapter 184 A miserable life?
Chapter 184 A miserable life?
Chapter 184 A miserable life?
Isn't that a bit exaggerated? — It's true that Ryan likes to be praised and likes to build a glorious image for himself.
However, being praised like this now seems like an overreaction. Perhaps Dumbledore will want to have a heart-to-heart talk with him after he returns to Hogwarts.
Because even if he does nothing from now on, all the Squibs around the world will respect and admire him from the bottom of their hearts.
Because he gave light to the Squibs, and that is an undeniable fact.
Having witnessed two upheavals caused by underachieving students with many followers, Dumbledore was worried that he might go astray—Lane began to ponder this.
Ryan gave up trying to figure it out; it was an unsolvable problem, and no one could stop the Squibs from heading toward the light.
However, you can still continue operating.
He felt that he needed to engage in united front work and could not, like Dumbledore, shoulder everything himself, because regardless of whether he had bad intentions, his words and actions would cause great damage.
It would be best to establish a pan-magical alliance conference, bringing together representatives from all races for a meeting.
After Martin, the other duds continued to try forward.
The result exceeded everyone's expectations; basically, all the Squibs released a small ball of light with the help of the specially made magic wand.
This is better than the boldest predictions made by Ryan and Nicolas Flamel, teacher and student.
They originally thought the best-case scenario would be that about half of the Squibs would be able to use magic because they believed they could succeed, with their assistance being crucial.
However, on the spot, it might be because Martin's performance was so good that he set an example for everyone and made everyone believe that as long as they got the magic crystal wand, they could unleash magic.
Thus, all the duds, caught between their yearning for the future and their torment of the past, found their powerful beliefs shaking the magical source within them, like a rock climber, and releasing their light.
Of course, even the middle-aged entrepreneur, filled with frustration, couldn't let go of his long-cherished dream of magic. He shamelessly stood at the end of the line, quietly took the magic wand handed to him by the person in front of him, and, amidst excitement and trembling, lit up his own light.
Ryan descended from the platform and walked towards the cheering duds. The magnificent grandeur of the French palace stood behind him, and the gold-threaded cashmere carpet beneath his feet. "Cheer! Celebrate our tomorrow!"
Mrs. Maxim had already arranged for the house-elves to prepare for the banquet.
A joyous feast ensued, and the duds drifted off into a drunken stupor, each one passing out.
In the grass garden, Ryan saw Martin, who reeked of alcohol.
"Professor Ryan." Although he reeked of alcohol, Martin's speech and mannerisms showed no signs of intoxication. Ryan noticed his eyes, which were clear.
"What's wrong, Mr. Martin?"
"Professor Ryan, we are so grateful to you, we are all so grateful to you. Over the years, only you have ever thought of a way to help the Squib—" he said, his voice choked with emotion, reminiscing.
"I know your time is precious, but I—I just can't help but want to talk about my past experiences." He sat swaying in the garden gazebo, his clear eyes filled with pleading and hope.
"It's my pleasure, Mr. Martin. Different experiences always bring different insights, and they might even be a source of new inspiration." Ryan sat opposite him in the gazebo, leaning against a pillar.
Martin tried his best to sit up straight and spoke slowly, hoping that what he said would be meaningful.
"I don't know anything about the wizarding world because I'm an orphan. I was abandoned when I was very young and grew up in the village under everyone's watchful eye. When I was 11, I discovered that I was a Squib. I didn't receive an admission notice, and I couldn't even earn a Galleon. So I left the wizarding world early on. Until today, I made a living in the Muggle world."
"Do you know that I work hard and my weekly salary isn't even enough to cover my three meals a day? Although there are laws issued by the Muggle government, I am not protected by these laws because I am an undocumented person. I have extremely long working hours every day, basically from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. —"
Ryan thought he was going to hear a story about a young man struggling in Muggle society, a story of hardship and destitution, but instead he heard the story of an undocumented immigrant working a regular 8-to-5 job.
Is that correct?
As an unregistered resident, it would be strange if you could afford to eat three meals a day from an 8 to a 5 job!
"I work eight hours a day, but I can only eat food from convenience stores. I can only eat cheap turkey, hot dogs and hamburgers from roadside stalls every day. I can only eat something decent once or twice a week."
Ryan: Are you here to show off?
"You wouldn't believe it, but this romantic land of France is actually importing people from Africa on a massive scale! These people get high pay and treatment for doing absolutely nothing! I've even heard that some well-known French universities are having mixed dormitories with Black people! If this continues, the French rooster will turn into a French black rooster!"
Ryan: — Brother, are you a prophet too?
Martin poured out his grievances, believing that France was doomed sooner or later. He said that life for people like him at the bottom of society was too bitter and tiring, with no hope. People of his generation who were trying to make a living in society could not see the future, so they dared not speak or do much.
"Professor Lane, you may think this is a fantasy, but I'm telling you, if the wizards just wait a few more decades, the Muggle population will naturally decline. Take France for example, it started declining in 1890—it's all just muddling through—"
Ryan: You might as well be more explicit!
The third day after the banquet.
The invited Squibs—no, they shouldn't be called Squibs anymore.
They distinguished themselves from wizards who were born with the ability to cast spells and use magic. They called these wizards who entered school at the age of eleven "born wizards," and those who were originally unable to cast spells but were able to do so through acquired means, "magic magic wizards," because the wands that enabled them to cast spells were made of magic metal.
These newly minted magic wizards have all donned brand-new wizard robes today.
"Why can't we leave today? I want to go to Diagon Alley!" someone said.
"I want to go too, shall we go together? I heard that you can exchange pounds for gallons directly in Gringotts, I'll pay for the brothers." The middle-aged man with a bald head patted his chest, but no one paid him any attention.
"The Gargoyle Roar newspaper reporter is coming to interview us today!" Some magic wizards don't know much about the wizarding world, but they know that being interviewed by the newspaper is a very prestigious and famous thing.
"This is the most professional and influential newspaper in the French magical world! You could think of it as the official newspaper of the French magical world, the kind that no other newspaper can compete with! It's like a combination of what we know as Le Monde, Le Soir, and Le Figaro." His companion, who came from a wizarding family, had certain connections and ties with the magical world. He explained the status of Gargoyle Howl's newspaper to the others.
The three newspapers he cited were the three giants that held a monopoly on French media and news in 1991.
Upon hearing this, everyone understood and hurriedly began to tidy up their belongings. They had heard that photos of wizards were different from those of Muggles, and that the photos of them published in the newspapers were animated.
If one's clothes are not neat and tidy, it makes one appear to lack manners.
"Everyone get ready, the Gargoyle's Roar newspaper reporters will be interviewing us one by one," Martin said as he walked in to his companions.