"Justice"

"It turns out that someone from the Aiken Family has been arrested..." Upon receiving this news, Sean instinctively chose to be suspicious.

Old Man Aiken, the current head of the Aiken Family who lost his left hand, had previously supported the Wizarding United Guard, which was still in its formation at the time. Sean almost assumed that he was a high-ranking member of the organization.

As a result, this guy's own uncle was arrested by the Guard Corps?

Sean approached Hugo, a native of Paris, hoping to get some information from him.

"That news this morning? Of course I saw it." Hugo said to Sean somewhat vaguely, popping an unknown snack into his mouth.

"Do you know anything about the Aiken family?"

Hugo swallowed his food hastily, then pulled Sean to a more secluded corner. "President, I've heard about Aiken. With his personality, he'll definitely want revenge on you. What, are you planning to strike first?"

Sean shrugged. "We'll talk about taking action later. Now, give me some information?"

Hugo nodded. "I told you about the Aiken Family's background last time. You mentioned today's news—you want to find out about the interpersonal relationships within the Aiken Family?"

"That's one way to understand it."

"Actually, there aren't many interpersonal relationships. Although the Aiken family is powerful enough, they don't have many offspring, which is common knowledge in the Paris Wizarding World. Besides Old Man Aiken and his family of three, Old Man Aiken also has two cousins, one cousin, and two uncles. I can't be sure about the specific relationships, but on the surface, the relationships within the other family are quite harmonious."

Hugo peeked out and, after making sure no one was around, whispered, "Everyone in Paris knows about Steve Jobs Aiken's arrest, which was in today's newspapers."

"Why do you say that?" Sean asked curiously.

"He's not quite right in the head. He's attacked Muggle and even Half-blood Wizard more than once or twice. Every time, Old Man Aiken helped him suppress it. There aren't many people in the Paris Wizarding World. Wizards with even a little bit of connections and information channels know what kind of person that guy is. I bet a lot of people are secretly cheering that he's been arrested this time."

"He was arrested, Old Man Aiken didn't say anything?"

Hugo shrugged. "I don't know about that. It happened this morning, and I haven't received any mail from home."

"Let me know if you hear anything?"

Hugo gave an OK sign. "I'll write back and ask, and I'll let you know at the next gathering."

"Thank you, Hugo."

"Don't mention it—by the way," Hugo rubbed his hands together with a fawning smile, "I provide intelligence to our club, so wouldn't you say that's a contribution?"

Sean patted the other man's broad shoulder and said seriously, "Of course—I have a feeling you will be the first person in our Golden Dawn to be promoted to a core member."

"Really?!" Hugo's eyes lit up. "Then, that spell?"

"All I can say is that I'm getting closer and closer to you," Sean, offering him a rosy picture.

It wasn't that he wanted to renege on his debt, but the key issue was that he had obtained the spells from Grindelwald himself, and he needed Grindelwald's approval before he could teach them to others. If he didn't get permission, Sean decided to teach the other party other fire-type spells to pay off the debt.

After bidding farewell to the eagerly awaiting Hugo, Sean headed towards the Owlery. He had previously ordered several books from other countries, including "A History of Magic" and "The Sacred Clan," hoping to learn more about the subject.

Sean thought about it and realized it wasn't enough, so he decided to buy a few more books.

He had just come out of the Owlery when he encountered an annoying face.

Fabian Aiken.

This guy has recently become obsessed with provoking Sean, and he seems to have completely let go of the humiliation of being hung from the chandelier by Sean —he spread the news that Sean was the murderer.

The other party no longer cared about the shame that Sean's identity as a 'second-year student' brought him; his only goal now was revenge, and he didn't care about sacrificing his own dignity for it.

"Wallerup, we meet again." Aiken's voice was light and airy.

Sean glanced at him, shook his head casually, and then walked away.

Aiken and his henchmen stepped aside, blocking Sean's path.

Are you going to run away now?

Sean sighed helplessly, "Are you bored, Aiken?"

