HP black wizard in the United States comics

"You need the help of the elders." Antonio motioned the house elf to step back.

Lanier expressed his opposition, "No need, I can restart the experiment immediately by myself, and I will definitely get back what I lost."

Antonio changed his sitting position. "You need a lot of resources to restart your genius ideas."

Lanier smiled, showing his bright white teeth. "In this city, or in this lawless land, I will not lack anything. The American Muggles, oh, the No-Maj government or the Magical Congress will all be here." As an autonomous region, or rather a penal colony. They have no control over this place, otherwise you wouldn't have set up your big auction here, right?"

The old man looked slightly cold, "There is no order here, Gotham's own order."

Lanier smiled slightly, "Guess what, Batman? I saw someone wandering in front of your door before I came in. I was being watched. But, having said that, I do have something to ask you to help me with."

"What's the matter?" Antonio's face turned livid.

"Mithril is not a shoddy product made by those second-rate alchemists. I want the purest variety. Don't be like this." Lanier used a silver table knife as an analogy and twisted it with his fingers.

Antonio's face turned from blue to black. This was the second time. Counting the cup before, this debtor still regarded his good things as inferior ones. God knows how hard it is to find his so-called second-rate alchemists, and their arrogance How big.

Lanier looked at the reflection on the remaining wine in the cracked wine glass and guessed that the man was about to draw the knife, so Damien expressed his willingness to do something for Antonio in exchange.

Then Antonio's face returned to its original rosy color.He snapped his fingers, and with a loud bang, an elf appeared. He stretched out his hand to take the metal box from its hand, shook his wand and struck it three times in different places, and the box twisted open.

Among them, lying in the red velvet is a ball of silver-white metal.

"This is all I have," said the old man.

Lanier leaned forward and checked with his fingers. "It's not enough. Add another piece of information about Mithril's owners. Of course, they must be nearby."

"make a deal"

Anthony stretched out his hand to shake hands with Lanier, then swept his wand around to block the sound, and then moved his lips to the other person's ear to kiss.

Lanier nodded to express his understanding, turned and left.

Apparating at the gate, he cleverly avoided the bat-shaped drone above the wall and went to an unknown place.

In Wayne Manor, the white-haired old butler stared at the gray screen, complaining about the young master who was fighting an unknown criminal again.

At this time, Lanier had moved to another place. He stood at the door of a building called the Gotham Hotel, smoothing his coat that was messed up by the Apparition with his hands, and then strode in. However, it was faintly visible that there was something hidden. The magic power on Yu's sleeve represents the purpose of his trip.

The guard in a black suit signaled Lanier to accept the security check, but when he moved his finger slightly, the guard stepped away in a daze.

He drove straight in until the surveillance revealed something unusual. Fourteen guards came up from all sides, holding lightweight and easy-to-carry Uzi submachine guns.

Before they could take action, Lanier waved his wand and "bone-eroding liquid" was released. Green acid liquid came from the void, and "winds rolled in the remaining clouds" and strong winds formed tornadoes to stir up the acid liquid.

The two complement each other perfectly, and the guards melt silently in the venom.