Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Before, although they guessed that Benson and Ivan seemed to have misunderstood something, they regarded him as a big shot.

But Jerry just needs someone to help him take care of his off-campus business, and he also needs someone to realize some of his fantastic ideas.

So he didn't take the initiative to expose this.

But like a scumbag.

No initiative, no rejection, no responsibility.

No matter what they did behind the scenes.

He doesn't know anything!

But now, his approach will definitely not work.

Ivan and the others have already caused a huge disaster, which cannot be explained by "I don't know" or "I am innocent".

You know, in the wizarding world, no one can keep secrets.

They can find out exactly how old you are when you still wet the bed.

The current plan is to find out what happened first, and then find a way to cover it up for them, or at least protect yourself and escape.

"Sir, did we do something wrong?"

Seeing Jerry's silence, Ivan said anxiously.

Jerry breathed a sigh of relief: "You are still too young! You don't know what terrible power is hidden in the wizarding world..."

He gave a few examples at random, such as the suppression of time, death, love and other forces related to the origin of the world under the Department of Mysteries. When Grindelwald was at his most rampant, the Ministry of Magic of various countries used the power that could clear a city more than once. The ultimate power of everyone's memory.

Ivan turned pale when he heard this.

The depth of water in this world far exceeded his imagination.

No wonder adults have such powerful powers and still pretend to be ordinary students to study at Hogwarts.

This is the first time that an adult has mentioned such a high-level secret to them.

Does this mean that adults are beginning to recognize them?

Before, I just handed them some insignificant things and obviously treated them as expendable supplies.

Now we really regard them as subordinates worthy of training!

Although he was scolded, Ivan felt warm in his heart.

Their efforts over this period of time have finally paid off.

Knowing that due to their own ignorance, their actions had attracted the attention of the real big shots, and that only the big man in front of them could save them, Ivan did not dare to neglect and hurriedly told everything that happened some time ago...

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Go back to a month ago.

Woods walked into the police station with steady steps.

After receiving the power seeds and combining them with the special training methods given to him by the old man in his mind who called himself "Zeus", his body was undergoing earth-shaking changes every moment.

Even if he doesn't use those magical powers, he can beat him ten years ago just based on his physical fitness!

Now, it’s finally time to implement the plan!

Woods took a deep breath.

Lizardmen are not invincible!

Many years ago, there was a tragic war with the gods.

Although the final result ended in the defeat of the gods, the lizard people became the controller of the world.

However, the lizard people have also been severely damaged and have limited control over the world, so they will strictly guard against those who have obtained the seeds of the power of the gods.

What he has to do now is to be the first to stand up!

Let the chosen ones from all over the world unite.

To do this, he must make big news.

At least it must attract the attention of the Far East, where the lizard people are weak.

In this way, even the lizard man would not dare to let him disappear for no reason.

This is also his glimmer of hope!

"Are you ready for this kind of awareness? If you are not careful, your body will be shattered and your soul will be scattered!"

Thinking of Zeus's question, Woods thought silently in his heart.

"Yes, I am willing to sacrifice my soul and life for human freedom and dignity!"

The hall was noisy, with clerks holding large amounts of documents walking in a hurry, the scoldings of the police chiefs, and the shouting of the reporters.

Today Scotland Yard will have an exclusive interview with The Times about the sharp drop in London's crime rate since Commissioner Victor took office.

They wanted Chief Victor to share his management experience with other police departments across the country.

In fact, Woods knows it all too well.

Victor has a bad idea.

He is no different from the rotten bureaucrats of the past.

Take advantage of both the top and the bottom, both sides.

The crime rate in London doesn't matter, Victor's pockets are full!

It's just that this guy's luck is better.

Some time ago, there was a small organization called the Zhaotian Gang, which had only one nightclub and a few bars under its control. In the past, this kind of small organization would not have been noticed by Scotland Yard at all.

Suddenly, as if he had taken a drug, under the leadership of his leader Bald John, he successfully raided the headquarters of several other London underground bosses.

