"Black Wizard, of course, can't be considered a human."
America, Black Magician Association.
In order to pursue a different name, the American Black Wizard changed the name of the Wizard group that he belonged to, Magicians.
But just like the difference between a tortoise and a turtle, there was no difference in essence between the two. It was just that it sounded a little different and sounded a little better.
But in fact, it didn't have much use.
The Black Magician Association was located in a town shrouded in fog. Muggle, who didn't know, would think that it was a geographical phenomenon, but in the Wizard's eyes, he could see at a glance that it was the gathering place of the Wizard.
Under the effect of Muggle's expulsion spell, most of the American Black Wizards usually appeared here. Compared to the ordinary wizards, these Black Wizards were fewer in number and closer to each other.
Late at night.
The town's bell tower.
The fog shrouded the night, and no one could see clearly.
The moonlight was also covered by the fog, and the town began to fall asleep.
The dark sorcerer "Prophet", who had already lost two of his beloved apprentices in England, appeared in this secret bell tower. As soon as his figure appeared, all the dark sorcerers who were whispering to each other shut their mouths.
No one was not afraid of the Black Wizard who was good at soul magic, especially the powerful "Prophet". The American Black Wizard knew that before the "Prophet" began to learn prophecy magic, he completed his own prophecies by controlling others.
Such a ruthless person was enough to make everyone afraid.
Even if he had just said that sentence.
— "Black Wizard, of course, can't be considered a human."
"Peace has been too long, I'm afraid you have forgotten how you survived in the first place."
The white-haired "Prophet" walked to the middle of the Black Wizard, and his voice was low and powerful.
"You survived like a dog, and now you really think of yourself as a human?"
This sentence was unpleasant to hear, but it was the truth.
Because the truth was the worst.
And until now, except for the "Prophet," who was like a leader, no one dared to say such a thing in front of so many American Black Wizard.
"There are two reasons why I called you here today."
The old man looked at the silent dark adepts around him and spoke slowly.
"Edmund and Beyer died in England, and the people we arranged in Hogwarts didn't come back alive either. So, we won't arrange for anyone else to go there. We'll pretend that this never happened."
It was as if this had never happened …
The surrounding Dark Wizards naturally kept their mouths shut. In this kind of situation, whoever spoke up would be unlucky. The "prophet" did not dare to provoke Dumbledore, but he had no problem dealing with them.
"The second thing, Daniel, inform Voldemort and his followers that we no longer welcome them here. Ask them to leave as soon as possible. Also, before Dumbledore passes away, we won't interfere in their affairs anymore."
The black Wizard named Daniel wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not say anything. He just turned around and left.
Now that everyone in the Association knew that Voldemort was still recovering and that his strength was greatly reduced, these Black Wizard wouldn't think much of him.
Even a tiger that had fallen from its mountain would be bullied by dogs, not to mention how utilitarian the Black Wizard was.
Without faith and benefits, it would be difficult to make them move.
And obviously, the Prophet saw the threat Dumbledore was now, but couldn't see the possibility of Voldemort's future.
And because of this, Voldemort and his follower Quirrell's original plan to leave was brought forward by a month, and they completely disappeared from America.
Hearing this news, the Prophet heaved a sigh of relief.
In the beginning, they had only agreed to Voldemort's request because they had brought a lot of money and treasures. And all their actions after that were also for the sake of money.
Edmund had taken action because he wanted to raise his position in the Association in one fell swoop. It was for personal gain. Not only had he failed to save Voldemort, but he had also lost another student. This made the old man sober up immediately.
He couldn't go head-to-head with Dumbledore.
He should have thought about this a long time ago. Voldemort was the only Legendary Wizard in the West. As long as he wanted to, almost the entire British Wizard World could operate according to his will.
But if that really happened, he wouldn't be here reading the letter from the British Ministry of Magic. Instead, he would be attending the trial of the International Court of Magic as a witness.
But since Dumbledore already knew the identity of Voldemort and his follower, and also knew that Voldemort could die at any time now, why didn't he directly take action?
He could not understand what Dumbledore was trying to do by putting on such a posture.
But this had nothing to do with him, and it had nothing to do with the Wizard of America.
If he wanted to live, he had to keep his mouth shut.
He was the best at keeping his mouth shut.
…
"Why aren't you talking?"
Jon looked at the awakened Beyer on the ground. This Black Wizard's eyes were full of fear, and it was obvious that he couldn't get anything out of him.
But Jon didn't intend to ask anything.
He just felt that since he was going to kill someone, it would be too disappointing if the prey was just lying on the ground like a helpless dog and couldn't resist.
But he had other things to do. In a few weeks, the final exams and summer vacation would begin. He really didn't have much time to waste here.
"Be good and don't struggle, I'll be quick."
Jon gently waved his magic wand in his hand and a rope appeared.
It strangled the Black Wizard's neck.
"I came in a hurry and didn't prepare a knife. Sorry for making a fool of myself."
Seeing the Dark Wizard's "smile", Chown loosened his grip on Lucien's hand.
The rope disappeared, and Jon's hands couldn't stop shaking.
This kind of thing really required courage.
He adjusted his clothes and walked out of the storage room.
"Dumbledore said that once this matter is over, it's best to forget about it. Hatred will affect your mentality and gradually make you become twisted."
Snape, who had been waiting outside, looked at the nonchalant Jon and said. Jon reminded him of himself, so he didn't want anything to happen to Jon's mentality.
After all, the exams were coming.
"That's natural. Why should we keep our hatred? There's nothing in this world that won't pass. "
Jon smiled softly, as innocent as a 12 year old boy.
However, this smile sent a chill down Snape's spine.
Would it be so easy to just end someone's life?
"I'm sorry to trouble you to deal with this after borrowing your place."
He bowed and left Snape's office, walking back to the dormitory.
Then, he collapsed on the bed, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
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