Descendant of the Calchas Family

Mr. Flume was still in shock when he finally recognized the person.

The other person had only been to my shop once, but he left a deep impression on me in terms of both appearance and demeanor—he was accompanied by two extremely beautiful young girls, one of whom, Daisy Potter, was a dessert fanatic.

"I remember, those two girls called you, Sean?"

"Yes," Sean said with a smile as the Wampus Cat dragged the two corpses into the darkness. "Hello, Mr. Flume, Mrs. Flume, my name is Sean Wallerup, you can just call me Sean."

Mr. Flume glanced warily at the retreating figure, then his face lit up with gratitude. "Thank you for saving me, Sean."

"Please don't be shy." Sean took out a bottle of Healing Potion and handed it over. "This should help you, but you'll still need Madam Pomfrey's help for a full recovery."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Flume tried to call out to him, but didn't know what to say.

As a much older adult wizard, he seemed to be the one who should be protecting the other—but then, thinking of the terrifying shadow that had so easily dealt with two Dark Wizard, Flume decided to keep his mouth shut.

Wow, kids these days are amazing...

After rescuing the Flume couple, Sean, guided by Dave's instructions, disappeared in another direction.

He has already dealt with four groups of Dark Wizard, one of whom he even remembers. That guy was featured in the Daily Prophet during the summer vacation and was sent to Azkaban for torturing Muggle.

Clearly, many of the Dark Wizard here are among the prisoners who escaped from prison some time ago.

After Sean captured the first one, he discovered that the other man knew absolutely nothing and was simply following the people who had helped them escape from prison to cause trouble.

Come to think of it, these Dark Wizard are just cannon fodder sent to their deaths. Who would tell the cannon fodder the details of the whole plan?

The flames of Hogsmeade still burn, yet in the shadows of the streets, new hunters have emerged, and the old hunters have become new, waiting prey.

The Flourish and Blotts Wizarding Apparel was reduced to half ruins. Inside the broken window, a Dark Wizard with a ferocious face was being brutally slammed to the ground.

"You little rascal!"

Sean simply sewed the other person's foul mouth shut with his wand, and then Legilimency.

Empty... Sean disappointedly threw the person aside and casually cast a Killing Curse, which abruptly stopped the other person's ferocious expression.

It seems that the remaining Dark Wizard in Hogsmeade are all cannon fodder... Sean lowered his head and thought about whether he should change his approach.

He wore a pensive expression, but the tip of his cane quietly turned in a different direction.

Just as Sean seemed not to notice, a red light suddenly shot out from the corner of the dimly lit and dilapidated room!

At the same time, the tall, transparent figure pounced fiercely!

A red light! Sean was not surprised but delighted.

This isn't Killing Curse; this person is different from the other attackers!

The Stunning Spell missed Sean, who had been alerted, and the Obscurus that pounced was stopped by the swarming Wampus Cat.

The man seemed not to have expected that Sean had already discovered him, but he was clearly very strong, and the second spell shot out almost without any pause.

But Sean had already spotted this strange fellow. He simply raised his wand quickly to defend himself, without making any offensive moves.

Two strong, sturdy Obscurus and the Wampus Cat were entangled together—no, entangled shouldn't be used as the word.

The Wampus Cat, capable of Legilimency, saw right through these two enormous creatures, which were clearly larger than normal Obscurus. Its four front paws struck like the fastest boxers, the sounds of heavy blows mingling with the cries of pain from the Obscurus.

The wizard who had ambushed them from the shadows still hadn't shown himself yet. He displayed a remarkably advanced level of magical skill, which even impressed Sean.

However, none of that matters. As long as he can't break through Sean's defenses, he can't quickly defeat Sean.

Sean narrowed his eyes slightly; after all, I was the one who actually launched the sneak attack.

The attacker in the shadows cast spell after spell, and in his relentless attacks, he found it extremely difficult to break through Sean's defenses, let alone capture him alive.

