I am an Auror trainee who has taken three training courses.
Today, I followed the Auror master to sneak into a large gathering of evil dark wizards. The deck of this cruise ship was surrounded by nearly two hundred terrifying and cruel dark wizards. It was covered with blocking spells. The only door was opened by a strong man.
Block.
In such an extremely dangerous place, if we accidentally reveal our identity, the only thing that will greet us is death.
I am not afraid of death because I know that I stand for justice.
To die for justice, I think I should be glorious when I die.
My heart is surging with love for this land, and my veins are surging with loyalty to the Ministry of Magic. In order to uncover this conspiracy organization, to find the mastermind behind it, and for the peace and tranquility of the wizarding world, I will not hesitate to die!
Never imagined……
We actually caught the clues so quickly, and through a large number of clues, we found the real culprit who organized such a large-scale gathering of dark wizards!
That is……
I!
——"Confessions of a Loyal Auror" Anthony Weiss
——Volume 1: The story that I and the Auror Office have to tell. Chapter 1: I am really not the King of Dark Wizards
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At such a moment, I clearly realized that if I didn’t want to pay for the fan behavior, if I didn’t want to go back to that terrifying and dark Azkaban, if I didn’t want to lose this hard-earned glorious Auror shoulder strap...
Yes, I realized that I should do something.
Since they admire me so much, maybe I can do something for them, such as advising them to become good British citizens, work hard to get rich, be enthusiastic and sincere, be humble and elegant, abide by the law, be a real person, and live a real life.
Life.
Maybe I can.
Take this opportunity to bring some beautiful changes to this world.
Looking at their sincere faces, I thought these people had just gone astray. They were not as lucky as me to have been taught by so many famous teachers. They were struggling at the bottom of the wizarding society and had no direction at all in their lives.
They need a loving person to help them!
Pull them out of the muddy swamp and bring them back to the world to feel the warmth.
So with the longing for a beautiful light, I put down the hood of the wizard's robe that obscured my face, and walked up with my head held high, full of justice, and strode forward...
——Chapter 2 The Bell of the New Era
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There are many people who are as confused as Anton and old Ronaldo.
Not everyone was a loyal fan of Anton. A bald man with tattoos walked up, his loose wizard robe stretched open by his muscles, like a moving bear.
"It's simply ridiculous. You tricked me here just to get us to join you and devote our loyalty to a child?"
Cheng Liang's bald head sparkled in the sun, and the black tattoos on it looked very ferocious, and he looked particularly ferocious. He stood at the front single-handedly, and was not afraid of so many enthusiastic fans.
"Haha~ Keaton, I will never be able to see the light of wisdom in your head." Witch Hester looked at him coldly, "You are like a barbarian who walked out of the ice field. I really doubt you.
He's a wizard."
"Hahahaha..." The bald man Keaton laughed, raising his thick arm and pointing at Witch Hester, "Everything is just your conspiracy. I can see it. You are manipulating it in the name of others.
These idiots work for you."
"Why are you offering your loyalty to Wes? Do you know how terrifying the river troll is? I think you want everyone to die and help you get this mandrake, right?"
The people around became noisy, fanatic fans yelled at Wizard Keaton, rational people began to doubt the purpose of Witch Hearst, and those who hesitated chose to watch indifferently.
Old Ronaldo breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his head. He had just thought that he had fallen into the trap of a dark wizard, and was doubting that he would be cut into pieces and thrown into the sea by Anton's command.
He looked at Anton's innocent eyes and couldn't help but smile, "So that's it, I thought..."
Anton spread his hands and said, "If I didn't come, I wouldn't know that someone would do such a thing in my name."
"Indeed!" Old Ronaldo waved his fist, "It's simply too hateful."
Anton nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
"I'll tell you!" The bald and strong wizard Keaton roared and pulled off his wizard robe. His arms full of muscle knots grabbed the sides of the clothes and pulled hard, causing pieces of cloth to fly.
He hammered his chest hard, roared, and turned to face the crowd.
"here!"
He patted the center of his chest vigorously, "I have drawn magic runes all over my body, but here, in the center, I have always left it empty!"
Nice romance novel
"Because I know that I have no backbone, my life is very confused, and I don't know what I want to do!"
"During those years in Azkaban, everything seemed to be overshadowed. I was sucked out of happiness by the dementors, and my life was dark."
"Until then, I saw a light!"
"He walked briskly. Aurors were his loyal servants. Dementors were both afraid and eager to come forward and make love. Those terrible Death Eaters in the past celebrated his departure and mourned his return."
"He just stepped on the light and walked into the depths of my soul, bringing me light and faith!"
Keaton slammed his chest with a loud bang, "I tattooed the mysterious symbol about the 'Wizard Bloodline' written in his book in the middle, and I also tattooed his great name on it - An
East!"
"I am his true believer!"
"And you!"
He pointed his finger at the witch on the ice platform again, "You are just a fake!"
"You have no idea, I was so close to his cell, I heard his holy words, yes, I heard him, he asked the Death Eaters he tortured to call him Anton instead of
Here comes Anthony Weiss!”
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You fake fans!"
Old Ronaldo originally held Anton in his arms, intending to express his closeness to cover up the embarrassment of secretly pointing his wand at his apprentice. Listen, listen...
His whole body froze.
this……
He swallowed, his whole body became hairy, and his whole head was buzzing.
He didn't even dare to move, not even lowering his arm, nor continuing to hold it. He only felt that his whole hand was burning...
If he had retired a long time ago and stopped coveting the free coffee beans, wouldn't he not have to go through all this?
Anton blinked in confusion.
He originally thought that the bald man was here to expose the witch's scam, but what he said turned into a show of loyalty, and what he said turned into an argument about "who is the most loyal fan of 'My King'?"
Now, how can I ask him to explain clearly?
no!
This is simply too scary.
Anton has experienced some big events on the Internet in his previous life. Those terrible fans will always do some tricks, and they want his idol to pay for them.
But damn, he doesn’t know anything about it.
If old Ronaldo hadn't brought him for training this time, how would others view him after this incident?
How would you view hundreds of dark wizards carrying such a huge mandrake, which symbolizes the two-hundred-year friendship between the British and French ministries of magic, and sent it to Hogwarts?
What a perfect social death scene.
Anton was so excited that he decided not to let such a terrible thing happen.
He lifted up the huge hood of the wizard's robe and shouted, "I am Anthony Weiss."
"..."
Well, no one paid any attention to him and everyone was still arguing like crazy about who was Anthony Weiss's most loyal fan.
Hold the grass!
Anton's face turned cold, he pulled out his wand, and countless mist erupted, spreading everywhere in an instant.
"All petrified!"
Whisper softly and wave the wand gently.
As if a breeze was blowing by, the milky white light surged like mist. It seemed extremely slow, but it covered the entire deck in an instant.
Everything that was originally noisy next to the swimming pool fell silent for an instant. Everyone was unable to move and could only watch with fixed eyes as a color similar to stone appeared on the wizard next to him in the field of vision.
Quiet, so quiet for a moment that you could hear the faint sound of waves blocked by the defensive spell.
Card.
Card.
Card.
Anton walked gently and stepped on the petrified ground. The water stains splashed from the swimming pool and the torn fabrics scattered on the ground shattered on the soles of his shoes, making a rustling sound.