I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

A scruffy, fat and bald man came home. His face, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed after seeing the poor little nest.

Putting down the toolbox, he rummaged in the cabinet and finally found a bottle of tequila with a mouthful left.

The lid was opened, and when he was about to drink the wine, there was a knock on the door outside.

His nerves tensed instantly, and he hurriedly picked up the wand on the table.

"Who?"

Moving cautiously to the door, he cautiously asked loudly, "Who's there!"

No one spoke, as if they just knocked on the wrong door just now.

He swallowed, and looked into the peephole on the door.

It was pitch black outside, he was a little strange, it got dark so fast today?

He tried to open his eyes to see more clearly.

Suddenly, he stopped.

He found that it was not dark, but a black wand.

Horror instantly filled his face, a white light appeared from the tip of the wand, and the door exploded instantly.

The huge impact sent the man flying, and the wand in his hand rolled towards the door.

A hard-soled leather boot broke the wand, and the person who came was wearing a black trench coat and a cowboy hat, with three bloody fingers hanging on his chest.

This iconic attire is the index finger Oxer.

The extremely ferocious black wizards will cut off their fingers as souvenirs after killing their prey.

Three wizards have already suffered, and the men are scared out of their wits.

"Please, let me go."

The man's back was already wet with cold sweat, and he was so frightened that he rolled and crawled to the feet of Oxer, the index finger man, and knelt down and begged for mercy.

"I'm really not a Death Eater anymore." He said it sincerely, with tears and snot all over his face.

The index finger Oxer sneered, pulled out the dagger at his waist, and cut the man's left sleeve.

The Dark Devil's mark was exposed.

Oxer lifted the windbreaker to reveal the silver sickle mark on the inner layer, and laughed: "You should know what this means."

"Star apprentice, you joined the star apprentice?!" the man screamed.

A look of fanaticism appeared on Oxer's face, and he said intoxicated: "Only in that adult, I can feel what is truly powerful."

The man softened completely. He thought he could beg for mercy, or hand over all his assets.

But the star disciples don't care about this, they don't care at all, they enjoy the thrill of killing, they are ruthless killing machines.

The man knew that he couldn't escape, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to fight to the death.

Looking up suddenly, the man was about to make a move.

Seeing that the wand was pressed against his forehead, Oxer's mocking eyes stimulated his nerves.

"It's a pity that you are not those elites on the list, but let's solve it by the way."

He took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, found the man's name from the list of names on it, and read it aloud.

"Hope Cliffe, who inflicted magical damage on at least three Muggles and caused the death of at least one Muggle.

According to the verdict of the Stars Court, the death penalty will be executed by the stars. "

Oxer was like a law enforcement officer. After the reading, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, and jokingly said, "I wish you a sweet dream."

"Reducto"

Hope's head exploded, and pieces of meat flew out.

Some splashed on his body, Hope took it off calmly.

Use the short knife to peel off the Dark Mark on the intact left hand, and cut off an index finger as a souvenir.

With a wave of his hand, he walked out the door, adjusted his clothes, and left without looking back.

. . .

Blind Pig Bar.

This is a bar that opens at the junction of Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley.

Because of its unique geographical location, it has become a mixed place.

I don't know whether it's the smoke or the heat of the food. The smoke is lingering in the orange-lit bar.

There are many drunks in the dark bar.

After drinking a large glass of beer, the wizard with a red wine nose looked around, and he knew there was gossip at a glance.

"Hope Cliff is dead." The rosacea wizard said with fear on his face. "You should really see how badly he died."

"Cliff? I remember he was not from the plumbing company, why did he die suddenly?"

The thin wizard at the same table was taken aback. After all, such things as death were not in Voldemort's era.

The rosacea-nosed wizard immediately became complacent when he saw his own exclusive news, and said loudly, "You don't know yet, do you? Hope Cliff is a Death Eater."

"Damn, I thought he was an honest man. Last time my wife asked him to clear the pipe." The man wearing the green wizard hat on the left hand side of the rosacea wizard cursed, "No wonder the water pipe in my house is blocked every three days. My wife even named him, so it was his fault!"

This is a wizard with a lot of stories, well, why not.

The skinny wizard was interrupted to listen to the story, and he yelled at the green hat wizard dissatisfied, and asked with a strong heart of gossip, "How did he die? Was he found by the Aurors?"

