New Guests

That night, MI6 launched an unprecedented investigation.

Forget foreign tourists—even passing dogs were investigated thoroughly.

The culprit behind it all never imagined things would develop this way. Handing it over to MI6 saved them so much trouble. They were all intelligence agencies, so surely MI6 could interrogate something useful out of them.

They were on the same side; there was no need for thanks.

While the miserable 007 agents continued their investigation through the night, Hunter dreamed of Queen personally awarding him the Victoria Cross.

A new day began, and the Calum Science Center welcomed new guests.

Inside a warehouse somewhere nearby, several shadowy figures gathered beneath a sickly green glow.

The air was thick with dust, dampness, and a morbid excitement.

One shadowy figure lightly tapped their palm with a wand, making an unnerving pattering sound.

The shadowy figures immediately grew excited, letting out cackling laughter.

But one person was an exception. He was meticulously wiping the tip of his wand with a handkerchief, as though it had touched something filthy.

He broke the mad atmosphere, his voice carrying a deliberately composed arrogance. "I've thought it over. The key to our operation later is... efficiency."

The figure tapping his palm with a wand stopped and snorted. "Efficiency? Rodolphus, once we kill that little Mudblood, won't we have the thing in our hands?"

Without looking up, Rodolphus continued polishing his wand. "Trevor, there are many Muggles in that Muggle science center. To more effectively kill—spread the 'gospel,' I suggest that we use a more ritualistic method."

The word "gospel" once again drew laughter from the shadowy figures.

Trevor laughed the loudest. "I like how you call slaughtering Muggles spreading the 'gospel.' So, what method do you think would be best?"

Rodolphus put away his handkerchief, tilted his head back, and