bookbashuk Chapter 116 The Client: You're Going a Bit Too Extreme
Chapter 116 The Client: You're Going a Bit Too Extreme
Chapter 117 Client: You're going a bit too far (1/4)
The screams gradually ceased inside the clam bar, leaving only deathly silence.
Daily Prophet reporter Mike Arthur peeked out from behind a trash can, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Oh my god! What... what's going on?!
Is this some new broom sweeping clean?!
Knockturn Alley has always been a scourge on the wizarding world, but it is entangled with various forces, so the Ministry of Magic has always turned a blind eye to it.
But I never expected that today....
This is definitely because they've angered some powerful force, and they're here to wipe out the entire family!
Mike, with his nose flared, sensed a major bombshell.
In his mind, the image of his article brutally killing that vile woman Rita had already surfaced.
He crouched down and cautiously approached.
Peek through the broken window and look inside.
That one look almost made him vomit on the spot!
This is hell on earth! It's absolutely hell on earth!
None of the dark wizards who remained in the tavern survived; they were all tortured and killed in extremely cruel ways.
If the kiss of the Dementor is the most severe punishment for the mind.
At that moment, the most cruel and terrifying punishment would be inflicted on the body.
Mike recognized one of the dead men as a wanted criminal recently featured in the newspaper.
Just because they made eye contact with someone on the street, he pulled out a magic wand from behind his back, took that person's life, and destroyed several families.
Because of their skill in facial distortion and their cautious nature, the capture operation was very difficult.
Now it's all good, we don't need to catch them anymore.
He went straight to Merlin.
"Hey! It looks like it!"
Mike spat on the ground and muttered a curse.
He calmed himself down and slowly walked inside, cautiously snapping photos while excitedly clicking away.
"The lamp... is [Mr. Lamp]..."
"
Ok?
Mike caught a faint sound on the floor.
However, before he could ask any further questions, the voice went silent.
Mr. Lamp...?
I've never heard of that before.
With a sense of doubt, Mike walked deeper into the tavern.
He stepped over a tall corpse and peered through a door.
"!"
Mike gasped, quickly closed his eyes, muttered Merlin's name, made the sign of the cross on his chest, and bowed in prayer to the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West. He was a Muggle-wizard hybrid and often frequented Chinatown near Rue du Roosevelt.
Wait until you've accumulated enough merit.
Mike opened his eyes and mustered up the courage to go in and take pictures.
Suddenly, I noticed a familiar figure lying in the corner.
"Huh? That's—Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart?!"
Mike panicked and rushed over, crouching down and shaking Lockhart's shoulder anxiously.
"Mr. Lockhart! Mr. Lockhart! Wake up!"
Oh, oh? What's wrong with me...?
"Thank you, Merlin, you're still alive! Mr. Lockhart, look at me, I'm here—"
"Oh, huh?"
"One, two, three, one—cheese!"
"Click!"
A blinding white light flashed by, forever freezing Lockhart's most ruthless moment.
Under Lockhart's bewildered gaze, Mike looked at the camera in his hand with satisfaction, thinking confidently to himself:
This prize money is definitely his!
The Marquez House.
"Young...Young Master, there is a letter for you..." the house-elf said fearfully and respectfully.
"Put it there!"
The wealthy young man, who was also the one who placed the commission in the newspaper after the alleyway was overturned, was impatiently shouted by Márquez, "I won't even look at it."
He rested his hands on his head, his hair a mess like a bird's nest, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the newspaper spread out in front of him, looking extremely anxious and terrified.
This greatly worries the house-elf Miki.
"Ever since reading the Daily Prophet this morning, the young master hasn't smiled again..."
"Bad Miki, you brought the young master a bad newspaper, bad Miki!"
"Snapped!"
A sharp crack rang out, and the shouting abruptly ceased.
Apparition has disappeared.
Márquez stared intently at the front page of the Daily Prophet, muttering to himself:
"How could this happen... total annihilation? No, this must just be a coincidence... it has nothing to do with me..."
The front-page report read:
[The End of the Dark Wizard of Knockturn Alley] (a major documentary series)
[It is suspected that some dark wizards have provoked a large, unknown organization, resulting in their deaths. According to the Aurors' count, at least seventeen corpses were found at the scene, in a gruesome manner, initially determined to be a case of vigilante justice...]
[...The mysterious Mr. Lamp, with just a slight movement, wiped out an entire tavern full of dark wizards, and even easily defeated the renowned wizard Gilderoy Lockhart!]
Although the latter repeatedly and strongly asserted that the opponent used cunning sneak attacks and that he deliberately lost...
The other student who came with Lockhart has been contacted and is currently safe and sound.
[Reported by MacArthur, our correspondent]
Seventeen dark wizards?!
The rich young man, Márquez, felt dizzy.
Even at the height of the mysterious figure's power, it was rare for seventeen people to die at once!
So, what exactly is this "Mr. Lamp"...? It shouldn't have anything to do with his request, right?
All Márquez knew was that Gilderoy Lockhart and another person had taken on his commission.
The other person's letter was unsigned; it simply asked him to send the details of the commission to him.
Could it be that...?
"No, it shouldn't be."
Marquez stood up anxiously and muttered:
"What merit do I possess to warrant the intervention of the head of such a large organization... This is merely a minor request..."
Thinking this way, he felt a little better.
Turning my head, I saw the letter on the cabinet and walked over to it.
He held up the letter, looking at the blank, unsigned envelope with a mixture of doubt and impatience.
"Who sent it? Was it one of those hyena-like reporters again...?"
Marquez suddenly froze, standing there motionless, his face turning deathly pale in an instant.
The opened letter slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
There was a single, concise sentence written on it:
Your request has been successfully completed; your payment is pending.
【—Mr. Lamp】
"Miki!!"
"Snapped!"
"Young Master! Are you alright? What happened to you?!"
"Don't touch me!"
Marquez flung the elf's hand away, braced himself against the cabinet, covered his face, and said in utter terror:
"Go, go to Gringotts and get the money... one thousand, no, just two thousand Galleons!"
"Young Master!"
The house-elf stared wide-eyed.
Two thousand Galleons!
This is definitely not a small amount.
Who exactly is this person... that could cause such panic in the usually fearless young master...?
"Yes, young master! Mickey will take care of it immediately!"
With a snap, the house-elf vanished.
When writing a reply, be sure to use careful and respectful language.
Marquez knelt down to the desk, plopped down, and was covered in sweat.
All that's left is to pray to Merlin.
...Unexpectedly, after the mysterious man, there was such a terrifying and mysterious organization.
Grindelwald, who has ties to Dumbledore; the enigmatic British man; and now, the merciless "Mr. Lamp"...
Ok.
Move to Germany and inherit the dull and uninteresting family business.
The British magical community is incredibly weird.