HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

"I heard that..."

Tom didn't pay attention to Bock's face-changing skills and rubbed his fingers unconsciously.

"Mr. Bock's shop not only buys and sells goods, but also intelligence work and some shady commissions are also within your business scope."

Thanks also to the seventh-grade prefect, Sieswell Burke. If he hadn't accidentally revealed a lot of information, Tom wouldn't have made plans in advance and decided to spend the entire holiday in Borgin and Burke's.

Being a mercenary in Bock not only makes money, but also increases practical experience, killing two birds with one stone. The only thing that makes Tom feel awkward is

It seems that Fufu also worked here in the past...

Thinking of this, Tom subconsciously looked at the disappearing cabinet in the corner.

We have to find a way to get this thing. How can we allow anyone to explode Hogwarts' anus at any time through this vanishing cabinet?

Borgin and Burke took a deep look at Tom's changed Michael.

"It seems that the guest was introduced by an acquaintance..."

Not everyone can know his intelligence and hiring business. At least only wizards recognized by him and with a certain level of skill can get in touch with him.

Now Bock is more and more curious about Tom's identity, but he will not rashly choose to touch the other party's secrets.

Tom smiled and said, "Then for the sake of our acquaintance, give me a few tasks that are short in time, close in distance, and high in pay."

"How difficult is it?" Bock asked.

"Difficulty?" Tom smiled. "As long as they don't ask me to assassinate Dumbledore, other tasks are no different to me.

What a big tone!

Burke was amazed in his heart. He could see Tom's strong self-confidence and his arrogant attitude that he didn't care about anyone except Dumbledore.

Tom does have the confidence. At worst, he can just let Andros play as his substitute. A few minutes will be enough to decide everything.

"That's perfect." Bock's fake smile reappeared on his face: "There is indeed a very difficult commission here. I was hesitating whether to take it. Since the client is so confident, I will let you try."

"What commission?" Tom asked curiously.

Bock produced a sheet of silver paper.

"One of my old customers, Mr. Lawes, has been in some trouble recently and is being hunted by international Aurors. The commission requires that you help him escape from the UK. The reward is one thousand Galleons."

International Auror?

Tom was stunned.

This is a big case.

The International Confederation of Wizards is the largest and most influential wizarding organization in the world.

All ministries of magic are members of the Confederation.

Although it cannot interfere in the internal affairs of various countries, it also has its own armed organizations and can ignore national restrictions and enforce the law across regions.

To be hunted by such an organization, he is definitely a big shot.

Tom's curiosity came up: "Can I ask what mistake Mr. Laws made?"

Bock sighed: "He just made a mistake that all men make and slept with the wrong woman.

"May I ask who that woman is..."

The wife of the Deputy Minister of the Ministry."

Tom:

This is the consequence of not being able to control the lower body, the small head controls the big head.

However, Tom still decided to take the task. He was not a vicious dark wizard. He was just a soft-hearted person who could not bear to see others break up a couple.

"Leave the task to me. How should the commission be paid? Should the client give it to me or should you give it to me? And how should I find him?"

Bock pushed the banknote over and said, "The commission is in an anonymous Gringotts account. Your mission will be completed after Royce leaves England. I will give you the vault number and password at that time."

"Light this silver paper and you will be able to teleport to the client's location. Try to be as fast as possible. I don't think he can hold on for much longer."

After listening to what Burke said, Tom nodded, picked up the silver paper and turned away.

From Knockturn Alley to Diagon Alley, out of the Leaky Cauldron, he took a taxi directly back to the Children's Home. Then Tom hid his wand, went to Seth's room, took out a Tom Cat mask and put it on his head.

He still wants to use Michael's identity for a few more days, so he can't just go and save people so brazenly.

When the silver paper began to burn, it was as if a hook hooked Tom's belly button. Immediately, his feet left the ground and flew forward in the whistling cold wind. The scenery in his sight became blurred because of the fast speed, until finally it turned into a white light.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, Tom felt a strong resistance that bounced him out of his high-speed flight, and his feet landed on the ground.

This is a forest. I don't know where exactly it is, but it should be in a county north of London, not outside England.

He looked at the silver paper in his hand and saw that there was still a little bit of it left that had not been burned out.

It was not delivered to its destination, but was stopped by anti-Apparition and Portkey magic.

But the distance was not far. Tom could already hear the explosions coming from the depths of the jungle and the screams of spells cutting through the air. He cast a lightness spell on himself and rushed over quickly.

It didn't take long before they found the two fighting parties.

Three male wizards were besieging another male wizard, and a female wizard was standing farther away to provide support.

Tom did not act rashly, but instead attacked the wizard who was watching first.

He is not handsome and is a bit short, about 1.75 meters tall, and seems to be even shorter than Mrs. Greengrass.

Can you be the next door boss under these conditions?

Tom even suspected that he had found the wrong person.

The besieged wizard was in danger, trying his best to resist the curse. Several accessories on his body were glowing. They were alchemical props that could be used in battle. "Each one was very valuable.

The besiegers had already noticed Tom. The most relaxed witch stared at him and shouted warily: "International Auror is handling the case. You have nothing to do here. Get out of here!"

Tom ignored her warning and asked the besieged wizard, "Is that Mr. Lawes?"

"It's me, it's me!" the man shouted, ducking to avoid another spell: "Are you the one with that old man, Man! You're finally here!"

Any helpers?

Several international Aurors immediately became alert. Tom no longer hesitated, raised his wand and cast a few spells.

The three people, who had been on guard for a long time, immediately released the Iron Armor Spell to stop the curse, but the offensive was forced to stop.

"Everyone, please give me a favor and let Mr. Laws leave England safely."