He was indeed a bit annoyed by this annoying guy. In Newmontgard, the other party dared not do anything to him, but he also had no way to defeat him.

Under these circumstances, the best option is to avoid him altogether—but Fabian Aiken is like a piece of chewing gum that he can't shake off. Every time he sees Sean, he has to come up and say some harsh words, even though Sean has no way to retaliate right now.

"Wallerup— " Aiken licked his lips morbidly, "You and I both know very well that I can't take revenge on you now, and you can't deal with me anymore. Verbal entanglements seem to be meaningless."

"Hmm, so you did this just to disgust me?" Sean said expressionlessly.

"That's right," Aiken nodded happily. "Wallerup, just like you said, I'm bored. Thanks to you, the morale of my club has collapsed, and I don't have so many things to deal with."

As he spoke, he raised his hand again, the arm that Sean had once broken hanging limply at his sides.

"Look, my injury hasn't fully healed yet, but the medical office gave me a sick leave certificate, so I can skip a lot of classes. You see, I have plenty of time now."

Sean blinked. "I'm afraid you've misunderstood. Your injury has nothing to do with me."

"Very cautious, leaving no room for doubt," Aiken leaned closer, his eyes narrowing, a hoarse, viper-like sound emanating from his throat. "But I must constantly remind you, Wallerup, that one day you will fall into my hands."

Should I express my anticipation?

"No, you should enjoy the peace right now—ha." Aiken let out a nervous, hoarse laugh.

"Okay, I got it. I'll eat well and study hard. Go on. Now you should be worried about your—um, great-uncle? Whatever, excuse me."

As he spoke, Sean forcefully squeezed through the crowd.

Aiken didn't stop him this time, but just gave Sean a sinister smile as he looked at his back.

As night fell, Fabian Aiken returned to his quarters. Of course, despite his daily provocations of Sean, he was still worried that the latter might secretly attack him. In addition to his henchmen staying in both rooms, he had also set up many Defensive Magic in his bedroom, and various Magical Item alarms, repulsion, attack, and defense were hung everywhere.

After returning to his dormitory, he casually removed some of the bandages from his body, and his previously weak arms and legs became more flexible.

Aiken sat down on the sofa with a cold face, and then took out something that looked like a brazier.

After the charcoal was added, the brazier on the coffee table quickly burst into flames, and a face made of charcoal appeared within it.

"Fabian." Old Man Aiken's voice was slightly distorted.

"Father." Aiken bowed respectfully.

"Are you still provoking that Wallerup?"

"Yes—Father, I know what you want to say, but I can't do it. Whenever I see his face, I see countless other faces, countless faces that mocked me that day." Aiken's face twisted, filled with an unyielding hostility.

Old Man Aiken's voice was calm. "Son, I understand how you feel, but you must learn to control yourself."

Aiken curled the corners of his mouth slightly. "Father, there's no point in restraining yourself. We're already open enemies. He's a smart man and knows we're definitely planning something. No matter how I behave, he'll find a way to find out the truth—so there's no need for me to play along with him."

"I know, but I must tell you, son," Old Man Aiken said, "I'm glad you haven't succumbed to such a blow. But I also don't want you to be blinded by hatred. A filthy Mudblood will only become the mud beneath your feet, and then you will stride toward a much brighter future."

Aiken's chest heaved a few times. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "I understand, but Father, I have one request. After that, I want to see him in person."

"It's a small matter, but you need to understand one thing: the Wizarding United Guard is now the most righteous official organization, and they must have evidence to do their work. Moreover, if anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible."

"Of course—" Aiken's eyes lit up slightly. "Father, if your information is correct, then Wallerup must be a Death Eaters. Just as you told me, the mark of Death Eaters cannot be removed..."

In the brazier, Old Man Aiken's charcoal-covered face moved up and down. "But there's one more thing. The Death Eaters are just a small, hidden organization. They don't appear in the sunlight, and even the leader's fate is unknown. You can't convict someone based on just a tattoo."

