Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

"Me?" The wizard was stunned for a moment before reacting, then quickly stepped forward, and said with a hint of restraint, "Hello, I am Otis Axley, the leader of these wizards. We are not with those werewolves!"

After discovering that this newly appeared Silver Spear was acting so domineeringly, Otis immediately distanced himself from the werewolves, not wanting to become the second Fenrir.

At this moment, the Hag behind Thunderbird also immediately stepped forward, "This Otis is a member of the Axley family, one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families in England. He has been active in Northern Europe for some reason in recent years. He and his wizards have a good reputation."

The Hag had been standing aside as a spectator. She knew Thunderbird's temper very well. Trying to mediate when he was angry was simply courting death, so she just watched quietly from the side.

It wasn't until Thunderbird had finished dealing with the werewolves that she showed up to clean up the mess. The Hag had done this kind of work many times before.

As for those werewolves who had been dealt with, the Hag wasn't too worried. The werewolves' situation in the wizarding world wasn't very good. They definitely wouldn't give up the reward offered, but they were also a very difficult group to control. It was good for Thunderbird to give them a show of force.

"Oh, I know, the Death Eaters from England, who were kicked out by the Ministry of Magic after their rebellion failed." Thunderbird glanced at Otis mockingly, "I also heard that your boss was killed by a kid? It's really embarrassing that this got out."

"This..." Otis's cheeks twitched as he stared at the Silver Spear in front of him, a nameless fire rising in his heart. Was this guy speaking human language? If he didn't feel that he couldn't beat the other party, he might have been ready to fight Thunderbird on the spot.

He didn't know what was wrong with this guy, his mouth was so foul, and he didn't take others seriously at all.

However, Otis finally suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a stiff expression, "We Death Eaters don't need your concern. But we will have to cooperate later, is it really appropriate for you to make the situation like this as soon as you appear?"

"Heh, just a bunch of trash." Thunderbird raised his chin dismissively, "With the conditions we offer, are we afraid of not being able to recruit people? The reason we found you was because we listened to the Hag's advice. If you don't want to do it, then get out early!"

Otis was speechless after being rebuffed by Thunderbird. He knew that what the other party said was true. The reward offered by the Hag when she found them was very attractive. One job was worth half a year of their usual income.

Before coming, they had also heard about the work content of the Silver Spears, which was basically related to smuggling magical creatures. Smuggling in Northern Europe, especially with the Silver Spears, was indeed very risky, but the rewards were also very high.

The Silver Spears' concerns were the Ministry of Magic in Northern Europe and the Pure Land Society, so it was impossible to find locals. But even foreign wizards, there were many who were willing to accept their conditions, but the recruited personnel were more scattered, not as organized as the Death Eaters and werewolves.

"Sir!" After Thunderbird retorted Otis, the Hag interjected, "What should we do with these werewolves? Should we continue to hire them, or should we just drive them away?"

"The leader of those werewolves should have woken up by now. Go and release him, and ask them what they think. If they don't want to do it, then let them get out quickly. It doesn't matter if we're short a few people." Thunderbird nodded dismissively towards the wall opposite.

Then he leisurely strolled to the restaurant next door, and added indifferently with his back to the Hag and the others, "After they have considered it, bring them to see me. Don't cause any more trouble for me."

"Yes, sir!" The Hag replied respectfully. In the club, she was the only one who could maintain such an attitude towards Thunderbird, and she was also one of the few Silver Spears that Thunderbird wouldn't mock.

After seeing Thunderbird leave the main hall, Otis couldn't help but frown and approached the Hag, lowering his voice, "What's wrong with your superior? Why is he so bad-tempered, as if everyone owes him money?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Axley." The Hag replied with a slightly apologetic tone, "Thunderbird's personality has always been more direct. You'll get used to it. But you've also seen his strength, haven't you? With him here, this operation isn't as dangerous as you think."

Get used to it? Otis shrugged his lips speechlessly after hearing this. This job may not be so dangerous, but the process probably won't be so worry-free.

After comforting Otis slightly, the Hag turned around and came to Fenrir's side. He was still trapped on the wall by Thunderbird's Transfiguration.