You know, these underworld bosses have always kept their itineraries very secret, and they are all so cunning that it is difficult to find out where their lair is.

However, Bald John seemed to have a full picture display, and in a few nights, he led people to kill them all.

He also took all their power into his pocket.

In just a few days, the Zhaotian Gang has grown from a small, unpopular gang to one of the largest gangs in London.

After taking over such a large territory, the Zhaotian Gang suddenly changed from normal and invested in serious business.

Printing factory, game factory, food factory...

The company was not established to launder money, but was officially put into production.

Many gangsters on the street were sent to the factory by them, and the security in London suddenly improved a lot.

Although Victor is an incompetent bastard, he did him a big favor this time.

Watching a group of well-dressed gentlemen and ladies carrying cameras and microphones walking into the police station, Woods' eyes lit up.

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Jinx is an outstanding graduate of the School of Communication at the University of Edinburgh.

Right after graduation, he joined the UK-based "The Times" group and became an intern reporter under it.

This exclusive interview with Mr. Victor is also her first solo interview.

As long as she performs well, she can successfully become a regular reporter.

You know, many intern reporters have been working for several years and can only hold an internship contract.

Of course, this opportunity is not so easy to obtain.

Recalling the leering eyes of his immediate boss, Editor-in-Chief Jess, Jinx shook his body in disgust.

"Already prepared."

The staff behind him reminded in a low voice.

Jinx regained her composure and smiled sweetly at the camera.

"Good morning, gentlemen and ladies, I'm your good friend Jinx, let's take a look at today's..."

Her eyebrows suddenly wrinkled. The damn old photographer didn't know what happened. The camera kept shaking on his shoulder.

Wouldn't the picture become a blur in this way?

The staff didn't know what to do for food, so they didn't even remind him.

"wrong!"

There were increasingly loud noises coming from behind, the sound of men sucking air-conditioning and women's screams.

I'm afraid something terrible has happened!

This is big news!

Jinx turned around suddenly, just in time to see a man holding a gun in his hand and walking towards the group of them menacingly.

Jinx's legs felt a little weak for a moment, but out of a journalist's professional ethics, she still mustered up the courage to face him.

"Does this gentleman have something to report to us?"

"Is it about Director Victor? Is there some unknown secret hidden under his tough and powerful appearance?"

When she thought about it, the police officer was obviously pressured by insiders to act in such an impulsive manner.

And what can make a young man risk his life is nothing more than the hatred of killing his father and taking away his wife.

Jinx instantly thought of a scene like "Madam, you don't want your husband to lose his job, right?", and the look he looked at Woods changed from fear to sympathy.

Woods was stunned for a moment.

What is this guy talking about?

And why is her look so annoying?

But now was not the time to get to the bottom of it. He held the gun in his hand and clicked his chin on the shaking photographer. To be precise, it was the camera in the photographer's hand.

"That thing should be turned on, right? Point it at me, I have something to say."

Hearing this, the photographer awkwardly adjusted the angle of the camera, trying to focus on Woods.

After several failures, Jinks simply grabbed the camera and acted as both reporter and photographer.

"Mr. police officer, can you tell us what happened to you? We believe there must be a reason for you to do this. People all over the world will stand by the oppressed."

Director Victor, who had already been alarmed by the movement outside, hurried out, felt his nose twisting with anger when he heard this.

What does it mean to “stand by the side of the oppressed”? !

Who oppressed him!

Being a police officer at Scotland Yard is not about killing people, but about being humane.

There are too many people that they neither dare to control nor can control.

Because of this, the atmosphere within Scotland Yard is particularly united and friendly.

Hug each other to keep warm, don't shiver.

Unexpectedly, a traitor appeared in the originally monolithic Scotland Yard!

and many more!

Could he be sent by some political enemy?

Thinking of this, Victor said sadly: "Woods, I think I have never treated you badly. What benefits have you taken from them to frame me?"

"ungrateful!"

"Eat what's inside and out!"

The people around him also started making noises.