Perhaps eager to leave, or perhaps seeing that his Obscurus had been completely suppressed, he no longer held back. The restrictive and binding spells were instantly transformed into powerful Killing Curse, and the transparent barrier in front of Sean began to fluctuate violently.

Under such intense attacks, he began to breathe heavily.

Sean still didn't attack; he steadily defended against every spell, seeking neither merit nor demerit, which made the attacker increasingly impatient.

He was breathing heavily, and the spell was getting stronger and stronger.

Sean observed calmly, and finally, his magic barrier showed something different—the opponent's spell missed.

It worked... Sean grinned, revealing the white pill stuck under his tongue.

When it comes to poisoning, you should always prepare the antidote beforehand.

The enemy in the shadows also noticed something was wrong with himself. He realized with horror that his right hand was no longer under his control, and his five fingers were twisted into a bizarre shape.

At the same time, he lost control of the rest of his body, and even his consciousness began to spin and spun.

He shakily reached out to touch his tie, but his hands wouldn't obey him at all.

"Thump—" The body fell heavily to the ground, and the person finally made the first sound.

"Despicable... brat..."

Sean flashed a bright white smile, "Thank you for the compliment."

Thanks again to Professor Snape for the poison notes.

On the other side, the Obscurus were also affected by the poison. Although Magical Creatures are much more resistant than wizards, even a slight effect was enough to slow their movements for half a second—which was a huge opening for the already powerful Wampus Cat.

"Pudding, leave him alive," Sean instructed.

Then he raised his wand and pointed it at the spot where the person had fallen. "Scouring Charm!"

The familiar spell root had been altered by Sean, with a suffix changed, and the wand gesture was modified in the opposite way. This was the "Scouring Charm" he had obtained from Slytherin.

The man's clothes and skin were directly "cleaned" away, and he could only open his eyes wide, letting the blood and cold sweat mix together to cause even more excruciating pain, because the muscles in his throat, paralyzed by the poison, could not support any screams.

Sean shook his head regretfully. "It's a bit cruel... but I have to make sure what you're carrying doesn't cause me any trouble... sorry, buddy."

Of course, the cruel one is Salazar Slytherin, but what does that have to do with Sean Wallerup?

Sean waved his wand and threw the only intact tie out of the pile of tattered clothes. However, he did not feel any special magical fluctuations. Instead, a magical force originating from space was bound inside.

This thing is a Portkey... and judging from its appearance, this Portkey can actually bypass Hogwarts ' Portkey network...

Sean ignored the Portkey for the moment and walked up to the Dark Wizard who was completely unable to resist.

The bloodied and mangled face was so badly disfigured that its original features were no longer discernible; it could only be vaguely identified as a white male in his early thirties.

Sean crouched down, coldly staring into those eyes filled with resentment and pain.

The Legilimency was activated, but this time it encountered an obstacle—this guy had learned Occlumency.

"I will give you some antidote so that you can speak, and then I will ask you questions and you will answer them."

Sean simply informed the other party calmly and provided some antidote, after which the other party immediately let out a painful and stubborn growl.

"You despicable bastard... Ha—ha—you can't get anything from me."

He let out a sinister laugh, though the laugh was tinged with a painful tremor.

"Ha—ha—don't even think about it, Legilimency won't work on me. You're good at Potions, but ha, Veritaserum won't work either."

"Ha—come on, Wallerup, torture me as much as you want, let me see, a child—ha, how powerful your Cruciatus Curse is?!" He let out a hoarse, lisping laugh.

Sean curled his lip. "Let me correct you, my Potions skills are actually quite average—but..."

He narrowed his eyes. "You may be underestimating the pain you are about to face..."

A bottle of pale pink Potions was taken out and then gently fed to the other person by Sean.

He kindly wiped the man's lips and said with a smile, "Getting into it yet?"

The bloodied and mangled Dark Wizard's eyes bulged the moment the Potions entered his mouth, blood vessels spreading out like red earthworms.

The pain—the excruciating pain of having one's skin peeled off—was magnified infinitely!