"Roar!" Although Fenrir was still not free, he couldn't stand this humiliation. "Let me down, I want to let that bastard see the wrath of the werewolves!"

"Lord Greyback, I think you should calm down." The Hag looked at the out-of-control werewolf and sighed helplessly, "No matter how many times you try, you can't possibly be Lord Thunderbird's opponent."

"Then I can't let him humiliate us like this! I must make him pay!" Fenrir was still angry at this time, grinning hideously, revealing his sharp fangs.

"It seems that at least Lord Thunderbird was right about one thing, you still haven't recognized the current situation." The Hag was not in a good mood either, and immediately shouted coldly, "Fenrir, I approached you because we had a good cooperative foundation in the past. Don't force me to change my mind. If you still can't clear your head, then I can only ask you to leave."

Otis also came to the side at this time. Although he couldn't say that he had a good relationship with these werewolves, he had some friendship with them, so he also advised, "Yes, Fenrir, now is not the time for you to be petty."

After saying that, he deliberately lowered his voice and leaned close to Fenrir's ear, "You've also seen the strength of that Silver Spear. He didn't even draw his wand, and you were defenseless. It will only be you who suffer if you rashly clash with him."

"And I think that person's personality seems to be born so arrogant. I was just watching from the side, and didn't say anything, but didn't I still get scolded by him? I think that person is mentally abnormal. You really don't need to take him so seriously."

"In addition, the reward for this mission is not low. Are you going to give it up like this? If you don't consider it for yourself, you have to consider it for the other werewolves, right?"

Before in England, Fenrir had contact with the Death Eaters, and even had a close cooperation, so Otis could be considered familiar with him.

So Otis thought that since they were both hired to complete the mission, it would be better to be with Fenrir, an acquaintance. At least they knew each other better, so he was particularly attentive when he advised him.

After hearing Otis's words, Fenrir's expression slowly became tangled. Indeed, the current situation of their werewolf clan was becoming more and more difficult. Usually, they were deeply discriminated against by those wizards, and some would even beat them up.

In other places, werewolves have no means of making a living at all. Even dark wizards don't like to deal with them. Now it's just a continuation of the previous situation.

The reason why Fenrir was so angry this time was not only because Thunderbird humiliated him, but also because they lost so badly. It was simply as embarrassing as being cursed and then having someone shit on their head.

In the past, Fenrir would launch bloody revenge when he was insulted, but this time they couldn't resist the other party's strength at all. This was the reason why he was so resentful.

"Okay, I can accept the previous conditions and continue to work for you, but don't expect me to give that bastard a good look!" Although Fenrir said so, the sinister look in his eyes did not diminish at all. Obviously, he had not completely let go, but had temporarily buried his resentment in his heart.

"That's right, we should take a long-term view. Although Lord Thunderbird has a bad temper, as long as you don't provoke him, nothing will happen." The Hag didn't care about Fenrir's resentful eyes, because she knew whether these people would be able to come back alive after completing this mission was still up in the air.

After casting a spell to release Fenrir from the wall, the Hag took out a few bottles of potions from her body and handed them out, "These are some tonics, give them to those who are injured. After everyone's condition has recovered, let's go see Lord Thunderbird."

Fenrir and Otis took the potions and hurried to take care of the injured wizards. After discovering that their injuries were quite serious, they felt a little annoyed. This Thunderbird didn't know the severity of his attacks at all. Several wizards and werewolves suffered serious internal injuries.

Fortunately, the potions provided by the Hag, who was a potions professor, had a good effect. Although they couldn't recover immediately, they could at least ensure that they could move without hindrance.

After a while, the Hag gathered all these employees together and led them to Thunderbird.

"Sir, everyone is here. They all said they are willing to continue working." The Hag said softly, looking at Thunderbird not far away.

"Everyone accepted? I thought some of you would be very backbone." Thunderbird glanced around contemptuously, still not forgetting to say a mocking word.

"You..." Fenrir couldn't help but hear that this was said to him, but he also knew that the current werewolf clan really needed this reward, so even though he was furious, he still didn't retort, just turned his head unhappily.

"Sir, please don't continue to provoke them, can we start talking about business?" The Hag couldn't stand Thunderbird's cold words and couldn't help but interject.