It was just... why did these screams sound so... off?
Two fat sheep had gone in, but it sounded like a dozen people were screaming.
Jamie, the burly man, frowned.
Amid the noisy clamor of the pub, he pressed close to the wooden door, listening carefully.
Two seconds later.
That wasn't right!
Jamie's eyes widened; these were clearly the screams of those Dark Wizards!
And the screams were incredibly shrill, like fingernails scraping glass, making one's heart tremble.
They'd actually been counter-killed?!
Jamie was shocked.
Could it be that the flamboyant wizard, who looked like a peacock, had been playing possum, pretending to be scared just to catch them all in one fell swoop?!
His acting was too good!
It was terrifying!
Jamie launched himself forward with a kick, physically using Alohomora to bang open the door.
In an instant.
His eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the dimness of the room.
An incredibly strong smell of rust, like a wall, assailed him!
By the light spilling in from the pub.
Jamie, a tall man of 1.9 meters, froze in place, his brain momentarily stalled due to a protective reflex.
Although he had shed a lot of blood in his life.
He had never seen such a terrifying scene.
Like splashed paint, large patches of red liquid were splattered on the floor, walls, and even the ceiling.
It was as if he had fallen into a crimson Hell.
Dark Wizards lay strewn about on the ground.
Their robes and the flesh beneath were cut into strips by sharp glass, making it impossible to discern their original appearance.
And from their fallen positions, Jamie instinctively deduced a terrifying fact—they had actually killed each other.
No magic was used; in fact, this didn't even look like a human method; it was more like the slaughter of a group of irrational beasts!
"Ah, ah ah..."
Jamie stumbled backward on his knees, but his legs gave out, and he fell onto his backside.
He lowered his head, only to meet the gaze of a raised face.
That face was smeared with "ketchup," its mouth stretched into an extreme, twisted grin.
However.
In those eyes, which seemed almost to bulge out of their sockets, there was a palpable fear!
"Hehe, we're all sacrifices, sacrifices... No, save me, save me...
"We're all going to die—!!"
The wizard stretched out a hand like withered wood and gripped Jamie's ankle tightly!
"Ahhh, get off me—all of you, fly away!!"
Jamie was scared out of his wits; he shot a spell, sending the wizard flying.
His coarse shouts gradually quieted the pub's clamor, and people looked at him strangely and mockingly.
A wizard quipped:
"What's wrong? Seen a ghost? Hahaha!"
Jamie would rather have seen a ghost.
Even a ghost returned from the dead would be more normal than what he was seeing now!
W-what exactly is going on?!
This is simply not something a human can do!
Did they really summon some demon? Triggered an evil curse?
Where did those two fat sheep go?
Jamie looked to the side, then froze.
Because he saw.
The blond wizard he had mistaken for playing possum was also sprawled on the ground, unconscious.
Hmm?
Where did the child go—
"Pat."
A small, corpse-cold hand rested on Jamie's shoulder from behind.
In an instant.
Jamie felt all the hairs on his body stand on end.
Wh-when...
The presence behind him slowly drew closer, warm breath caressing his neck.
Jamie didn't dare move or make a sound, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Then, a voice as soft as a spring breeze whispered in his ear:
"Pray, nia~?"
"Ahhh!!!"
Jamie spun around, swinging an elbow, but it hit a barrier harder than concrete, causing instant agony in his bones.
He saw that one of the "fat sheep," the seemingly innocent and noble-looking young dark-haired master, was smiling down at him.
"Bang!"
In the pub, a fierce-looking wizard threw his cup down, stood up, pointed his wand at Ethan, and cursed angrily:
"What the hell are you trying to—"
"Roar!"
The mountain-like Hellhound raised its head, thudding heavily onto the ground!
Its dark mane flew, and its six lantern-like orange-red eyes fixed on the wizard.
"—Do whatever I want."
The fierce wizard smoothly sat back down, raising an imaginary cup to drink.
In the dead silence.
Ethan chuckled lightly and said, "I want to hire assassins. Is there anyone among you who has killed at least one person?"
