Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

"Before getting Muggles used to 'people', why not let them get used to 'things' first?"

As he spoke, the hazy idea in Ivan's heart became clearer and clearer.

He couldn't help but shuddered: "Let me ask you, if you were a Muggle who never knew the existence of magic, and suddenly one day got a powerful item, what would you think?"

"Hmm..." Benson frowned and thought, "Maybe he thinks he is the chosen one or something?"

"That's right! Especially those young people, after they suddenly gain powerful power, they will never be willing to lie dormant. Whether they are burning, killing, looting, or becoming superheroes, this power will be exposed to the world!"

"That's true..." Benson said, "But the Ministry of Magic will not let this happen. They will confiscate the magic item and erase the memories of everyone involved."

"Yes, they will do that." Ivan actually laughed, "Then it will be time for us to appear."

"...This world has long been controlled by evil alien forces headed by lizard people. Once they discover that someone has obtained the seeds of power, they will send their minions to take away the power. They look like ordinary people. They The wooden stick in your hand can emit light that clears memories..."

"What do you think of the story?"

Suddenly there was a burst of applause outside the door: "Quite an interesting story."

An old man with white beard and hair slowly walked in from the door. He was dressed in black robes, leaving behind a series of unconscious trolls.

"Good evening, everyone." The old man took off his hood and bowed lightly.

"I am the Raven Eye of the Contemporary Truth Society, Ace Brooke." Seeing Ivan and Benson taking out their wands in fright, and preparing to take action, the old man added calmly, "The one you are talking about Your Excellency, you are also the contemporary Crown of Truth and the prophesied savior.”

"Although your plan is good, if you can't produce magic props that meet the requirements, it's just empty talk-" Ace smiled slightly, "As colleagues, we at the Truth Society will be happy to help you, but you have to..."

……

Woods Smith is a regular constable at Scotland Yard.

Some time ago, Scotland Yard seized a smuggling den and seized a large number of precious antiques ready to be shipped to the Americas.

Somehow, among the many priceless enamel porcelains, gems, and oil paintings, Woods's eyes were suddenly attracted by a necklace.

This is an ordinary gold necklace, which looks eclipsed among a lot of gleaming jewelry, but in Woods' eyes, it seems to be the most precious thing in the world.

The police sergeant who was accompanying him smiled knowingly, took the necklace and stuffed it into Woods' pocket: "Take it if you like it, but this crap is not very valuable."

Woods is not surprised. Smugglers are all extremely vicious guys. In order to mobilize the enthusiasm of the police, encouragement measures are of course necessary.

It's impossible to expect money from above, and you can only make a little extra money at work.

After completing the task, Woods went home with the necklace.

After that, Woods would have the same dream every night, in which an old man covered in lightning told stories about gods and alien lizard men.

After waking up in the morning, the scene in the dream was still vivid.

Was that really just a dream?Or……

Woods couldn't help but tighten the necklace in his hand.

Suddenly, he was slapped on the shoulder by someone. When he looked back, it turned out to be the police sergeant who took good care of him.

"Hey, Woods, do you want to go play tonight? There have been a lot of pretty girls at Bald John's recently..."

Woods was silent. Just when the Sheriff felt strange, he slowly asked: "Chief, if I say that this world is ruled by lizard people, and we humans are just livestock raised by them... What do you think? ?”

"Oh, you said this!"

The Sheriff clapped his hands sharply.

Woods looked at him expectantly.

"Have you also read that book? "Blue Blood, Real Blood", it seems to be called that... To be honest, when I first read this book, I was scared for several days. Can sleep well..."

The sergeant discussed the book with him at length.

It was said to be a discussion, but in fact it was basically the police chief alone.

From his mouth, Woods learned that the author of this book is said to be a participant in the US secret project "Montauk Project", which involves the research of human special abilities, space science research and development, etc., in addition to very important One of them is to find ways to contact aliens.

In his writing, the lizard people are a race between the three and four dimensions. After coming to the earth 10 years ago, they mixed their genes with the genetic models of primitive humans.A group of mixed-race ethnic groups were born.

These hybrid lizardmen possess the knowledge and technology of lizardmen, and can easily become the "elite" in the Western world who can influence the development of mankind.

Woods suddenly felt that he was being stupid for taking a dream and an absurd novel seriously.

He forced all these things out of his mind and followed the police chief to Bald John's bar after get off work.

Sure enough, as the police chief said, there are a lot of new and very decent girls there.

Woods had a great time and drank a lot.

Unconsciously, it was already very late, and the police chief was rubbing shoulders with a hot girl on the dance floor, and it seemed that he had no intention of leaving.

Woods shook his head, stumbled out of the bar alone, and prepared to call a car to go home.

Outside the bar, Woods was half awake after being blown by the cold wind of early winter, feeling the urge to urinate rushing into his bladder.

There were no public toilets nearby, so Woods simply turned into an alley and prepared to find a place to drain the water.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly narrowed.

What a monster stood before him!

At least ten feet tall.The skin was dull and as gray as granite.It has a huge body with a small, bald head like a coconut.

Its legs are very thick, with large flat, thick, calloused feet underneath.

The arms are also very long, and the body emits a disgusting stench.

The monster was grabbing something in his hand and chewing it, when a leather shoe fell from it.

Woods felt a chill piercing Tianling Gai from his spine.

That's a person's thigh!

The man covered his mouth tightly to prevent himself from spitting out.

His eyes were filled with tears, and the words of the old man in the dream came to mind again: "...This world has long become a paradise for lizard men and many other monsters. Humans are just domesticated livestock. They move in the dark, and innocent people are killed every day. people died..."