"Haa! Haa!" He couldn't even scream, only a painful, inhuman groan remained.

"Acuity Potion —this stuff amplifies a person's senses, yes, all of them. Generally, it's used in precise and controlled magical experiments—I later discovered it's also very useful for interrogation."

Under the terrifying, predatory gaze of the other party, Sean took out another bottle of Potions.

"Powerful Stimulating Potion —this thing is essentially Healing Potion that stimulates a person's physical potential. The effect is simple: it prevents people from passing out and keeps them on their last breath—don't look at me like that, really, you're welcome."

"You! You!" Fear finally appeared in that person's eyes.

Sean raised his wand without batting Crucio eye. "Crucio."

The man's body, paralyzed by the poison, tensed up instantly. His eyes rolled back, and his mouth even dislocated from the force, saliva dripping down uncontrollably.

The extreme pain was something he had never imagined. He now felt that the Cruciatus Curse resistance training he had endured was as gentle as a mother's hand.

"Ah—ah—" he finally let out some painful roars.

However, this extreme pain was accompanied by extreme lucidity; he couldn't even use his body's protective mechanisms to pass out.

"Okay, let's start again. I'll ask, and you answer."

"Name, and where are you from?"

"You—rest—"

Sean shook his head regretfully: "Crucio"

He waited a minute, then looked at the fleshy monster that had completely lost its vitality.

"The same problem... Three, Two—Crucio (Crucio)"

I said—Ah!!!

Sean smiled gently, "You've finally learned to use the right look in your eyes, pleading, fear, how delightful—but didn't you and the forces behind you consider the consequences when you did these things? Did you seize the opportunity when Dumbledore wasn't around? Please, fool, only a merciful Dumbledore would let you be a lucky prisoner—now, answer my question."

"I... I am Pablo Calchas! From Greece, a descendant of the ancient Seer Calchas! I've spoken!" His saliva, tears, and blood mingled together, his voice indistinct yet filled with extreme pain.

Sean narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, it was the descendants of those ancient Seer again. And behind this group stood the [Returners].

"How did you get in today? What is your purpose? Do you have any connection with Dumbledore?"

The man just shook his head in terror, unable to utter a single word.

Sean changed the subject. "How well do you know me internally, and what plans do you have for me?"

"I don't know about them! But the tribe really doesn't know much about you! I only know that you are an important figure in the Prophecy, and we must capture you alive if we get the chance!"

Then, without Sean even needing to press further, the man told him everything he could.

"Our target this time is that old man with the Obscurus, for—I can't say, I can't say... Ah, and another thing! Our goal is to make the world more chaotic and suppress all wizarding communities. I really don't know the specific purpose! Yes! Yes! The Guard Corps is supported by us!"

"Ah—the rest, the rest, I really can't say!"

Pablo Calchas was howling in agony, he even wanted to slam his head against the ground, and whenever he spoke of the specific plans for the Returners, his eyes would immediately fill with something like red energy, as if they were about to explode.

This is a contract-based magic restricting him... Sean narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Continue."

"Really, really, that's all! I wasn't involved in the deeper schemes! And... I can't bring myself to say anything else! Please, please, kill me! Kill me!"

Pablo Calchas was in tears, trembling with pain, desperately begging Sean to kill him.

"Go on, tell me everything you know." Sean's eyes didn't waver.

"Please! Kill me! Ah—" His eyes rolled back, then suddenly widened in surprise, "Yes, yes, I can die on my own—"

Before Sean could react, Pablo Calchas shouted, "Dumbledore and my people are working together—ah..."

Red magic spread from his eyes, and his Magic Power Source was automatically ignited!

Before Sean could even attempt to save him, Pablo Calchas was completely ignited by his own magic. His life was rapidly slipping away, and a look of relief finally appeared on his bloodied and mangled face.

Finally, he was irrevocably burned to ashes.

Sean stood up, his eyes serious.

"This is a lethal Contract Spell... If this guy reveals any crucial information, he will die instantly..."