Hogwarts executioner

At 7 o'clock in the evening on July 30, William, who knows the illusion spell and transfiguration, sneaked in from the balcony again, familiar with the way.

Picking up his wand and casting an Oblivion Curse on the shepherd dog by the door, William easily slipped into the attic on the 4th floor, waiting for the councilor to go home.

At around 11 o'clock in the evening, feeling that the cold magic of the Phantom Body Spell that filled his body was not working smoothly, William stood up on the attic. A limousine stopped downstairs and Kevin came back.

At 1 o'clock in the morning, William took a deep breath, took out the compound potion, and drank it in one gulp. His body was like a car without brakes and tires, twisted and out of control.

The compound potion is a relatively complex transformation potion, but the advantage is that once it is transformed, it is difficult to identify, and it will not reveal itself even if it is suppressed by the beliefs of sentient beings.

Aside from the fact that it takes a month to refine and is very tortured to drink, it is also a very good high-level potion.

I took out the mirror and looked at it. The handsome black guy in it looked good, but he was a bit too evil.

"Ugh." William, who still felt a strange taste in his mouth, retched a few times and quickly gave me a few sips of mineral water.

"This is really not something people drink."

"Then you still drink."

"To shut up."

William cast a disillusionment spell on himself with his wand, and walked gently towards the councilor's bedroom.

Holding the wand in his right hand and waving it, facing the bedroom door, the soul silently recited "Open the Alaho hole", and the door vibrated slightly and opened backwards.

"Such a big house is not too deserted. If it were me, I would definitely buy a big bed and arrange for ten or eight beautiful women to sleep with it."

Ao Hai said in hindsight: "Don't use magic power, otherwise it will be counterattacked."

William ignored Ao Hai, and felt that the flow of magic power in his body was more than ten times slower than usual.

Walking to the double bed, Mr. and Mrs. Howard were falling into a deep sleep. In William's eyes, Kevin Howard had a blood-red sleeping lion lying on his body, looking at him warily.

With a calm mind, William skillfully gave Mrs. Howard a hand knife in a way that he had tried many times, so that she could sleep better.

Holding the pistol in his right hand, he knocked on Kevin Howard's chest with his left hand, and Kevin was awakened by the pain in his chest.

"Si, um, what do you want? I'll give it to you."

As worthy of being a politician who can become a member of the parliament, Kevin opened his eyes and realized that something was wrong. He immediately became motionless and was fully conscious of saving his life.

"Don't worry, Congressman Howard, I don't want your life, I just want the access code for your collection." William said in the tone of a dark wizard.

"The first password is 18420607, the second password is 19202124, and the third password is 19440718." Kevin trembled.

"Very good, please let the congressman sleep a little longer." William knocked him out with a knife. Kevin didn't know that William actually only needed the first password, and he could open the next two passwords with magic spells.

Pull out a hair, transform again after walking out of the room, and walk all the way to the underground storage.

There is no security guard on duty in the collection warehouse, but the door is locked by more than a dozen infrared rays. After entering the password, it disappears smoothly, followed by a door-opening spell, and another door-opening spell.

"Why not use a password?" Ao Hai asked puzzledly.

"What if there is something wrong with these passwords?" William said.

"Isn't it?" Ao Hai said.

The right finger was raised, and the fluorescent light flickered, illuminating the surroundings.

The collection was organized more like a museum, which saved William a lot of effort. He soon saw his goal tonight. William quickly put the ancient pictures hanging on the wooden shelves and several other antique artifacts into bags and left quietly.

As for the antiques in those glass cabinets, none of them were taken to avoid triggering the alarm.

It may be that they are worried about reprisals, or they may feel that they will hurt their honor. In short, there is no burglary at the MP's house in the London newspapers.

William, who slept until the next morning for the first time, returned to the bedroom after a hasty lunch. After struggling for an hour, he failed to find any clues.

William simply looked at Gu Tu in a daze and said doubtfully to Gu Tu.

"Ao Hai, are you sure that this picture contains the Nine Heavens Thunder Control Technique?"

"I'm sure, the person who said this back then was a Taoist master, and he is absolutely correct." Ao Hai affirmed, "The Nine Heavens Thunder Control Technique is not the sixth, seventh, or eighth-level spells you learned. This is a first-level spell." Dharma door. If it is so easy to obtain, it is impossible not to be taken back by the Qingwei Sect."

"Well, why didn't the Qingwei Sect take it back?"

Ao Hai's reply was simple: "I don't know."

"Why don't you know anything?" William complained.

"But I know where the picture is." Aohai resolutely fought back against this behavior of burning bridges.

William has a headache. He has tried identifying the master with blood, inputting magic power, and revealing himself with water. He has not tested the fire yet. Do you want to try it?

But if it really catches fire, wouldn’t it make me feel distressed to death?

No matter how he looked at it, William didn't see that the ancient map was protected by magical powers. After all, it was an antiquity in his hometown. Even if he couldn't get the real formula, it would be good to get a 500-year-old literary work.

"How about trying to turn off the power?" An idea came to mind.

"It makes sense, why didn't I think of it." Ao Hai blurted out, approving of William's idea. "It seems that you still have some intelligence."

William found a wire in the ranch warehouse, cut it into two pieces, removed the insulating skin of the terminal, and clamped it with clips.

"William, what are you doing?" Catherine walked in from the door and asked a little angrily when she saw her son messing around. Is electricity something children can play with?

William ignored Catherine, or in other words, all his energy was focused on the ancient map at this time. As the two wires were distributed up and down, the texture of the True Monarch's Taoist robe on the ancient map was lit up, and then turned into words and appeared.

The light on the pictures and texts on the ancient map became brighter and brighter, and when it reached the extreme, it turned into a bolt of lightning and struck William.

William felt that after eating the legendary ginseng fruit, his entire soul had been purified, the desire that had been suppressed for decades had been released, and his mind was particularly peaceful.

At the same time, just when William's soul entered the state of selflessness and thoughtlessness, a strong and violent thunder aura perfectly blended into the brain.

"Oh no."

Catherine was startled by the electric light, she ran over and kicked the socket far away without thinking about anything in a hurry.

Then he hugged William, tears streaming down his face, and then he saw William smiling proudly.

"What are you doing, you want to scare me to death, don't you?" Catherine said distressed and angry again.

"I see, it turned out to be the case." William smiled triumphantly.