On his tie, the gleaming moonstone reflected a beautiful and expensive luster.
The Dark Wizards looked at each other, then one by one, raised their hands.
There was a sinister-looking old man who grinned slyly and said:
"Smart, knowing to come here for assassins. I specialize in family exterminations. As long as the price is right, I guarantee the money is received and the person is gone. Half price for children, 70% off for Muggles."
"Me, and me! I once caught a lost Muggle boy to experiment with my Dark Arts—those stupid, animal-like Muggles are still putting up missing person posters! Hahaha!"
"Boss, look at me! I only need one Galleon per person, no, 12 Sickles per person will do!"
"You damn—"
In the pub, the Dark Wizards, thinking Ethan was a big client, enthusiastically recommended themselves.
Only a few, perhaps those who hadn't killed anyone, or perhaps those with developed sixth senses, quietly slipped out of the pub.
Ethan didn't bother with them.
He just surveyed the mad faces in the pub and asked:
"In your eyes, human lives are cheaper than Galleons, right?"
A Dark Wizard laughed on the spot and shouted, "Boss! Stop testing us! The brothers who stayed are all capable of great things!"
They didn't see Jamie, lying on the ground, with his terrified expression.
Having received an affirmative answer.
Ethan suddenly smiled brightly, his whole body radiating a faint glow under the light.
He patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief:
"That's good, that's good."
"Then I... won't lose merit."
Ethan raised his hand towards the Hellhound and said gently:
"Leave no one."
"Roar!!!"
The Hellhound excitedly raised its heads, glaring at the instantly frozen expressions of its prey, flexing its limbs, muscles bulging.
The next second.
It sprang out violently!
Blood splattered!
"Ahhhhh—"
Screams immediately echoed throughout the entire pub!
Ethan watched this scene with pleasure, as if seeing large sums of money flowing into his pockets with a rustle.
So many people, surely enough to satisfy your request, Mr. Client.
"You, you tricked us!" a Dark Wizard roared incredulously, "You insidious and cunning demon! Who exactly are you?!"
The people here were not highly educated, and very few of them read the Daily Prophet.
Additionally, Dumbledore had protected Ethan's appearance and privacy, not allowing Rita the reporter to freely post them.
Therefore, apart from Hogwarts, most of the outside world only knew the name "Ethan Vincent."
But they didn't recognize Ethan's appearance.
Let alone in Knockturn Alley.
Otherwise, Ethan's "pretending to be a fat sheep" plan wouldn't have succeeded so smoothly.
Ethan sincerely introduced himself:
"Hello, sir. My name is Ethan Vincent. I am the one who will lead the world's transformation in the future."
The Dark Wizard was confused: "E-Ethan what—Ah!"
He was bitten and carried away by the Hellhound.
...Illiterate, huh.
Ethan then realized that an easy-to-remember title was more convenient for spreading than one's given name.
For example, everyone knows "Lord Voldemort," but few know "Tom Riddle."
...No, why should he compare himself to Lord Voldemort?
He wasn't some evil and terrifying Dark Lord.
Amidst the screams, Ethan shook his head with amusement.
An easy-to-remember title...
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him.
Ethan's lips curved into a smile.
He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly, and a deep black silk top hat appeared in his hand.
Then, he held the brim, gracefully swept it to his chest, and bowed slightly towards the chaotic scene before him.
His voice echoed clearly in the ears of all the wizards.
"My name is Mr. Lamp."
"I only wish to punish evil and promote good, to spread the glorious light of justice throughout the world with great art."
As he spoke.
A drop of blood splattered near Ethan's feet, staining his shiny leather shoes.
Fools are like moths, greedily and blindly chasing the flame.
And then they will eventually be swallowed by the flame in fear, turning into firewood to light my body.
["Light" brightness increased]
[Title acquired: Mr. Lamp]
[Current spread: Little known]
[Only among some Dark Wizards in Knockturn Alley will your name be fearfully recited]
[Curse Resistance acquired]
[You will be difficult to be enchanted, controlled, or have negative statuses applied by magic]
[Soul fusion increased by 1%]
[48% → 49%]
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