The Necromancer of Hogwarts

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There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and Harry mercilessly twisted the big man's arm.

He has been training under Xiang Yu for almost the entire school year, swallowing dragon essence every day, and his physique has changed from what it used to be. Even if he doesn't use magic power, it will not be a problem to deal with such a little gangster.

"Ah!" The big man let out a heart-rending scream and rolled on the ground with his arms covered.

The big man's arms showed an unnatural twist, hanging down weakly. The joints and bones were severely damaged. Even if he was sent to a large hospital for treatment, there would be sequelae.

The big man blocking the way behind Harry saw that the situation was not good and wanted to run away, but Harry, who had a clear face and a strong back, turned his body, grabbed his neck, and kept exerting force with his palms.

Ho, ho, the big man's breathing became extremely difficult, his face turned an iron-blue color from lack of oxygen, and his eyes were full of pain and begging.

Harry looked into his eyes quietly, feeling a sense of pleasure and intoxication welling up in his heart.

"This kind of scum that bullies the weak and fears the strong should not be left in the world."

"I have the power to dominate these people. It's easy. I can do things that ordinary people can't even think of."

The voice beguiled in his mind again: "Yes, yes, Harry! You have such power!"

"You are special, you have talents beyond ordinary people!"

"Use it, and you will be the king of the world! Stop following stupid morals and laws, or worldly will. Rules made by the weak can only restrict the weak. Why should a strong man like you follow such ridiculous laws? "

Harry grinned and slowly exerted force on his hands, with uncontrollable killing intent surging in his eyes.

At this moment, he really wanted to experience the feeling of killing someone.

But maybe it was an accident, a gust of wind blew by, and something fell out of the big man's body, which caught Harry's attention.

This is a bulging wallet.

A strange look flashed in Harry's eyes, but he didn't hesitate. He threw the big man aside and picked up the wallet.

"Hey, you still have a lot of money." Harry nodded with satisfaction and put the wallet in his arms.

It was a good thing that he had almost no Muggle coins on him.

If you have money, you can enjoy it.

It’s been so long since I’ve spent money as I wanted, and I haven’t experienced many things.

Harry chuckled strangely, walked up to the big man whose arm he had just broken, reached into his arms and took out a wallet.

"Tsk, that's it?"

thump.

Harry gave the big man a dissatisfied kick, knocking him unconscious, not taking their injuries seriously at all.

After counting the money he had obtained, Harry had a strange look in his eyes and thought of many things that he had never experienced before.

He took the ID of a big man and hurried to a small hotel.

"Get a room."

The front desk of the hotel was checking the identity. A green light flashed in Harry's eyes, and his voice became soft and seductive: "Hey, look at me here."

The hotel receptionist was stunned, and involuntarily turned his head according to Harry's words, and met Harry's eyes.

Her mind felt dizzy, as if a strange air flow rushed into her mind from Harry's eyes, making her unable to help but want to obey Harry's words.

"There is no problem with my identity. Open a room for me."

The hotel front desk nodded without even confiscating the money and handed over the key: "Yes, there is no problem with your identity. Please take the key."

Harry whistled, even such a small thing brought him a good feeling of pleasure.

This is the feeling of not being bound by worldly rules, it is so wonderful.

The next day, Harry followed the same pattern and took away all the change in the cash register at the hotel front desk.

But the pleasure brought to him by this kind of petty theft has dropped a lot. His mood has no special fluctuations, and he is not satisfied with it.

"hungry."

Harry came to a fancy restaurant in the city.

The prices in the restaurant were very expensive and luxurious, but for some reason, Harry's heartbeat began to speed up again, and he felt happy again.

He didn't restrain his passion and ordered a lot of things, even far beyond his appetite.

He didn't just want to eat, he wanted to spend money, spend money lavishly and without scruples, and spend all the money in one go.

Dishes were served one after another.

Harry took a few bites. These dishes were far inferior to the high-end restaurants that the Dursleys took him to, and they were not as good as the craftsmanship of the house elves at Hogwarts. But in Harry's senses, what he tasted was not food, but food. hapiness.

"It's not nearly enough."

"Those Muggle rich people spend a lot of money. These weak guys can do it. I must at least achieve that kind of enjoyment."

Harry's order quickly filled the table.

He couldn't eat so many dishes by himself, and his eating needs had already been met.

Harry didn't eat much of the food that was served later, he just forked a piece randomly to taste it, or even just put it there to look at.

He just wants to spend money and enjoy it.

At the end, Harry felt that the excitement began to become boring, so he threw his wallet out and left.

But the waiter blocked his way.

"Sir, you ordered so many things, so little money is simply not enough!"

Harry grinned and kicked the waiter.

"Go away, you despicable Muggle, how dare you block my way!"

The waiter covered the injured area and fell to the ground in pain, curling up like a silkworm chrysalis.

More happiness welled up in Harry's heart.

"But it's not enough, not enough."

"How can such happiness be enough? It's far from enough!"

"I want more, I want more!"

He touched his pocket and found that he had no money.

"Oh, yes, I just gave my wallet to the restaurant, and I still have to find a way to get some money."

There was malice in Harry's eyes.

He turned back to the restaurant where he had just finished eating.

The manager of the restaurant was on the phone preparing to call the police, but found Harry back again and was too frightened to move.

Harry laughed: "You want to call the police?"

He picked up a table knife and threw it away.

"Ah!" the restaurant manager screamed loudly, blood gushed out of his hands, and the hand holding the phone was penetrated by a table knife and nailed to the table.

Harry whistled and walked over, and in front of the manager who was crying in pain, he took out the key from him, opened the safe in the restaurant, and put in his arms the thick wad of bills stored inside.

"You are very rich, hahahaha, thank you very much!"

"This much money is enough for me to do something interesting!"