Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 543 - 158: A New Story! The Beginning!

The Little Wizard didn’t close the door.

He took Catherine to the dining room.

Inside the room.

Only Lupin was left sitting unceremoniously on the floor, looking at the illuminated hallway outside the door and the light radiating into the dim room from the hallway.

"What’s the hope... The Wolf Poison Potion is not hope."

The young werewolf raised his hand and gave it a gentle flick, magic power surged, and the door of the room closed remotely by him, engulfing him and the entire room once again in darkness.

...

The next day.

The rain had cleared.

The orphanage located in London welcomed a bright morning.

Sparrows chirped on the branches.

Sunlight streamed through the clouds, gently illuminating the old and slightly weathered building, draping it in a warm and soft golden glow. In the yard of the orphanage, the moist earth emitted a faint fresh aroma, intertwined with the fragrance of flowers and plants, making Ian, who was up early for morning reading, feel refreshed and invigorated.

The children poured out of their respective rooms, dressed in tidy but slightly worn clothes, their faces beaming with anticipation and curiosity for the new day. Some were chasing and playing in the yard, their laughter echoing continuously; others quietly sat on the benches, enjoying the rare peacefulness and beauty.

Of course.

There were also little ones running up to cling to Ian.

"Ian! You truly are our lucky star! On the second day after your return! Another kind-hearted person came to donate!" Catherine tried to mimic the flattering demeanor of adults on TV.

However.

The childish face ended up looking like a husky.

Rather amusing.

"A kind person? Where are they? Take me to see!" Ian suspected it was his good uncle, disguised and visiting the orphanage again, and was immediately eager for Catherine to lead the way ahead.

It wasn’t the weekend.

Which donor would come to the orphanage early in the morning?

"This way! This way! That donating gentleman even had his daughter share candy with us! Not as tasty as what you gave! But still very delicious!"

Catherine’s manner of leading "the Imperial Army" was as consistent as ever. She always liked to report to Ian since childhood and then take Ian to places where visitors gathered to hear Ian’s commentary.

"They’re in Miss Yelena’s office!" Catherine led Ian all the way to the entrance of the dean’s office, but just as the door opened, she hastily grabbed Ian and hid behind the wall.

"That’s the kind person! His daughter is so nice! She gave me two candies!" Catherine was still chattering, and Ian was already looking at the donor coming out.

A middle-aged man accompanied by a daughter just over ten years old.

"I believe this donation will be very meaningful, just from the smiles on the faces of these children here, I can feel it will definitely be used where it is supposed to be used."

The middle-aged man was still conversing with Dean Yelena.

He appeared to be around forty, slender, with elegant manners, clad in a well-tailored dark suit, paired with a neat white shirt and exquisite tie, showcasing the typical British gentleman style.

"Of course, we have a detailed breakdown of every expense, allowing donors and others to supervise our expenditures," Dean Yelena said with a beaming smile, indicating that the donation was significant, and she appeared quite earnest in front of the donating middle-aged man.

Although she usually wouldn’t criticize others’ donation amounts, for generous donors, she always had a concern about inadvertently offending them.

Rich people’s temperaments are peculiar.

One might easily provoke them with a slight mistake.

"Although I usually do some charity work with my partner, I have never donated such a large sum of 20,000 Pounds to any charitable organization."

"It’s no small amount for me either, don’t laugh at me, appearing here today, I also have some selfish motives, I hope God can forgive some of my wrongdoings for this."

"At least... not punish my daughter." The middle-aged man glanced at his silent daughter, who, with her full head of fluffy brown hair, seemed absent-minded.

"Recently... she’s been encountering some strange occurrences." The middle-aged man sighed heavily, his tone worried, but he hadn’t shared the details with Lady Yelena.

In fact, Lady Yelena had come across similar situations many times.

For people in the United Kingdom.

It’s common to pray for divine protection at the last minute, especially among the wealthy, so Lady Yelena knew well how to respond.

"I will always pray for this child, and I also believe that the merciful God will never let such a lovely child suffer terribly."

Lady Yelena temporarily returned to being a devout believer.

Her words greatly pleased the middle-aged man.

However, the young girl raised her head to look at Lady Yelena.

"If there really were a God in this world who answers prayers, then there wouldn’t be famines in Africa and many impoverished countries."

"Ma’am, no offense, but perhaps you should watch the science and education channel every Saturday..." Though preoccupied, the young girl weakly refuted.

Of course.

She was mainly addressing her father, who brought her here for donations without her mother’s knowledge. The girl didn’t mind donating to help others but was somewhat skeptical of the so-called divine interventions.