Woods was so angry that his dantian was filled with anger, and his tongue burst with thunder: "Shut up, everyone!"

A loud shout seemed to have set off a hurricane in the hall, shaking the chandelier and sending documents flying everywhere.

Everyone around was shocked and shut their mouths obediently.

Jinx's eyes lit up.

This man... is so handsome!

After shocking the audience with the skills he learned from Zeus, Woods looked at the camera and slowly raised his gun.

The staff screamed when they saw this, and the next moment they squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands. Only Jinx, although she looked stunned, the camera was always firmly held in her arms.

Other police officers also drew their guns and pointed them at him, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

At this moment, Woods spoke, his voice low and hoarse, as if it contained endless past.

"I know that everything that happens next is hard for you to believe, but I guarantee in the name of God and God King Zeus that this is all true. Myths and legends are not just stories, but really happened in history!"

After speaking, as others watched in stunned silence, Woods shot himself six times in the temple.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

Woods's gun is a common Glock 17.

The power is quite average, definitely not as powerful as the Desert Eagle, which is famous for its power, but when shot at such a close range, there is no doubt that the head will be beaten like a rotten watermelon.

Jinx has even started thinking about tomorrow's headlines.

"The young police officer refused to be humiliated and committed suicide by drinking bullets"?

No, it's too common.

"Shock!A man injured someone with a gun in the police station, but no one stopped him! 》

This is good!

The next moment, her ambitions were dashed.

The smoke cleared and Woods stood intact.

Empty bullet casings scattered around him reminded people that he had not fired a blank shot.

"What...what is this?" Jinx stammered, "Some kind of new magic?"

"It's not magic. If you explain it in a way you can understand, you can call it - super power."

After speaking, Woods snapped his fingers, and a bolt of lightning fell out of thin air, leaving a small crater on the smooth marble floor.

"I will hold a press conference on the seventh day after Christmas to introduce the method of awakening superpowers. I hope your newspaper will send people to support me."

Woods said seriously to Jinx.

"Of course!" Jinx kept nodding, his eyes full of surprise.

As the person closest to Woods, she could guarantee that there was absolutely no mechanism or anything nearby. She even saw the bullet ricocheting off Woods with her own eyes.

"That...can I really awaken my superpower? Can I do it too?"

"Of course." Woods smiled, "The heart that believes is your superpower."

Under everyone's awed gaze, Woods left the police station leisurely and quickly disappeared into the crowd of people on the street.

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Ten minutes later, Woods appeared at the U.S. Embassy in the United Kingdom and held the bullet fired from the ambassador's gun with his fingers in front of the ambassador.

Ten minutes later, Woods appeared at the French Embassy and summoned a bolt of lightning to knock down the French flag.

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Five and ten minutes later, Woods had visited all the embassies of the permanent members of the Security Council and then disappeared. Even the best spies couldn't tell where he had gone.

An hour later, all the information about Woods from childhood to adulthood was placed on the desks of those big people who can really influence the operation of the world.

In Buckingham Palace, the British Prime Minister was sitting in his office, reading the information carefully.

In front of him was a wizard named Kingsley Shacklebolt. According to the British Ministry of Magic, he was sent to protect him, but he felt that this was more like surveillance.

"Is it really not you wizards who are causing trouble?"

The Prime Minister gave Kingsley a suspicious look.

It took him a lot of time to accept the fact that wizards existed, and now a person with super powers jumped out of nowhere.

The Prime Minister felt his blood pressure was a little high.

Kingsley looked serious: "Our people are already on their way to confirm."

"Are there really super powers in this world?"

The Prime Minister muttered in a low voice, seemingly talking to himself, but Kingsley could feel a vague gaze lingering on him.

Kingsley sighed. It was not that he could not understand the Prime Minister's mood.

However, he was more inclined to believe that this was just a prank by some wizard.

He didn't want to disappoint the Prime Minister, but he didn't want to give him false hope.

After thinking for a while, Kingsley replied: "Wizards are as ignorant as Muggles when it comes to the true secrets of this world."