Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 24 Growth
Compared to Allen, who was waiting for it, in the suburbs of London, in a small manor belonging to the Wistan family.

In the study room on the second floor, the voice of the current Viscount Wistan came out.

"Don't worry, Mr. Albert, I promise on the credit of the Weinstein family that I will repay all your loans before next week."

After speaking, he hung up the phone angrily and loosened the neckline.

He picked up the ice water on the table and took a sip, then saw the reminder note on the desk, his expression became more gloomy.

I want to grab the collection note and tear it up.

"Sir." The housekeeper next to him suddenly said.

"I lost my composure." Viscount Wistan took a deep breath, his loose eye bags were full of exhaustion.

As an aristocrat in England, in modern times he is not as glamorous as he appears on the surface.

When he inherited the inheritance from his father, in order not to sell the manor, he first owed a large amount of inheritance tax.

He still has to maintain the dignity of the nobility, and the cost is far more than that of ordinary rich people, and the investment failure some time ago was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

So he had to take the risk. Fortunately, everything went well, and Viscount Wistan gratefully glanced at the butler beside him.

The reason why the other party is willing to serve this down-and-out nobleman is because the other party's ancestors have received the favor of the Westan family.

This is the glory inherited by the family, and it is also a responsibility. Even if it is a deal with the devil, he must not let the glory of the family be buried in his hands.

Viscount Westan sat down at the desk again, flipping through the open notebook on the desk.

The notebook is wrapped in black sheepskin, and there are marks of flames and ax cuts on it, but what is surprising is that this notebook is still left behind in the long inheritance.

"Heart, kidney, liver, a lot of panic, the demon god of wealth and wisdom, Aini..." Viscount Wistan greedily stared at every Latin word on the notebook.

If this ceremony is successful, he will obtain inexhaustible wealth, and it will be a breeze to repay all the debts, and even the glory of the Weinstein family will bloom again.

On the continent of Europe, there are many legends among the nobles who summoned the 72 demon gods of Solomon to obtain endless wealth, power, and even immortality.

Fortunately, my family actually kept such a notebook.

Viscount Wistan flipped through the notes to confirm that the ceremony was still accurate until now, and at the same time looked at the last few pages with some regret. From the previous marks of knives and axes, it can be seen that this note is not easy to circulate.

Although it has been preserved until now, it is obvious that this is not the entire content of the notes, and some of them are still missing.

"Sir, I think you should be careful about the power of this notebook." The burly butler beside him reminded him. He had dark skin and was in his prime.

"Colt, do you think I have anything to back off?"

Viscount Westan looked at the loyal butler beside him with a wry smile, the greed in his eyes subsided, and he pinched his brows.

He could clearly feel the bewitchment of this notebook, every word on it seemed to be urging him to proceed to the next step of the ceremony, but he really had no chance to turn around.

"Maybe I shouldn't have found this notebook," said Colt reproachfully.

"It's not your fault. Power itself is not right or wrong." Viscount Wistan waved his hand, "Let's prepare for the next step of the ceremony."

"Yes." Colt lowered his head in response, turned and left the study, obviously preparing to hunt the next sacrifice.

Viscount Westan also picked up the notebook in front of him and left the study.

On the air vent of this old manor, a pair of dark eyes looked regretfully at the figure of Viscount Westan leaving, to be precise, it was the notebook in his hand.

Sniff turned his eyes, and followed Viscount Westan quietly from the ventilation duct along the corner of the darkness.

I want to try if I can steal this summoning demon note, although it is only interested in shiny treasures.

But my stingy master said in advance that if you can get important magic books, you can exchange them for shiny gems!
It's a pity that Viscount Westan, who entered the bedroom, was holding a notebook all the time, so Xixiu had no chance to make a move.

"Why don't you just arrest him?"

Allen sat in the car and asked his acquaintance, the policeman William, next to him.

William rolled his eyes, "In the absence of strong evidence, the other party, as a celebrity in society, has too many ways to get away, and a rash search will only scare the snake away."

"And I'm not sure about the authenticity of the clues you provided. I have to confirm it myself. If according to what you said, this Viscount Westan is holding some kind of evil ceremony, and now that he is approaching the final stage of the evil ceremony, he will definitely not be able to resist doing it again."

Mr. Stuart on the other side sneered, "I didn't expect you to be smart."

Under Mr. Stuart's explanation, Allen quickly understood why Uncle William, the policeman, was just a little policeman until now.

Graduated from a prestigious university, he dared to work hard. It was because he investigated too many criminal records of the powerful that he became a famous assassin. He has never been promoted, and his relationship with his colleagues is not harmonious.

And because of William's recklessness when he was young, he believed too much in so-called justice.

As a result, the criminal records of the dignitaries he investigated were full of loopholes, and the dignitaries with their huge connections and lawyers were easily freed from guilt.

So now William has become more cautious about making moves against the powerful, and will be killed with one blow even if the evidence is solid.

Allen looked at this Uncle William with a complicated expression. He had to say that such a person is respected, and it is a miracle that he is still alive.

At this time, the lights of the car in the distant manor suddenly turned on, and an ordinary car drove out of the manor, but this car was not the luxury car commonly used by Viscount Weston, but it immediately aroused the interest of the old policeman William.

William's bearded face was full of excitement, "It seems that I'm lucky this time."

Then he turned his head and said to Allen and his son, "Thank you two enthusiastic citizens for your help, and then leave it to the brave London police."

After driving Allen and his son out of the car, he followed them carefully.

"Still so reckless," muttered Mr. Stuart, but in a somewhat complicated tone.

Obviously, in order to be able to arrest and convict Viscount Wistan in one blow, William had to prepare to risk himself.

"I think we should follow up." Allen said suddenly, and blew a whistle. The golden eagle hovering in the sky took a letter and flew towards Hogwarts.

"Huh?" Mr. Stuart instinctively wanted to refute, thinking that Allen was too eager to accomplish what he called the 'great cause', and it was dangerous to gain power.

After all, the fact that the opponent is a well-trained veteran made Mr. Stuart hesitate.

Allen took a deep breath and said.

"Father, maybe I just wanted to gain strength through this incident before, but I suddenly understood one thing from Uncle William. The greater the power, the greater the responsibility. If I have no way, I will definitely not catch up. But if I have the ability, but see a hero come to an end, I will really have a bad conscience."

In the previous life, I was only qualified to be a keyboard warrior.

But now that he has the ability, he still wants to be the person he laughs at on the keyboard. This time, his rebirth is nothing more than that. No matter how powerful he is, he doesn't have the will to master it.

After making up his mind, Allen suddenly felt that his magic power was easier to control. He glanced at the attribute panel, and his mental power quietly increased by 1 point.

It turns out that this is the power of the mind.

(End of this chapter)