Hogwarts: My Plants Have Billions Of Evil Points

At night, Leonard quietly left the Leaky Cauldron again and went to the location designated by Midgard.

After arriving at the location, Leonard did not rashly appear at the intersection, but stood in the shadow of the kerosene street lamp and observed the movement leading to the entrance of the alley.

It wasn't that he was overly cautious, but that he wanted to prevent the possibility that Midgard would not kill Fenrir but be subdued by Fenrir instead.

In that case, this letter asking Leonard to meet at the designated place may be a trap.

Leonard would rather trouble himself than ruin his young life on a possibility.

At the alley leading to Fandao Lane stood a taciturn middle-aged man.

Is that one of Midgard's men?

Leonard squinted his eyes and waited for a while, during which three people passed by the alley without attracting the middle-aged man's attention.

Leonard still didn't move, he began to look around, observing all the possible ambush places, but his peripheral vision never left the middle-aged man, lest he didn't notice any sudden changes there.

After checking around, Leonard didn't find anyone suspicious.

Just when Leonard was about to use the Disarming Curse to knock down the man before approaching, Midgard walked out from the alley.

I'm here too? Then there should be no problem.

Leonard finally felt relieved and walked out of the shadows.

Seeing this, Midgard showed such an expression.

"I suspect that if I don't show up, you probably won't show up." Midgard smiled. "I'm impressed by your caution."

"That's what I call taking responsibility for my own life," Leonard said.

"Oh? Really? Then I'm curious, what are you going to do if I don't show up?" Midgard asked curiously.

"I'm going to knock him out and ask who he is." Leonard glanced at the unsmiling middle-aged man, and spread his hands.

The middle-aged man glanced at Leonard, and his eyes changed slightly.

"You are really interesting." The corner of Midgard's mouth raised. "Come on, go to my place and find out the way. If you have troubles and cannot send letters in the future, you can go directly to me and find me."

Midgard led the way, and after the middle-aged man stopped, a group of three walked through the dark street and came to a courtyard.

There were a lot of people lying in disorder in the yard, and everyone had wounds on their bodies. Coupled with the worn clothes, Leonard had the illusion that he had come to the Beggar Gang.

"Are these werewolves?" Leonard asked looking at them.

"Of course, except for werewolf wizards, no matter how good the relationship is, other people will not choose to live with werewolf wizards. This has nothing to do with discrimination, but is responsible for their own lives."

Midgard glanced at Leonard, "For example, you, would you choose to live with werewolves?"

"No." Leonard said without hesitation.

"That's it." Midgard shrugged, and led Leonard into the house deep in the yard.

The middle-aged man stopped at the door and acted as a guard.

Inside, Leonard and Midgard sat down at a table, on which was a pile of dusty gold coins, looking very inviting.

"What's the matter with these Galleons?" Leonard asked as he put the white essence in his pocket on the table.

"Oh, these things are the private property of that guy Fenrir. He buried all the Galleons that he squeezed out of his men." Midgard pouted. "Stupid."

"It's really stupid. Money can only be useful if it is used in a useful place, otherwise it's just a pile of beautiful metal." Leonard agrees with Midgard's evaluation.

This is not to say that it is a good habit not to save money and spend it all, but money is a thing other than the necessary buffer money, the other money is either used for money to make money, or used to improve yourself, simply to look good idiot.

For an organization, some benefits and some rewards can effectively improve the enthusiasm and sense of belonging of the subordinates, and squeezing the subordinates to make money is simply a waste of money.

No wonder Midgard said he was dead after Fenrir was seriously injured. With this performance, whoever dies if he doesn't die?

"By the way, Fenrir is really dead?" Leonard asked.

Midgard looked at Leonard helplessly, "He's dead, it's true, I cut off his head with my own hands, do you want to show it to you?"

"Okay." Leonard nodded without hesitation, and then added, "It's not that I don't trust you, I'm just worried that you will be cheated."

Midgard sneered, and took out a blood-stained bag from under the table and threw it on the table, "Then take it and have a look. We agreed in advance, so don't be so scared that you won't be able to sleep at night."

Leonard opened the cloth bag, and saw a face with droopy skin and eyes covered.

Even though he was prepared in his heart, he was still taken aback, "How did he become like this?"

"His cheekbones were smashed by me, and he didn't have time to heal, so that's how it turned out." Midgard spread his hands, "I told you to be careful, and you won't be able to sleep because of the fright."

"It's not that I can't sleep, I just think Fenrir's death is very strange." Leonard wrapped up Fenrir's head, "Why are you covering his head so well?"

"Take it to the Ministry of Magic to receive a reward. He has a wanted warrant on him," Midgard said.

"A wanted warrant? How much is he worth?" Leonard was a little allergic when he heard the wanted warrant. After all, this was his job in his previous life.