Hogwarts time travel

There is no way, this alley is a dead end, Jack has run to the end, unless there is Diagon Alley behind the wall in front of him, otherwise Jack will definitely not be able to escape.

Jack looked at the high wall, not knowing what he was thinking, and didn't look back at the three people.

Seeing Jack stop and the dead end at the end, the three of them stopped chasing him. They smiled at each other and approached each other, and began to talk nonsense.

"Run, why didn't you run?"

"Yeah, isn't it good at running?"

"If you can run, break your legs and let him go begging."

The three talked to each other, getting closer and closer, and suddenly saw Jack turn around suddenly, it didn't matter if he turned around, but saw a cold crossbow bolt in his arms.

And it's still good.

"call out--"

With the pleasant sound of crossbow arrows piercing the air, the leader of the gangster fell to the ground with a plop, a crossbow arrow dangling in his neck, which had already covered his neck, passed through the back of his neck, and came across.

The remaining two hadn't recovered from the plot where absolute advantage turned into disadvantage, when they saw Jack jump suddenly and crash into the arms of one of them.

If it was just an ordinary child, nothing would have happened in this collision. After all, there is a gap in physical strength between children and adults.

But Jack was prepared.

Jack fell to the ground, and the gangster also collapsed powerlessly, a huge gash appeared in his stomach, and the dagger in Jack's hand was stained with blood, which showed the flash of light just now.

Jack not only stabbed him, but also spun the dagger around in his stomach, successfully causing him to bleed profusely, and directly lost his ability to resist.

"Ah—" With a scream, the last surviving gangster was completely frightened. Although it was only a little boy in front of him, he no longer had the courage to fight him.

Watching the gangster run farther and farther along the alley, Jack squatted down and began to string the crossbow in a calm manner.

The reason why Jack ran all the way to the end of the alley was to limit the orientation of the gangster when he escaped, so that he could only dodge left and right in this narrow alley for a short time, which greatly improved Jack's hit rate.

Otherwise, it would be really easy for this guy to run away in an open position.

Jack's murder weapon, the crossbow bolt, has an excellent and sophisticated mechanical structure, even a child like Jack can easily use it. It is more like a work of art than a murder weapon.

After all, the more sophisticated the artwork, the better, but most of the killing weapons are required to be simple and easy to understand. After all, it is not easy to repair when it is broken.

As for Jack, he easily killed a person with such a piece of art.

While speaking, Jack was already on the bowstring, raised slightly, aimed, and released.

"call out--"

"thump--"

Three kills.

……

In the morning, Jack sat at the dining table eating with his father, while the housekeeper served them.

The father held the newspaper in his hand, looking at it one by one.

"Oh? Three youths were killed? With crossbow arrows?"

Jack's father narrowed his eyes. He suddenly remembered the crossbow arrows that his friend gave him before, but he laughed at himself. How could that thing flow outside? Maybe it belonged to someone else's house.

Jack glanced at his father, lowered his head and silently poked the beans on the plate with a fork, feeling relieved.

The bodies of the three thugs were not disposed of by themselves, but just thrown there. On the one hand, Jack couldn't lift them, and on the other hand, Jack didn't want to let himself be stained with their traces.

Fortunately, most of the policemen in this era are dead bodies. For this kind of murder in the suburbs, because the people involved are a few social elements who are doing nothing all day long, the police are too lazy to pay any attention to it. They just treat it as a gang vendetta.

Jack's eyes returned to the school again, and he set his sights on the classmates around him. If nothing else, they would become one of Jack's collections.

human collectibles.

But the accident still happened, and it was extremely violent, like a sudden storm, which submerged the sandbar in the water in an instant, leaving only floating duckweed floating and sinking.

Jack, who was in class, was called out by the teacher, saying that the family would pick him up.

Jack remained calm on the surface, but in his heart he began to frantically calculate what mistakes he had made recently.

Could it be that the killing of those three gangsters was exposed?

Jack got into the carriage nervously, only to find that it wasn't the bodyguard in black who came to pick him up, but the old housekeeper.

Jack was a little puzzled, but no matter how much he asked the old housekeeper, he didn't say the reason, and just drove silently.

While walking, Jack found that the direction was wrong, and he actually went in the direction of the train station.

"What are we going to do?" Jack stretched out his hand to grab the rein, with a fierce expression on his face, as if the housekeeper would die if he didn't say anything.

The housekeeper sighed helplessly, and could only tell the truth honestly.

It turned out that the backer of Jack's father had stepped down. As the white glove of the other party, without the protection of the backer, his wealth suddenly became a reminder. That night, the killer came to his door and asked him to tell where all his property was stored.

Jack's father knew early on that he was a white glove of a big man and could not get a good death, so he left behind early. Once something happened to him, he asked the housekeeper to take Jack to other countries, and he had secretly transferred property. It will be fine abroad too.

But people are not as good as heaven. Jack's father did not expect that the bodyguards in black who followed him were instigated by others, and his secret backhand was discovered. Send a killer to deal with Jack, and make the whole family disappear.

The carriage drove to the train station, and the butler immediately pulled Jack out of the carriage and hurriedly ran towards the platform.

At this time, Jack's brain is still in a shutdown state. How come he was fine just now, but now he has become a lost dog?

It was really a lost dog. The housekeeper and Jack traveled lightly and didn't bring anything. Even the money for the ticket was paid by the housekeeper in advance.

The process of buying tickets went smoothly, and the two of them couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief while sitting in the car.

"Let's go abroad directly, preferably a place that is out of the reach of the British mainland, such as a French colony." The butler said.

Jack didn't say a word, he was still immersed in the ignorance of changing the world, looked out the window, suddenly opened his mouth stupidly, and pointed outside.

"what is that?"

"What?" The butler looked out the window, and a strange-shaped object followed the train, flying above the side of the train.

No, that's not some weird looking object, but a man in black riding a broom!

The butler felt like his scalp was about to explode. He remembered what Jack's father had told him, if he saw such a strange costume, he must run, the farther the better!