Hogwarts genius wizard

Derek, whose memory had been reduced to a baby state, lay on the ground foolishly and giggled.

"Tsk tsk, ruthless enough! You have the aura of a hero." Ao Hai jumped out day after day, looking at Derek, he felt that William was also ruthless, and erasing all memories was more ruthless than killing people.

"Eliminate traces." William sat on the broom and read with a magic wand, a bright silver light covered the factory, disrupting the traces of magic power inside.

He didn't kill people, he just wanted to see if he could collect merit and reduce resentment.

After testing, it seems that this is indeed possible.

Ten minutes later, three wizards flew over on a flying carpet. After performing "trace development", their faces were embarrassed.

"At least for veterans over the age of 40, the magic power is huge." Looking at the swirling trail phantom, a wizard whispered.

"What did this idiot do to attract such a powerful master?"

Back in the room, William withdrew from the mental state, and retched. Even if the mental brain tried its best to control William's body, it couldn't stop the nausea and spiritual panic that this detached state brought to the body.

Killing many living beings with one's own hands, for an ordinary person, would still cause a shock to the soul.

Some kind-hearted people would even feel guilty about killing chickens and ducks, let alone a living person.

The werewolves killed by William turned into phantoms along with the holes in his mind, appeared in his eyes, raised their heads, and stared at William resentfully.

"William, use "Delusion Reduction Viewpoint"." Ao Hai pointed out.

William ignored it, looked at the phantom in front of him, his hands trembled slightly, and said indifferently: "You resent me, and who should those who were killed by you resent?

What is there to complain about the person who deserves to be killed! "

As William faced his deepest fears, his mind became firmer little by little.

The fear and uneasiness brought about by the first murder receded like a tide, and the illusion of inner demons slowly disappeared.

Demons are not outside, but inside.

The outside is only the trigger, and the inner personality defect is the main cause.

Every time you eliminate your inner demons and make up for your shortcomings, your soul and will will become stronger.

Three days later, on a coast in London, a modified freighter docked by the sea, and three speedboats went to the freighter to pick up the people on it.

Halfway through, black flames suddenly flashed quickly on the three speedboats. The flames swelled and bloomed like a huge flower in an instant, quickly burning the speedboats to ashes.

The few people on the speedboat had no time to react before being engulfed in flames.

The gangsters on the shore and on the cruise ship were stunned, and even forgot to step forward to put out the fire, although it was useless.

Five wizards appeared not far away, all wearing magic heavy armor, more like warriors.

Seeing the disappearing flame, a wizard said angrily, "Damn it, if it weren't for Greyback's wrong information, we wouldn't have missed the murderer."

"Stop talking nonsense, ask a few questions, and then clean up the scene." A leader said coldly, and soon another black flame flashed on the sea and the beach, burning the remaining unlucky eggs to ashes.

All the top leaders of the Wolf Gang were arrested, triggering a new round of gang interest scrambles, and frequent shootings at night in London.

It wasn't until major newspapers in the UK put the cumulative number of gang shootouts and death statistics for a week in the headlines that the police were dispatched like crazy, and some gangsters temporarily lurked and had to gather their claws.

After Alan saw the newspaper, he immediately drove to the city to take William home.

"Did you hear the gunshots?" Allen asked while driving.

"Ah."

William was still thinking about how to improve the gun. Hearing his father's question, he thought that he had not only heard, but also witnessed those unlucky people who had been shot. the wicked into hell.

William's move was not entangled in resentment, but merit added to him.

"Go back and practice your gun." Allen said suddenly.

"Huh? You agree with me to practice guns?" William was very pleasantly surprised.

There were several shotguns at home, Daniel and Allen both had pistols, and they were both expert shooters with licenses.

"I convinced your mother that you will always learn how to shoot a gun in the future. You are far more stable than other children, and you are still a magical wizard. Although it is a bit early now, it is better than you running out to watch a gun battle in the middle of the night." Allen shrugged. .

"Well, it seems that Auntie found out." William admitted, but felt a little strange that he was caught going out, Serena is not that smart.

"No, son, I'm guessing. I think based on your personality, if there is a gangster shootout in such a close place, you will definitely not miss this good show." Allen laughed.

"Huh. Dad, can you still think?" William pretended to be surprised.

It's probably Catherine's guess, Alan's IQ, um, does Teddy have an IQ?

"Father just let your grandpa and your mother, if you don't know how to think, how could you trick your mother home." Allen said proudly, abducting Cavendish's eldest daughter is probably the greatest success in his life .

"Dad used to be very carefree. I saw that many aunts in the town have no love for you." William laughed. Contrary to Catherine, Alan's talent is all added to EQ.

"Son, if you can win the winter hunting championship every time, there will be many girls chasing you." Alan encouraged, "Your father, I take the first place every year. As my son, you have to do it now." We're getting ready."

"Father, you asked me to practice guns to give yourself the capital to boast, not to let me master self-defense skills." William said maliciously with a smile on his young face.

"Both are. Sons are for comparison. Otherwise, why would you have a son? How can a daughter be so caring." Allen always wanted to have another daughter, but Catherine, who had experienced the pain of her first birth, always disagreed.

"Then dad, please do your best."

"You bastard!"

In the afternoon after returning, William took a bouquet of flowers and put it on the tombstone of little Fisher, saying: "Uncle, damn it, they are all dead, rest in peace."

When he met little Mrs. Fisher when he left the cemetery, William bowed and said, "Auntie, please give me condolences, life is the most important thing."

Little Mrs. Fisher was holding a newspaper with the little boy, and her mental state was much better than before. It was the report of the mysterious civil unrest of the Wild Wolf Gang, and the picture of Derek who went crazy was on the front page.

Little Mrs. Fisher said to William: "Thank you little William, I understand."

"Brother William." The little boy said politely.

"Nils, here you are." William took a sailor sculpture out of his pocket and gave it to the little boy.

"Thank you brother, is this Dad?" the little boy looked at William and asked.

"Yeah," William replied, sighing inwardly.

One month later, the gunfire at night in downtown London did not stop. On the contrary, in order to compete for the so-called territory, various gang disputes continued.

In order to increase the profits of his alchemy works and potions, expand the scope of material procurement and reduce procurement costs.

William decides to stop trading in Diagon Alley and instead ventures into Knockturn Alley, the wizarding world's black market, home to dark wizards.

The complete success of the wolf slaughter gave him a great understanding of his own strength.

It turned out that he was already so powerful!

If so, what is he afraid of?

Maybe, you can turn around and rob a few villains.