The Return to Hogwarts

A silver flash appeared in the scorching air. Its fleeting, chillingly brilliant light easily suppressed the multicolored spell light, and the sharp buzzing that could pierce eardrums caused the space to tremble violently!

The battle ended quickly, in fact, almost instantly.

Thanatos stared at the Aurors lying on the ground, bleeding from their ears and noses, and quietly opened his mouth.

Amosta approached the group of Aurors, the tip of his swirling wand spewing out wisps of shimmering silver mist. This silver mist, somewhere between reality and illusion, drifted toward the Aurors and entered their brains through their temples.

"What are you doing, Golden Viper? I think we'd better not kill them; it would bring us considerable trouble."

"I'm dealing with the trouble you've caused me, you idiot!"

The Golden Viper, who was meticulously weaving memories, turned around and gave Thanatos a cold glare.

Thanatos seemed to want to defend himself, but considering the strength shown by the Golden Viper, Thanatos said nothing. He shrank his neck in fear, his gaze falling on the bone fragments of the Bone Dragon scattered on the ground, his face contorted with heartache as he cursed incessantly.

The rest of the gang was quickly awakened, and with Thanatos's explanation, they all understood who had saved them from imprisonment.

"Everyone needs to pay me 20% of the profits from this commission as a reward, while you, Thanatos, need to hand over 50%."

Golden Viper's calm words provoked great dissatisfaction among his companions, who loudly protested his domineering attitude. Only Thanatos remained silent, not because he was a man of his word, but because he had witnessed Golden Viper's swift and decisive defeat of a group of Aurors and felt that it was better for him not to provoke this dangerous fellow again.

"Even if we don't give it to you, there's nothing you can do about it, Golden Viper. You can't attack us; it's against the contract!"

In the enraged crowd, a quick-witted fellow shouted angrily, and his words reminded the others.

"Nobody begged you to save us, Viper! You're just being delusional!"

Someone else said with a sneer.

Golden Viper was not surprised by this scene; he was not naive enough to expect these unscrupulous guys to be grateful to him.

"I really cannot lay a hand on you—"

Golden Viper threw out a magical shield that emitted white light, 'protecting' everyone inside, while he himself stood outside the shield.

With a dismissive laugh, Golden Viper said calmly,

“But I can wake these Aurors, and I think they’ll be happy to see you surrender.”

Chapter 100 Revenge does not last overnight

During the handover of the entrusted tasks, another minor conflict occurred.

According to the contract signed when they accepted the commission, Kakus Foley, as the middleman, was to take 20% of the commission from each wizard who accepted the commission as a brokerage fee. However, everyone discovered that Golden Viper had not given Kakus Foley even a single Galleon. As a result, the dark wizards, who had already been exploited once, became angry again. They cornered Kakus under the snakewood signboard and demanded an explanation from him.

Looking at Kakus Foley, who was trembling like a lamb surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves, Golden Viper grinned with satisfaction. This mission took less than a month in total. The process was indeed very arduous, but the rewards were also amazing!

The commission for the mission was two thousand Galleons, plus one thousand from Thanatos, and four hundred Galleons each from the remaining six people, bringing the Golden Viper's earnings from this trip to an astonishing five thousand Galleons!

This is much better than being a professor at Hogwarts, Amostella thought smugly.

“I almost thought I was going to be torn to pieces, Mr. Blaine—”

At this moment, Kakus finally explained the situation clearly. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and walked to Golden Viper with a wry smile.

“This is entirely your own doing, Kakus.”

Once Thanatos had left the commission market, leaving only the two of them in the courtyard enclosed by the low wall, Amosta spoke without any hesitation.

"You should be grateful for my mercy in not causing trouble for your whole family!"

Kakus's bitter smile deepened. To be honest, he was also innocent. Dumbledore had approached him first. Did he have the right to refuse Albus Dumbledore's request?

"Oh, right--"

Having been away for a while, Golden Viper surveyed the changes in the underground world shrouded in green light. When his gaze fell upon the pet market, a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes.

"What happened to that old witch who sold trolls? Is she dead?"

"Yes, I didn't make it through the month --"

Kakus followed the golden viper's gaze, staring at a large, still relatively fresh brown patch on the wall, and said in a nonchalant tone,

"At first, no one noticed. It wasn't until her body started to decompose that they realized she had been dead for several days. After her death, her troll was completely neglected. Having gone hungry for days, the troll went berserk again. It 'disposed' of its master's corpse, but that wasn't enough, so it also ate the house-elves as desserts. Tsk tsk."

Kakus smacked his lips.

"That scene was truly spectacular. A large portion of the house-elves were devoured by the troll, while the remaining elves, terrified, fled in disarray, all escaping from this place. However, they will probably return after a while, since they don't have anywhere else to go."

Where is the troll?

"After being dealt with, it was still hungry and set its sights on other cargo owners' goods. As a result, look, that bloodstain on the wall is itss."

Having just completed a lucrative commission, Golden Viper and Kakus were in a good mood and chatted casually for a few minutes.

"So."

Kakus took out his little notebook from the pocket of his wizard's robe and flipped through it a few times.

"I've recently taken on a few decent cases, and nobody knows about them yet, Mr. Blaine. You can take a look and see."

"No need, Kakus—"

Golden Viper shook his neck, his voice tinged with fatigue, "I'm going to take a rest first. I don't plan to show up here for a while."

Kakus nodded knowingly and put the notebook away.

He had already heard that when Blaine and his group landed, they had a fierce fight with the capture team personally led by Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office. As a result, the 'transport team' was unharmed, while all the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic were recuperating at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries on public funds.

