Those Playing Support Insist on Tweaking the Tiger's Whiskers

At that moment, Abei rushed in quickly and stopped abruptly in front of Aaron. "Master, Master, I've run through four streets and seven shops with the Butler, but we really can't hold on any longer."

"You've worked hard." Aaron picked it up with a touch of tenderness, then gave everyone a sincere smile. "A well-dressed middle-aged man will come in later. As long as he walks straight toward me, that's the target."

"Severus," Pear reminded him, "Our job is just to stop him for you."

"Of course, just hold him off for ten minutes. Don't tell me that all of you can't even stop one person," Aaron said with a meaningful smile. "I believe you won't let me down."

Creak!

The door opened, Jeans frowned instinctively as he looked at the dozens of Warlock in the hall staring at him like he was prey.

However, he didn't care; after all, this was Knockturn Alley, a place where all sorts of people mingled.

After scanning the surroundings, he focused his gaze on his young master, completely unaware that the Warlock around him had quietly drawn their Wand.

Jeans smiled and quickly walked over to Aaron.

He hadn't gone more than a few steps when Pear blocked his way. "Excuse me, sir, Severus sent us to stop you."

"Snape?" Jeans was a little confused. The young master leaving home was clearly a matter for the Gaius family. Even if Snape was the young master's teacher, he had no right to interfere.

"Since I'm in a good mood, please move aside."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jeans." Aaron stood up, a pure smile on his face. "Pear has an excellent reputation. He promised to help me stop you, and we signed a contract."

Jeans instinctively thought of signing Magic Contract, but then a few black lines appeared on his face. "Is it the kind of contract I understand?"

Aaron didn't explain directly, but smiled meaningfully and said, "The contract is very simple: I'll exchange the Demon Sealing Ring for Pear to hold you off for ten minutes."

Jeans breathed a sigh of relief; these kinds of contracts were relatively easy to break.

It won't take ten minutes; it can be resolved in a minute.

"Is it him?" Jeans looked at Pear, a hint of disdain on his lips. "Young Master, you don't actually think he can stop me, do you?"

"Young Master?"

Pear frowned, a sense of foreboding the Grim over him.

"That's my nickname," Aaron explained immediately. "People in the underworld give me face."

"Hmph! You are indeed someone to be reckoned with, but I don't think I've ever heard of you before."

"That's normal. Haven't you heard of an overabundance of people?" Aaron said confidently. "I don't think I need to explain this much to you!"

"Pear, don't forget our contract. Do what you're supposed to do."

"See you in a month, Mr. Jeans." Aaron waved his hand and slowly backed away.

"It won't take that long, young master." Jeans shook his head helplessly. "I'll catch you in two minutes at most."

Upon hearing this, Pear's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

This was, after all, his own little territory, and as a High-level Archmage, he was somewhat arrogant. It was understandable that he felt uncomfortable being looked down upon by a junior.

"I never intended to do anything to you." Pear drew his Wand and pointed it at Jeans. "It's you who annoyed me, really annoyed me, so don't even think about getting away unscathed."

"Nonsense." Jeans didn't even take out his Wand; he simply glanced at him, and a wave of transparent energy sent Pear staggering back several steps, causing his monocle to fall to the ground.

"Wortefa! Wandless Casting?"

"You do have some sense," Jeans said dismissively. "If you know what's good for you, get out of the way and hand over the ring. I'll give you one minute."

"You really think I'm afraid of you?" Pear said angrily. Wandless Casting is just a spellcasting technique and cannot increase one's strength.

In other words, Jeans didn't have any arrogance in front of his senior.

"Sigh!" Jeans glanced at his watch. "You have thirty seconds left."

Pear sneered, raised his Wand, and with a light flick, smashed a chair over.

Jeans raised his right hand, and the chair in mid-air transformed into a leaf and fell to the ground. To his surprise, there was a blood-red light behind the chair.

A transparent barrier appeared in front of Jeans, blocking the bloody light outside, and he and the others also took a half step back.

"Are you regretting it?" Pear increased his magic output, and the transparent barrier gradually faded. "It's too late to regret it now."

"Idiot."

Jeans said calmly, then drew his Wand, and the barrier created countless shattered lights as he decisively attacked.

Click!

The white spell and the crimson light collided in mid-air, but the white spell gained an absolute advantage.

Upon seeing this, Pear's face turned from red to white; he felt as if he had been deceived.

This person is nowhere near his level! He went all out but was at a complete disadvantage, which means the opponent was at least Archmage Peak.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" Pear said angrily, looking at the surrounding Dark Wizard were watching the show. "Don't forget, you were all paid too."

A Dark Wizard raised his Wand, and a ball of white light flew toward Jeans.

He immediately dodged, avoiding the curse, but this gave Pear a chance to catch his breath.

"What are you standing there for? Come at me all at once!"

Without further hesitation, the group of Dark Wizard brandished their Wand.

Soon, Jeans was engulfed in a dazzling array of colors.

