Harry Potter : Reincarnated as The Greatest Wizard

Chapter 121 - 121 - Torquil Travers

With a clearer direction, Alex returned to the Slytherin common room. He found Rozier and instructed him to spread the word among the younger pure-blood wizards: any magic books related to blood magic that Alex hadn't already read could be traded for a month's exemption from the protection fee.

The offer was well-received. Many of the young wizards, who had initially feared Alex's temper, were relieved. He had not retaliated after the previous attack, and the books they provided were always returned in good condition. Some even saw the deal as easy money—giving away books they rarely used in exchange for avoiding Alex's "fees."

Unbeknownst to them, Alex was quietly building a significant collection. Over the next few months, he amassed hundreds of Galleons, rare alchemy materials, and a growing library of books. His purse, once light, now brimmed with wealth and resources.

Alex's re

"Torquil Travers," Charles spat. "Named after some ancestor who used to run the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Makes me sick."

"Got it." Alex's voice was calm, but his eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

Higgs, watching Alex closely, felt a chill run down his spine. Something about the way Alex asked questions left him uneasy. Soon, the train pulled into the station. As they stepped onto the platform, Alex turned to his friends. "Same deal as last year—don't slack off on your training during the summer. When we get back, I'll check your progress. If anyone falls behind, don't expect me to go easy on you."

His friends nodded reluctantly. Even Higgs, who had spent the year enduring Alex's intense regimen, felt compelled to agree. As Alex made his way through the bustling platform, he thought about the promise he had made to Mrs. Longbottom. Neville's grandmother had done so much, managing the family in the wake of tragedy. Alex felt it was his responsibility to support her however he could.

Still, his mind lingered on the name Torquil Travers. The memory of that grim-faced man haunted him. Alex couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to uncover. "I'll deal with him," Alex muttered to himself. For now, though, he had promises to keep and plans to set in motion.

Once again, he found himself taking the Knight Bus, this time heading to the quaint village of Ottery St. Catchpole. "I really need to find time to learn Apparition," Alex muttered as the bus jolted violently, making his stomach churn. "This bus is going to make me sick."

Still, the thought of learning Apparition wasn't entirely comforting. The risks of practicing it alone were far too high; he'd need someone to guide him through the process. For now, the Knight Bus would have to do.