"If he is found by the Auror, then he will be lucky." The rosy-nosed wizard looked at the bottomed wine glass, and the skinny wizard was very kind, so he asked the bartender to bring a full glass.

The rosacea-nosed wizard took a sip in satisfaction, put down his glass heavily, a look of fear appeared on his face, and said, "He was approached by a star disciple, and I live next door to him, so I heard it clearly."

"Those Starmen are constantly searching for signs of Death Eaters. They may appear anywhere. My God, if I were a Death Eater, I would have died of fright. Are you right, Benson?"

Noticing that the wizard opposite him was pale, the rosacea wizard asked with concern: "Are you okay? Do you want me to take you back?"

"No, no, I'll go back by myself."

Benson stood up with weak feet.

At this time, the man in a suit and tuxedo was welcomed in by the owner of the Blind Pig Bar, and posted a new one on the blackboard covered with various rewards.

Their table is very close to the blackboard.

The rosacea wizard glanced at it and shouted, "My God, you can get 200 Galleons for reporting Death Eaters, and you can get 500 Galleons for killing Death Eaters. It's like giving away money!"

His yelling made everyone look over, and when they saw what was written on it, they were all taken aback by the magnanimity.

The green hat wizard muttered: "It's fake, who would do this? If you can't pay at that time, it will be a big shame."

When he looked down and saw the silver sickle symbol on it, he shut up.

That's the sign of a star.

The rosacea wizard excitedly grabbed Benson who was about to leave, causing Benson's complexion to change drastically.

The man in the tuxedo smiled, and chuckled lightly like a gentleman: "If you are willing to provide clues and assistance, we will be very grateful, just like now."

now?

Everyone was confused by these words.

The man in the tuxedo turned his head with a smile. Benson, who was caught by the rosacea, felt his scalp go numb, so he broke away the rosacea's hand and ran out.

When he was about to reach the door, the man in the tuxedo didn't move.

The next second, he appeared at the door like a ghost, the wand in his hand shot red light, and Benson fell to the ground directly.

This scene happened suddenly, and the rosacea wizard still stretched out his hand in a daze.

The man in the tuxedo in front of the blackboard took out 200 Galleons from his pocket and put them on the table, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your cooperation."

The dull sound of the Gallon bag hitting the table woke everyone up, and they stared blankly at the two identical men.

The skinny pole wizard said with a trembling voice, "Yes, it's a star disciple."

Looking along his fingers, the rosacea wizard's legs softened and he sat down on the ground.

There is a touch of silver under the collar of the two men, which is a silver sickle.

These two people are a member of the star disciples, the Ashburn twins.

The same thing happens everywhere.

Even in remote places, Death Eaters will be found.

Some Death Eaters were afraid and turned themselves in. They would rather be imprisoned in Azkaban than be approached by these lunatics.

No one knew where these star disciples emerged. They only knew that these people were once extremely terrifying dark wizards, and they were extremely cruel to the Death Eaters.

Especially those who are loyal to Voldemort, they hide one by one.

There have been many times that someone has used the Dark Mark to summon them, causing them to suffer heavy losses.

The result of this is that even if the Dark Mark lights up again, they dare not rush there.

But the Death Eaters didn't answer his call, and Voldemort was furious.

The dignified Dark Lord personally went to find the Death Eaters, which made him feel aggrieved.

However, when he arrived at the home of the Death Eater McNeil, McNeil had disappeared, replaced by stripped skins of the Dark Devil's mark.

Spell it into a sentence.

"Do you like the gift I gave you?"

Voldemort had never been so humiliated.

But he can't say anything yet, he wants to regain his strength as soon as possible.

One blow of the spell destroyed the entire building, and Voldemort Apparated away.

Those star disciples who appeared out of nowhere launched a hunt for the Death Eaters.

. . .

John stroked the head of Riddle, the black long-eared owl, and listened to the results.

Tang Mi came to tell him that old Batty had come to visit.

The purpose of the old Batty's arrival is very clear, for the election.

"Old Batty is about to run for the Minister of Magic, send him a present."

After John finished speaking, he took out a book and flipped through it casually.

He said to himself: "I said, I will settle accounts."

Dumbledore.

. . .