It is foreseeable that in the coming period of time, the Ministry of Magic, having suffered a great loss of face, will take some countermeasures, and everyone, including myself, may be implicated.

However, Kakus was not afraid of the Ministry of Magic coming to him.

First, the Aurors have no evidence to prove that they issued the commission, and they don't know who accepted it. Second, behind this commission are a group of pure-blood families who will not stand idly by, unless they themselves want to be involved in this matter.

Because of Dumbledore's absurd actions, Karkus and Amostella had become somewhat acquainted. They said a brief goodbye, and then Karkus went about his business, while Golden Viper did not choose to leave the Underworld. He strolled towards the trading market, which was lined with dilapidated sheds, at the foot of the stone wall of the underground cave.

Now that we've made money, we should definitely spend it to our heart's content.

After some difficult haggling, Golden Viper acquired several old-looking magic notebooks written in ancient runes from a Greek wizard. The neckless wizard who sold the notebooks told Golden Viper that they had been unearthed from a temple and, after examination, appeared to be the research manuscripts of the legendary 'Despicable Herpo'.

Golden Viper stared at the stack of worm-eaten, pitted manuscripts in his hand and sneered inwardly.

In this small trading market, each wizard's shop has a few legendary artifacts, some of which are even questionable in their very existence, as their 'treasures'.

Just wander around a couple of times, and you might come across several Merlin's staffs or beards, specifically designed to scam novice wizards who have just entered the Underworld or out-of-towners who happen to be passing through England. After all, this underground cavern is rumored to be connected to Merlin, so these fakes can be considered 'local specialties'!

After that, Golden Viper walked to the end of the trading market, where herbs and potion ingredients were sold. Stockpiling materials for brewing mana restoration potions had become a habit for Golden Viper, and he would go there to harvest them every now and then.

The wizards selling the herbs immediately recognized Golden Viper as a 'generous spender', and before he could even ask, they crowded in front of him, eagerly promoting the materials in the bottles and jars.

In the herbal market, in an inconspicuous spot, a stall displayed some worthless and rather ordinary items. A wizard dressed in a faded robe stared at a man who was 'spirited' and was pulling out handfuls of Galleons' worth of golden vipers, his eyes filled with envy.

However, when his gaze swept over the Golden Viper's collar, his malnourished body trembled violently, and the expression on his face behind the mask changed drastically. He didn't even care about the pile of 'junk' on his stall; he suddenly stood up, ran towards the steps, and ran towards the fireplace on the upper floor.

This unusual behavior alerted Golden Viper. He glanced at the wizard's back with a puzzled look, but when he sensed the magic in the man's body, Golden Viper's eyes snapped open. A terrifying aura emanated from his well-proportioned body, immediately stunning the wizard selling his wares in front of him!

Click!

Several bluish-green metal spears flew in as if from the sky. After a clanging sound, the escaped wizard was locked in a metal cage by the golden viper, just like a basilisk in a secret chamber.

"Run again!"

Pushing aside the clueless crowd, Amosta strode to the metal cage. Looking at the pathetic fellow locked inside, Amosta grinned with immense satisfaction!

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Chapter 101 I'll Trick You to Death (Please Subscribe and Read On)

"--Gilead Lockhart, an internationally renowned figure and bestselling author, recipient of the Order of Merlin, Order of the Black Order, Honorary Member of the League Against the Dark Arts, and former Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was detained by the Ministry of Magic following an anonymous tip. At 9:00 AM today, the Wizengamor Court completed its trial of Gilderoy Lockhart. According to sources within the Ministry of Magic, Gilderoy Lockhart could face a maximum sentence of fifteen years in prison on multiple charges."

The front page of the emergency edition of the Daily Prophet featured a large paragraph of text alongside a photograph of Lockhart.

Compared to the photos in previous public publications, Lockhart looked much more miserable in this newspaper.

His hair was disheveled, he wore magical chains, and a prison uniform that was a size too big for him. His teeth were yellow, his beard was unkempt, and his blue eyes showed obvious confusion, as if he couldn't understand why he had suddenly ended up in this state!

This is probably the last time Gilderoy Lockhart will make headlines. Amosta's eyes were filled with laughter as he tossed aside his newspaper and looked at Remus Lupin, who was originally a refined gentleman but was now practically wolfing down a ferret sandwich.

The round coffee table was already full of empty plates. Noticing Amosta's gaze, Lupin swallowed the food in his mouth and gave an apologetic smile.

"I imagine I must look terrible right now—"

Amostah pursed his lips indifferently, staring intently at the patches on Lupin's wizard robe, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Your skills are not bad, Lupin. I don't understand why you've ended up like this?"

Lupin seemed about to say something, but he suddenly noticed that the bar owner, Tom, was walking towards them with two glasses of sherry, so he quickly shut his mouth.

After the bar owner respectfully placed down two glasses of dark, thick, and sweet liquor and turned to walk away, Lu Ping rubbed his graying hair, lowered his voice, and said with a wry smile, "..."

“You know who I am, Mr. Blaine. Outside, no one would willingly hire a dangerous werewolf who can't work for a period of time every month—”

"In the underground commission market, some tasks are not particularly complicated. With your abilities, completing them should be a piece of cake."

Amosta leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and tilted his head to continue asking the question.

Lupin's face visibly darkened. He didn't immediately answer Amosta's question, but stared at the half-eaten sandwich on his plate. The silence lasted a long time, until even Amosta began to grow impatient. Only then did Lupin open his mouth with a bitter expression.