Tom walked into the battlefield step by step, and Rouse hurried over. When the two were twenty steps away, Tom signaled him to stop as well.

The most important thing when you are out there is not to trust anyone, even your client.

A fat wizard panted, stared at Tom fiercely and threatened: "Do you want to become a fugitive like him, wizard? If you leave now, I can pretend that nothing happened.

Tom sighed, "I'm sorry, I don't want to get into trouble with you cops, but Mr. Laws gave me too much."

"Great, brother." Rouse cheered loudly: "I like your money-obsessed personality!"

There was no point in talking any more. After confirming Tom's position, the four Aurors took decisive action.

Laser-like red lights shuttled through the air, cutting through the thick fog.

The witch who was originally responsible for the coordination dealt with Tom, while the other three continued to harass Ross.

Tom raised his hand and deflected a spell.

"Such weak magic, are you really an Auror?" he said in surprise.

Compared with the magic cast by Snape, this magic was simply a spoiled one, so Tom used a little more magic power, and the spell went too far, and did not fly towards the other three Aurors according to the trajectory he had imagined.

"Are you insulting me?!" the female Auror was angry.

Just duel, why do you have to make personal attacks?!

"I'm just stating the facts."

Tom reacted with a few spells. The female Auror wanted to imitate him and cast a flying spell, but she was blown away, her body thrown high into the air and landed on the ground. Another stunning spell followed. She quickly rolled over to avoid the stunning spell, and cast a spell while rolling.

Tilting his head to avoid a red surveillance, Tom pointed his wand at a big tree and raised it. The tree was uprooted and smashed towards the female Auror.

"Blast to pieces!" A male Auror saw his companion fall into a disadvantage so quickly and rushed to help. The thick tree was blown into countless pieces.

Now they had to divide their forces to deal with Tom, and the situation suddenly became two 1V2.

The lack of one person did not relieve the pressure on Rouse. His actual combat ability was not strong. He could only hold on until now by spending money and wearing all kinds of equipment...

There was no change on Tom's side either. Two people were beaten by him, even worse than Ross. Soon the female Auror's robe was torn to shreds, revealing a little bit of her underwear.

"You're actually going out topless in this kind of weather?" Tom exclaimed. He didn't expect that the city could play so wildly.

"a**hole! My wizard robe has a heat-insulating effect! I was wearing underwear! And you broke it!"

The female Auror was furious. This wizard robe cost her 100 Galleons, almost a month's salary!

If two people are not enough, then use three. If three people are not enough, then use four.

In the end, Ross was simply left alone. Four well-trained Aurors attacked Tom without any moral principles and were ruthless, using high-powered magic.

This is not just a simple addition problem. Aurors are not only trained in individual combat, but also in teamwork, which is an essential ability for them.

The four of them occupied four positions, which enabled them to support each other and not give Tom a chance to attack in a group. It seemed that they had stabilized the situation.

Ross did not take this opportunity to escape, the anti-Apparition array had not yet lost its effect, and he still had the tracking spell on him. Even if he ran away now, he would still be caught up if Tom was dealt with. He took the opportunity to rest and recover some magic power before helping.

But Tom had no intention of giving Rouse a chance to make a move.

After a period of testing, he found out...these four people were really weak.

Snape lied to him?

Is this level enough to be an Auror?

Tom actually didn't know that different people have different standards for passing.

The full score is 100. Some people may think that 90 is a passing score, but some people are happy and satisfied with 50.

The same is true for Aurors. Snape's criteria are completely different from those of the Ministry of Magic. The Aurors he mentioned are elites like Kingsley...

The others...are either trash or nothing.

The four people sent to chase Ross were just rookies who had just joined the company a few years ago, and the oldest was only three thousand years old.

"That's it."

Tom, who had already determined that he had overestimated his enemy, lost his patience for delay. The ball of light that had appeared during the battle with Snape reappeared, jumped above his head, and shot a red beam of light at the female Auror.

"Iron armor protection!"

The wave of magic hit her, and her armor spell only lasted for a moment before it was shattered. She was sent flying backwards again, and this time she fell directly to the ground and passed out.

Then this thick column of magic light lashed towards the other three people like a whip.

This is one of the advanced magics taught by Andros, without any fancy tricks.

It is only highly concentrated and compressed magic power that moves according to the caster's will, and can attack 3.0 or defend.

Even Snape was jealous and took out several magic spells he created himself and wanted to exchange them with Tom, but was rejected by Tom.

"If you don't have the individual strength, it's useless even if you have good cooperation."

Two and a half seconds later, the other three Aurors also lost their ability to resist. Tom cast disarming spells one after another, and the wands of several Aurors spun and flew back into his hands.

Ross stared at the Aurors who fell to the ground, and then looked at Tom who was selling wands wholesale.

Where did this old man Burke find such tough guys that he could defeat a well-trained Auror team in just a few rounds?

"Damn!bro, you are so awesome!" Royce quickly flattered him.

Tom looked at him strangely: "You are obviously white, why do you speak with a West Coast accent?"

"You know the West Coast?" Royce was even more surprised. He looked at Tom as if he was looking at a fellow rapper: "I learned it from those Muggle rappers. How about I learn it?

Is it similar?"

"Not nearly as good as them."

"Well, I'll have to keep trying. Royce sighed, looked at Tom's wand, which he hadn't put down yet, and asked in a pleading tone: "Brother, what's the matter with this?"

Please stop, they are just hunting me, don't kill anyone.

Tom tilted his head and said strangely: "I would be crazy to kill the International Aurors. Even if you want to kill them, they will stop you. For a thousand Galleons, you want me to form an alliance with the International Confederation of Wizards.

personal enmity?"

"Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

Rolls:

Well, he was just being sentimental.