Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

The bald man looked particularly unhappy when his good business was interrupted. He glanced sideways at Andrew.

"Andrew, you son of a bitch, if you dare to bother me with trivial matters..."

The curse words stopped abruptly in the middle of the sentence. The bald head was shocked to see a human image squeezed out of the air and appeared behind Andrew out of thin air...

To be able to grow from a street gangster to a gang leader, Bald John relied not only on his ruthlessness, but also on his cleverness in assessing the situation.

Seeing the supernatural scene just now, Bald John surrendered cleanly, and Ivan didn't even have time to cast the Imperius Curse on him.

Considering that he indeed lacked an agent in the Muggle world, and that he could not maintain the effect of the Imperius Curse all the time, Ivan had an idea and implanted a false memory in him.

……

As soon as John's eyes blurred, he realized that three hooded and robed figures appeared in front of him. The blond secretary and Andrew were both lying on the ground, their eyes closed.

John's whole body trembled, and a memory flooded into his mind.

Ten years ago, John was not a bald man, let alone a boss. He was just a street gangster who could be seen everywhere.

On a gloomy afternoon, he squatted boredly on the street and whistled at the beauties passing by.

Just when he was enjoying himself, a guy wearing strange clothes stood in front of him.

"Want to know the meaning of life...want to truly live?"

"I miss you, please don't stand in my way!" John wanted to retaliate, but as soon as he met the man's eyes, his mind was attracted by those dark eyes.

As if by mistake, he nodded slightly.

After that, he really saw a wider world. Just like what was described in the novel, in this world there were werewolves, vampires, and even the Dark Parliament, the uncrowned king of the underground world who rules over all dark creatures.

Every member of the parliament possesses unimaginable power comparable to that of a god.

The mysterious man at the beginning was one of the congressmen, codenamed "Ivan".

Of course, he became Ivan's subordinate and was sent to London to take care of the secular forces for him.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye, and he could be considered a small success, but Ivan never contacted him again.

Just when he felt lost and suspected that the original adventure was just a fantasy of his youth, Ivan actually appeared in front of him again!

Big tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of John's eyes. He suddenly fell to his knees and burst into tears: "Sir, Congressman, finally... finally..."

Ivan looked at him lovingly: "You did a good job and passed the test of the parliament perfectly. From today on, you are also a member of the great Dark Parliament."

When he thought that he would soon have access to extraordinary power, John was so excited that he couldn't help but express his loyalty: "Whenever the council needs it, I, John, will go through fire and water without hesitation."

"It's not a matter of going through fire and water." Ivan said with a smile, "Now the Parliament needs a batch of Muggle arms. How many can you get?"

What are Muggles?A term used by members of parliament for ordinary people?

John was guessing in his mind, but he was not slow to say: "My lord, you came just in time. There is civil strife in the Mao Xiong area. I got a lot of good stuff from them. I dare say that Scotland Yard is not as complete as we are!"

"Very good, it lived up to my expectations." Ivan nodded, fumbled for a while, and took out a silver necklace.

A trace of physical pain flashed across his face, and he finally threw the necklace away.

"Wearing it can help you withstand three fatal attacks."

This kind of alchemy item cannot restore magic power on its own. Once the magic power stored in it is exhausted, it will be no different from an ordinary necklace.

Moreover, it can withstand a few gunshots at most, but it will definitely not be able to withstand the Death Curse or something like that.

Despite all its shortcomings, a protective necklace can cost hundreds of galleons on the market.

Since he was planning to build this guy up as his agent in the Muggle world, he certainly couldn't let him be killed casually.

Moreover, no one would be so bored as to use a death curse on an ordinary person... right?

Ivan has spent a lot of money this time.

John hurriedly took the necklace and immediately put it on his neck. Then without hesitation, he took out a revolver from the drawer and shot himself in the palm of his hand.

There was a loud "bang", and the fired bullet seemed to hit an invisible wall of air and stagnated in mid-air, and was effortlessly caught in John's hand.

Ivan looked dumbfounded. He just said there were three opportunities, and you just used them once?

John didn't feel it was a waste. He held the bullet tightly as if he was holding the future.

It made no difference to him whether he had three chances to save his life or two. The power he had been pursuing for many years suddenly appeared in front of him, and it was like a dream to him.

And the cold touch in his hand reminded him all the time that this was not a dream, a greater world finally showed the tip of the iceberg in front of him!

……

John acted quickly and led them to his arsenal on the spot.

A container full of all kinds of firearms, a dazzling array, the dark steel glowing with a murderous sheen.

John demonstrated to them the usage and power of various firearms, which made the three of Ivan dazzled and in awe.

He dared to say that more than 80.00% of wizards had no choice but to flee for their lives when faced with these metal storms.

One of the large-caliber sniper rifles can shoot 90.00% of all wizards in one shot. It is estimated that only wizards of the level of Dumbledore or Voldemort can escape.

Ivan couldn't help but sigh deeply at the adult's foresight.

This thing is much better than a magic wand!

The problem now is to find a wizard who can use these weapons.

Those dark wizards are probably unwilling. They trust the wands in their hands more than Muggle "toys".

Moreover, these guys are used to being free-spirited and never listen to orders.

Without a certain scale and fire suppression, the guns in their hands are really not as effective as magic wands!

On the other side, the wild dog's eyes lit up.

The appalling human modifications on his body gave him magic resistance and strength comparable to those of a giant, but also deprived him of the ability to cast magic.

Whenever he saw other wizards using the little wooden stick in their hands to cast dazzling magic, he would feel sincerely envious and inferior.

Now, seeing that Muggles could use those black "iron wands" to spit out tongues of fire, he finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"I want to try it too!"