The Dark Wizard seemed to be having too much fun, so they decisively abandoned their plan to cast two spells and then retreat, and unleashed their magic without any hesitation.

This group of people doesn't follow any rules, doesn't care about the consequences, and doesn't care whether the person lives or dies.

The scene was quite grand; the tables, chairs, and benches in the auction hall were all reduced to rubble, half of the floor was torn up, and even the ceiling was covered in dust.

Rumble!

The loud noise affected several nearby shops, and many curious people came to watch.

Aaron, who had just walked a few dozen meters away, turned back and glanced at the slightly trembling auction house, his lips twitching involuntarily.

He had no liking for these greedy fellows; they all dared to lay a hand on him, an innocent child, which showed they were no good people. But at this moment, he still silently mourned for them for a second.

According to his original plan, Pear was the main force, and the remaining Dark Wizard would only play a supporting role.

But once he takes action, he becomes an accomplice. Jeans will be forced to retaliate under certain circumstances, but given his temperament, he probably won't go too far. He'll probably be bedridden for ten days to half a month.

But if these Dark Wizard go too far and think that Jeans is easy to bully, then they are courting death. They cannot afford to bear the wrath of a Grand Archmage.

About a minute later, the group of Dark Wizard gradually stopped what they were doing and looked curiously at the indistinct billowing smoke in the center.

Pear wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. It seemed the deal was over. Even Archmage Peak would be doomed under such a concentrated attack.

He didn't care about the mess his own place was in; he could just fix it up with Repair Charm afterward.

Besides, once he sells that ring, he can completely renovate this place to be even more luxurious, and it's not impossible for him to retire early and enjoy life.

"Pear, leave the body collection to me!" said a somewhat hunchbacked Chinese Warlock.

"What are you thinking? You wouldn't even let the dead's money go to waste," the one-eyed Warlock mocked.

"It's not just the dead man's money, but also his Wand, and the remaining pieces of the corpse can also be sold for some money."

Click! Click!

The sound of the mirror shattering was especially clear in the noisy auction house.

The group of Dark Wizard, who were discussing how to profit from the dead, all looked at the center of the smoke and dust, where a figure stood motionless.

"He... is still alive?" the hunchbacked Chinese Warlock asked incredulously.

"Impossible, he must be dead."

No one could survive such a dense curse, not even the You-Know-Who. "Someone suppressed their fear, as if trying to convince others, or perhaps to convince themselves.

"Well said," Jeans said casually, then waved his arm.

The dust in the arena condensed into a vortex in mid-air. After a while, everyone's vision gradually cleared, but the man in the center who was completely unharmed and whose clothes were not even wrinkled made them so nervous that they didn't dare to breathe.

"Voldemort certainly couldn't withstand such a concentrated attack, but it also depends on the strength of the attacker."

Given your skill level, there are very few Archmage, and the quality of Magus varies greatly, with even two utterly unremarkable magicians among you.

"A bunch of rabble, they can't even beat Voldemort's Death Eater, yet they dare to attack me."

Upon hearing the word ' Voldemort,' all the Dark Wizard in Pear shuddered, especially the latter part of the sentence, which made them truly feel Jeans' contempt for them.

He would never have this attitude if he didn't have absolute confidence in his own abilities.

Some people realized they had kicked a titanium alloy steel plate and tried to escape, but as soon as they turned around, their legs felt like they were stuck in a quagmire and couldn't get out.

Don't rush off!

Actually, I haven't fought with anyone for almost ten days, but since you're all looking for trouble, I can't just pretend to let it go. Jeans raised his Wand, a gentle smile on his face, but to everyone else it was incredibly cold, even more frightening than the name ' Voldemort '.

"Sir, this is all a misunderstanding," someone said sheepishly. "That damned young master made us do it. If you want to find him, go find him!"

"How dare you disrespect my young master?" Jeans glared at him fiercely, flicked Wand wand, and the Dark Wizard flew straight towards the ceiling, beginning his free fall.

Blood splattered, and the Dark Wizard shuddered in pain, looking at Jeans with tears in his eyes, "It was indeed him who made us do this."

"Impossible. I know him well. At most, he'll ask you to help buy time; he won't let you keep attacking."

"I, I..." the Dark Wizard stammered, unable to utter a single word.

"Hmph!" Jeans snorted coldly, his gaze lingering on Pear for a moment before turning to the group of Dark Wizard. "You should all understand the principle that you must pay the price for your mistakes!"

The group looked at each other, understanding the logic, but sitting idly by and waiting to die was absolutely out of the question.

But before they could react, Jeans pointed his Wand at the ground.

In an instant, cracks appeared all over the ground, and the fissures spread rapidly in all directions, causing the small auction house to shake violently.

The walls and ceiling collapsed, and the rubble, deliberately guided by Jeans, smashed the heads of the Dark Wizard, leaving them bleeding profusely. Several unlucky ones were even buried alive.