HP Approaches the Magical World

"Dark wizards are certainly not human beings."

America, Guild of Black Mage.

In order to pursue a difference, the black wizards in America changed their name to their group of wizards, called magicians.

But just like bastards and turtles, there is no difference in essence between the two, but they sound a little different, which is better in comparison.

But it's really not that useful.

The place where the Black Mage Association is located is a town shrouded in mist every day. Muggles who don't know it will think this is a geographical phenomenon, but in the eyes of wizards, it can be seen at a glance that it is a gathering place for wizards.

Under the effect of the Muggle Repelling Curse, the vast majority of dark wizards in America usually haunt this place—compared with ordinary wizards, these dark wizards are fewer in number and more closely connected with each other.

late at night.

The clock tower of the town.

The fog at night shrouded it, making it difficult to see the figure.

The moonlight was also covered by the mist, and the town began to sleep,

The dark wizard "Prophet" who had lost two beloved disciples in England appeared in this hidden clock tower. As soon as his figure appeared, all the whispering dark wizards shut their mouths.

No one is not afraid of this kind of black wizard who is good at soul magic, especially when he is so powerful that he is a "prophet" - all black wizards in America know that when the "prophet" has not yet started to learn prophecy magic, he uses control others to fulfill their prophecies.

Such a ruthless character is enough to scare everyone.

Even if he just said that sentence.

——"Dark wizards, of course they can't be regarded as human beings."

"It's been peaceful for too long, I'm afraid you all have forgotten how you survived in the first place."

The white-haired "Prophet" walked among the dark wizards with a deep and powerful voice.

"I survived like a dog back then, but now I really see myself as a human being?"

This is hard to say, but it is the truth.

Because the truth is the worst.

And up to now, no one dared to say such words in front of so many American black wizards except for the leader-like figure of "The Prophet".

"I called you here today mainly because of two things."

The old man looked around at the silent black wizards around him, and said slowly.

"Edmund and Bayer died in England, and the people we arranged for Hogwarts did not come back alive. Therefore, we will not arrange people there in the future. This matter will be treated as if it didn't happen. Pass;"

As if this never happened at all...

The dark wizards around naturally kept their mouths shut. Whoever talks about this kind of thing will be unlucky. The "prophet" dare not touch Dumbledore's brow, but there is still no problem to deal with them.

"Second thing, Daniel, inform Voldemort and his entourage that we will no longer welcome him here, let them leave as soon as possible, and, until Dumbledore passes away, we will no longer take care of their affairs."

The black wizard named Daniel hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't make a sound, just turned his head and left.

Now everyone in this association knows that Voldemort is still recovering, and with his strength greatly reduced, these dark wizards will not value Voldemort very much.

Huluopingyang still has to be bullied by dogs, not to mention how utilitarian the black wizard is.

Without beliefs and interests, it is difficult for them to move.

Obviously, the "prophet" saw the threat of Dumbledore now, but could not see the possibility of Voldemort in the future.

And because of this,

The planned departure of Voldemort and his entourage, Quirrell, was forced to advance one month, and the traces disappeared from the United States completely.

When hearing this news, "Prophet" let out a long breath.

At first they would agree to Voldemort's request, but because they brought a lot of money and treasures, and all subsequent actions were also for the sake of money.

Edmund was dispatched in order to improve his status in the association in one fell swoop. It was out of self-interest. He failed to save him, but put another student in, which made the old man wake up immediately.

You can't go head-to-head with Dumbledore.

He should have understood this truth a long time ago. He is the only legendary wizard in the entire West. As long as he is willing, almost the entire British wizarding world can operate according to his will.

However, if such a thing really happened, he would not be here to read the letter from the British Ministry of Magic, but had already attended the International Magic Court as a judge.

However, since Dumbledore already knew the identities of Voldemort and his entourage, and also knew that Voldemort might die at any time now, why didn't he do it directly?

He couldn't figure it out, what was Dumbledore trying to do with this posture?

But these have nothing to do with him, and none of the wizards in America.

If you want to live, you have to shut up.

He's the best at shutting up.

...

"Why don't you talk?"

Jon looked at Bayer who was awake on the ground. The dark wizard's eyes were full of horror, and he obviously couldn't ask anything.

But Jon didn't intend to ask anything.

He just felt that since he was going to kill people, it was too disappointing that the prey to be killed was just a thing that would collapse on the ground and scream like a dog, unable to resist.

But, he has other things to do, with final exams and summer vacation coming up in a few weeks, he really doesn't have much time to waste here.

"Be good, don't struggle, I'll be there soon."

The wand in Jon's hand waved lightly, and a rope came out.

strangled the black wizard's neck.

"I came in a hurry, I didn't prepare a knife, I made you laugh."

Jon watched the "smile" gradually open on the dark wizard's face, and the strength in his hands relaxed for a moment.

The rope disappeared, and Jon's hands were shaking.

This kind of thing really takes courage.

He adjusted his clothes and walked out of the storage room.

"Dumbledore said, this matter is over, it's best to forget that hatred will affect your mentality and gradually distort you."

Snape, who had been waiting outside for a long time, looked at the calm Jon and said that Jon reminded him of himself back then, so he didn't want anything wrong with Jon's mentality.

After all, the exam is coming soon.

"That's natural, why keep hatred? Nothing in this world will never pass."

Jon smiled softly, as innocent as a 12-year-old boy.

However, this smile made Snape feel a little chill.

Will it be so easy when someone's life has just ended?

"I borrowed your place, and I have to trouble you to deal with it. I'm really sorry."

He bowed, then left Snape's office and walked all the way back to the dormitory.

Then, he collapsed on the bed, his hands trembling uncontrollably.