Aiken smiled and said, "Then let's help them bask in the sunlight."

"What's the specific plan? What about the follow-up operations? What about the possible retaliation from the Death Eaters?" Old Man Aiken asked.

"I have a complete plan..." Aiken knew that this was his father testing him, so he immediately told him the plan he had already thought of.

After a long pause, Old Man Aiken nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, Fabian, you've matured."

Aiken bowed gracefully, placing a hand on his chest in thanks. "Thank you for your praise, Father. Well then—"

"Yes, let's go for it once everything settles down."

The establishment of the Wizarding United Guard sparked an anti-dark storm in the Wizarding World. After offices were set up in various countries, in addition to handling routine security incidents, "recovering old cases" became an important task for the Guard Corps.

It's important to understand that, barring unforeseen circumstances, longevity is often a standard feature of wizards, especially powerful ones. Pure-blood Wizard possess the most abundant resources and the widest influence in the entire Wizarding World, which means that even if they violate wizarding laws, they can still live comfortably into their later years.

Whether bribing Ministry of Magic officials or hiding in their own luxurious, undiscovered residences, most of the illegal Pure-blood Wizard are still alive and well.

These individuals became the targets of the Wizarding United Guard.

In just a few weeks, starting with Jobs Aiken of the Aiken Family, wizards were being captured in various Europe countries that had established offices of the Wizarding United Guard.

These wizards were mostly Pure-blood Wizard, and their reasons for breaking the law were varied. Attacking Muggle, smuggling contraband, brewing forbidden potions, conducting Dark Arts experiments—criminal records from several years, even decades ago, were being unearthed.

This evidence came from the testimonies of some of the victims at the time, as well as from the confessions of some former Ministry of Magic officials who had accepted bribes. In short, the entire Wizarding World was thrown into chaos in a short period of time.

The once high and mighty Pure-blood Wizard were searched and arrested one by one by the Guard Corps, and some wizards with conclusive evidence of their crimes were even thrown into prison.

An eerie atmosphere descended upon the Wizarding World. The once wealthy and powerful Pure-blood families fell silent, while the more numerous ordinary wizards cheered and applauded.

An official organization has indeed begun to change this distorted social class. They have witnessed the Guard Corps ' swift and decisive actions and Guard Corps selfless dedication, which has greatly inspired ordinary wizards—they can even punish Pure-blood Wizard!

Of course, observant people saw even more.

In the Wizarding World today, the wealth of Pure-blood families is spread throughout society, and their relationships and connections are like intertwined vines binding the entire Wizarding World.

In such a short period of time, so many wizards of the same level have been arrested. Normally, Pure-blood Wizard would at least feel a sense of shared grief, right?

After all, no Pure-blood families can guarantee that they or one of their relatives have never done anything illegal or unlawful, nor can they guarantee that the next knife won't fall on their own head.

Under such circumstances, the Wizarding United Guard's large-scale operation did not provoke any backlash.

In Sean's view, this was very abnormal.

On the surface, the Wizarding United Guard is doing things to maintain social order, but to put it more bluntly, the Guard Corps is practically reforming the system—they are taking away the spoils that Pure-blood families have held for centuries, and they are weakening the power and wealth that Pure-blood families have passed down through generations.

How could things go so smoothly...? That was Sean's first thought.

He could understand if Pure-blood families were constantly protesting, but Sean learned from Bella and Barty Jr. that among the many Pure-blood Wizard arrested, very few from their families pleaded for their lives or exerted pressure.

It's as if it had been planned beforehand...

Of course, England is an exception in this situation.

Accountability for past cases has certainly been put on the agenda, but the British Wizarding World seems to be out of step with other countries; apart from a few minor incidents, nothing major has happened so far.

Among the Pure-blood families of England, the most famous Malfoy Family, Lestrange Family, and Black Family families, all of whom have connections with him, but none of the heads of the families have received any secret communication.