Hogwarts executioner

Derek, whose memory had been reduced to a baby state, lay on the ground foolishly and giggled.

"Tsk, tsk, that's cruel! You have a heroic temperament." Aohai popped up day after day, looking at Derek, feeling that William was ruthless, and erasing all memories was more ruthless than killing someone.

"Eliminate the traces." William sat on the broom, holding the wand and chanting. A bright silver light covered the factory, and there were traces of magic in the chaos.

Ten minutes later, a flying carpet flew in with three wizards. They looked embarrassed after using "Trace Appearance".

"At least for veterans over the age of 40, the magic power is huge." Looking at the swirling trail phantom, a wizard whispered.

"What did this idiot do to attract such a powerful expert?"

Back in the room, William exited the Intelligent Brain's operating state and retched all over. Even if the Intelligent Brain tried its best to control William's body, it could not stop the nausea and disgust deep in his heart.

The resentment of the werewolf killed by William turned into an illusion and appeared in his eyes, raising his head and staring at William resentfully.

"William, use the "Wanted Reduction Concept"." Ao Hai pointed out.

William ignored it and looked at the illusion in front of him. His hands were trembling, but his expression was indifferent and he said: "You resent me. Who should you resent those who were killed by you? Who should blame the people who deserve to be killed?"

As William's mind became firmer, the fear and anxiety caused by the first murder receded like a tide, and the inner demons and illusions slowly disappeared.

Three days later, on a coast in London, a converted cargo ship docked at the seaside. Three speedboats went to the cargo ship and picked up the people on it. Halfway through, black flames suddenly flashed quickly on the three speedboats. The flames were like a huge flower, swelling and blooming in an instant, quickly burning the speedboats to ashes.

Several people on the speedboat had no time to react before they were swallowed up by the flames.

The gangsters on the shore and on the cruise ship were stunned, and even forgot to step forward to put out the fire, although it was useless.

Five wizards apparated and appeared not far away. They all wore heavy armor and looked more like warriors. Looking at the disappearing fire, a wizard said angrily: "Damn it, if it weren't for Greyback's wrong intelligence, we wouldn't have missed the murderer."

"Stop talking nonsense, ask a few questions, and then clean up the scene." A leader said coldly, and soon another black flame flashed on the sea and the beach, burning the remaining unlucky eggs to ashes.

All high-ranking members of the Wild Wolf Gang were arrested, triggering a new round of competition for gang interests. Nighttime shooting incidents occurred frequently in London.

It wasn't until major newspapers in the UK put the number of gang shootouts and death statistics on a week's night on their headlines that the police went crazy and went out everywhere. Some gangs temporarily lurked and had to retract their claws.

After Alan saw the newspaper, he immediately drove to the city to take William home.

"Did you hear the gunshots?" Allen asked while driving.

"Hmm." William was still thinking about how to improve the gun. When his father asked, he thought that not only did he hear it, but he also saw with his own eyes the unlucky guys who were shot. He also tried to use magic to change the bullet marks of several bullets, and changed a few bullets. Evil people with overwhelming resentment are sent to hell.

William's move was not entangled in resentment, but merit added to him.

"Go back and practice your gun." Allen said suddenly.

"Huh? You agree with me to practice guns?" William was very pleasantly surprised.

There are several shotguns at home, and both Daniel and Allen have pistols. They are both master shooters with gun licenses.

"I convinced your mother that you will learn to shoot in the future. You are far more stable than other children, and you are also a magical wizard. Although it is a bit early now, it is better than running out to watch a gunfight in the middle of the night." Allen shrugged. .

"Well, it seems that Auntie discovered it after all." William admitted, but he felt a little strange that he was caught when he went out. Serena is not that smart.

"No, son, I just guessed. I think based on your personality, if a gang shootout occurs so close, you will definitely not miss this good show." Allen smiled.

"Hey. Dad, can you still think?" William pretended to be surprised.

It's probably Catherine's guess, Alan's IQ, um, does Teddy have an IQ?

"Dad just let your grandfather and your mother go. If he didn't know how to think, how could he have tricked your mother into going home." Allen said proudly. Kidnapping Cavendish's eldest daughter was probably the biggest success in his life. .

"Dad used to be very carefree. I saw that many aunts in the town have no love for you." William laughed. Contrary to Catherine, Alan's talent is all added to EQ.

"Son, if you can win the winter hunting championship every time, there will be many girls chasing you." Alan encouraged, "Your father, I take the first place every year. As my son, you have to do it now." We're getting ready."

"Father, you asked me to practice guns to give yourself the capital to boast, not to let me master self-defense skills." William said maliciously with a smile on his young face.

"Both are. Sons are for comparison. Otherwise, why would you have a son? How can a daughter be so caring." Allen always wanted to have another daughter, but Catherine, who had experienced the pain of her first birth, always disagreed.

"Then dad, come on."

"You bastard!"

In the afternoon after returning, William placed a bouquet of flowers on Fisher's tombstone and said, "Uncle, damn, he's dead. Rest in peace."

When he met little Mrs. Fisher when leaving, William bowed and said, "Auntie, please have your condolences, life is the most important thing."

Little Mrs. Fisher was holding a newspaper with her children, and her mental state was much better than before. It was a report on the mysterious civil strife of the Wild Wolf Gang, and the picture of crazy Derek was on the front page.

Little Mrs. Fisher said to William: "Thank you little William, I understand."

"Brother William." The little boy said politely.

"Nils, here it is for you." William took out a sailor sculpture from his pocket and gave it to the little boy.

"Thank you, brother, is this dad?" the little boy looked at William and asked.

"Yeah," William replied, sighing inwardly.

One month later, the gunfire at night in downtown London did not stop. On the contrary, in order to compete for the so-called territory, various gang disputes continued.

In order to increase the profits of his alchemy works and magic potions, he expanded the scope of material procurement and reduced procurement costs. William decided not to trade in Diagon Alley, but instead ventured into Knockturn Alley, the black market of the wizarding world, home to dark wizards.

The complete success of slaughtering the wolf gave him a great understanding of his own strength.

It turned out that he was already so powerful!