Woods lay on the ground, not daring to move. It was not until the huge body staggered into the darkness that Woods came to the place where the monster was just now.

A black leather shoe and dots of blood were the only traces of the poor man left in this world.

He may be a white-collar worker working overtime, running around for his wife and children, or he may be an insurance salesman participating in various social events.

No one will remember them, their loved ones' memories will be altered, and everything they have worked for will become meaningless.

"Are these animals and...slaves?"

Woods closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a look of determination appeared in his eyes.

He wants to... change the world!

Even if the enemy is extremely powerful, even if you lose your life, you won't hesitate!

……

Shortly after Woods disappeared, a short, fat and tall figure suddenly appeared on the spot.

"So this kind of strong-willed guy is trouble!"

"But it's worth it, isn't it? He will be our most steadfast teammate."

"It's worth noting that I specially transported a giant monster to perform this show."

The short and fat man lowered his head to pick up the leather shoe. The next moment, the leather shoe turned into a leaf in his hand.

The leaves fell with the wind, and the two figures disappeared into the air just as they came.

The alley became clean again, as if nothing had happened.

……

The next day, it wasn't until ten o'clock in the morning that the police chief showed up at the door of the police station.

The woman last night was so crazy that he, who had experienced many battles, could hardly handle it.

My waist is still a little sore to this day.

Just as he was about to pour a cup of tea and light a cigarette to get through the day as usual, he saw Woods, the young man he liked, walking towards him.

If you look closely, you can see that his eyes are darkened and he looks depressed.

But the light in his eyes was extremely sharp.

"You bastard! You must have had a great time last night, right?" the police chief laughed and scolded, "Young people should be more restrained. Only when you are old can you be like me..."

"Chief, I witnessed a murder last night."

"hiss……"

The sergeant's hand shook and the cigarette he had just lit fell to the ground.

"Where? What time? Has a case been filed? Has the identity of the deceased been clearly investigated?"

Woods shook his head in silence. The police sergeant sucked his teeth and was about to curse when he heard Woods say softly: "The murderer is not a human, but a monster."

"Monster? I think your brain was eaten by a monster?"

"It's a monster," Woods said. "He's ten feet tall and his body is harder than granite. I saw him eat a man alive!"

Speaking of the latter part, Woods couldn't help but become excited.

The sergeant looked at him for a long moment.

"OK, OK, calm down, kid." The Sheriff spread his hands, "I think I should give you a holiday, and then go back and burn that damn book! Drink a damn hot milk! Make a damn hot drink Take a bath, and then! Damn it! Get a good sleep! Do you understand?!"

roared the Sheriff.

Woods sighed in disappointment: "You won't understand... I want to see the director."

The police chief became angry: "Who do you think you are? Huh? Even I can't see the chief just if I want to..."

His voice stopped suddenly because he saw the director, followed by two strange guys, walking towards them.

One of the two people looked to be in his 40s, with some gray hair, and the other was a pretty young and beautiful girl. They were both wearing suits and neat clothes, just like the social elites we often see.

The reason why they are strange is because of the intuition brought to the police chief by years of handling cases.

They tried their best to look like normal people, but every move seemed to be imitating something, weird and stiff.

The director smiled kindly: "Woods, right? I heard that you witnessed a murder last night. These two are the commissioners sent by the superiors to investigate. They have something to ask you for information."

Woods took a deep look at the two men, and the disgust flashed in his eyes.

'Alien lackeys! '

But everything was as he wished. He followed the two people to the conference room, and the director thoughtfully locked the door for them.

"Mr. Woods, right?" The middle-aged man smiled and nodded at him, "Can you describe what happened yesterday?"

Woods said everything he saw yesterday without expression.

Opposite him, the two men were whispering.

Woods tried his best to prick up his ears, but he could only hear a few words such as "troll" and "Muggle".

After Woods finished speaking, the two exchanged glances, and the middle-aged man said with a serious face: "We already understand what happened. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Woods."

"Will you catch the murderer?" Woods sneered.

"This..." The middle-aged man looked embarrassed, but the young girl rushed to say, "Unfortunately, although we did find traces of the troll staying, there is no evidence that it has harmed anyone, and we have not received any reports. There have been reports of missing Muggles. Of course, you don’t have to worry, we will find it and take it to where it should go.”

"Hey, hey, you talk too much." The middle-aged man said with a steady expression.

"What does it matter? The memory needs to be erased anyway." The girl said with a smile.

"I see." Woods also smiled, "As long as the memory of the victim's family is erased, no matter whether the monster killed someone or not, the investigation result will be that it didn't kill anyone, right?"

"Hey, what are you talking about?" The girl puffed her face and said dissatisfied, "How could we do such a thing?"

"Who knows..."

"You bastard!"

The man stretched out his hand to stop the girl who was about to rush over, and gave her a helpless look: "That's why I said you talked too much! You know, not many people want others to tamper with their memory."

"You know a lot about it. You've done it many times, right? It's like erasing memories."

Woods sneered.

"Yes...so please don't worry, I am already very skilled and will not have any impact on your body."

A small wooden stick appeared in the man's hand at some point: "I'm sorry...I forgot all about it!"

A flash of white light flashed, and the whites of Woods' eyes turned over, then returned to normal, looking around with a confused expression.

"Why am I here? Who are you?"

The man smiled slightly: "Thank you for your cooperation, see you soon!"

PS: In the original book, whether it is the Ministry of Magic or the Death Eaters, their treatment of ordinary people is quite disgusting. For details, you can see what happened to the conductor’s Muggle family in the fourth part of the original book, the Quidditch World Cup.