Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

After settling a matter on his mind, Ivan became energetic.

That adult has mentioned it to this extent. If you can't do it yourself, then don't think about doing a big business, just go home and sell books!

That night, Ivan took Benson and Wild Dog to Brixton, South London.

As the most chaotic place in London, even Ivan, who has lived in Diagon Alley all year round, has heard about it.

At this time, fog enveloped the entire London, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gasoline.

The high-beam headlights shone recklessly, followed by the roar of the engine. Then, two motorcycle riders chased each other and sped past the three people, leaving behind a series of crazy screams from a heavy metal band.

Any normal person who lives in this place will not go out at night, and only those ignorant and fearless teenagers, gang members who live in the shadows, will wander around outside.

"I hate it here." The wild dog wrinkled his nose and said angrily.

Ivan nodded in agreement: "Me too, but there is no more convenient place to get Muggle arms than here."

As soon as I turned a corner, I bumped into a black man who was swaying and smelling of alcohol.

"Fuuk!" The man just raised his head to curse when he saw a wild dog that was two heads taller than him, looking down at him coldly.

The wild dog reached out and grabbed his collar, lifting him directly into the air.

The man suddenly woke up and danced and begged for mercy: "Brother, I was wrong! I didn't have eyes! Just spare me!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Who is the boss of your group?"

Is this a big deal?

The man rolled his eyes a few times and hesitated.

If the boss found out that he had led them the way, his whole family would not be able to see the sun the next day.

Although I have no feelings for Bi Chi who cuckolds me every day and that bastard who I don’t know who he is, I still have a 60-year-old mother at home...

Seeing this, the wild dog's iron-like grip suddenly tightened, and an ominous clicking sound suddenly came from the man's neck.

The man was so frightened that he couldn't care less about his mother and started wailing: "I know! I know! I'll take you there right away!"

Only then did the wild dog let go of his hand, and the man fell to the ground, still uneasy.

"Lead the way and don't try to make small moves."

The person who spoke was a short and fat man. The man just glanced at it and didn't dare to look again - who knows if they would silence him.

As the man walked in front, he thought resentfully: They are dead!I heard that the boss has recently obtained a large number of good goods from that troubled country in the east - more than enough to attack Scotland Yard.

The group walked into a dark street, walked about 100 meters, and came to a fork in the road.

The man pointed to the road leading to the alley on the right: "You can see a bar less than 500 meters ahead. Boss John is usually there."

He saw the pudgy man nodded hopefully: "You can go."

The man was so happy that he crawled on the ground and tried to escape.

As soon as I turned around, I heard a deep voice coming from behind: "Forgotten!"

The alley returned to its usual calm, leaving only the leaves rustling in the wind, the dim street lights flickering on and off, and a drunken man lying under the street lights.

After a while, the man suddenly moved. He got up from the ground and patted his forehead regretfully.

"Why did I fall asleep here?"

The memory still lingers on when we were drinking in the bar. That girl was so hot. She kept touching him, causing him to drink more.

The man couldn't help but feel lucky that he hadn't been asleep for long. If he had slept a little longer, he would have had both of his waists cut off.

……

On the other side, Ivan, Benson and Wild Dog walked a few hundred meters along the alley, and sure enough they saw a busy bar not far ahead.

Colorful lights shone through the glass door. There were several strong men patrolling back and forth at the door. Their waists were bulging. Ivan became more vigilant at the first sight.

Guns don't care if you're a muggle or a wizard.

To be on the safe side, he cast the Disillusionment Curse on all three of them, just like breaking an egg above his head. The figures of the three of them made waves, and finally they were completely hidden in the night.

At this time, a strong man walked over slowly, stopped at a corner, then held his waist with one hand, took off his pants with the other, and started to drain.

A gust of wind blew by, and the strong man couldn't help but trembled: "Damn, what a damn weather! Those bastards know how to order me around!"

Cursing a few times in a low voice, the strong man shook a few times before putting on his pants.

Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a devil's whisper in his ears.

"Soul out of the body!"

……

"Hey! Andrew! Are you going to die? Does it take you so long to pee?"

Not far away, a few strong men were laughing and joking. Andrew turned around and yelled: "fxxk! Barton, you are a bitch, you will know if I can do it. Come here and give it a try."

Andrew walked toward his companion with one foot deep and one foot shallow. If you look closely, you will find that his eyes are extremely empty.

Back at the door of the bar, Andrew opened the door and was about to walk in. His companion hurriedly stopped him.

"Are you addicted to alcohol again? Have you forgotten what the boss taught you last time?"

"I have something very important to report to the boss." Andrew said.

"..."

His companions looked at him suspiciously: "You know the old rules."

Andrew nodded, took out the gun from his waist and handed it to someone, then opened the door and walked in.

After he entered, one of them was about to close the door when a sudden gust of wind blew in front of him, causing him to sneeze.

"Damn! This wind is really evil."

With that said, he closed the door heavily.

……

Andrew passed through the drunkards and the men and women dancing crazily on the dance floor to the door of an office on the second floor and knocked on the door.

"Who is this?" An angry voice came from the door.

"It's me, Andrew. I have something important to report to you." Andrew said calmly.

After a while, the voice said: "Come in."

Andrew opened the door and strode in.

This is a large, lavishly decorated room, more like a five-star hotel than an office.

The floor was covered with a very high-end purple velvet carpet, and a cluster of huge crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling.

Behind the desk made of mahogany, a bald man was sitting there in disheveled clothes. Next to him stood a blond girl dressed as a secretary, with a protruding front and back. She wiped her mouth with a flushed face. It was obvious at a glance that she was doing something good.