The Fawley Patriarch Assassinated

The atmosphere in Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley has been very strange these past few days.

Rumors are circulating that several heads of dark wizard families have suddenly vomited blood in their studies and are shouting that they want to tear someone to pieces.

Moreover, the Soviet Union in the Knockturn Alley slum has increased, and they all wear cold faces and cynical expressions.

The Ministry of Magic of the Soviet Union, which had just been pacified, even sent a group of Soviet Union broomstick players to exchange ideas with the Quidditch players of the England.

However, unlike the England wizards who ride broomsticks, the Soviet Union usually ride Flying Tree to play Quidditch.

These top Soviet Union pilots didn't choose to stay in the luxurious guest rooms arranged by the Ministry of Magic. Instead, they insisted on renting rooms near the entrance to Diagon Alley, inside the Leaky Cauldron, for reasons unknown.

At this very moment, under the bright sunshine, Brian, holding Rocket Crossbow, arrived at the ancestral home of the Fawley Family, his face filled with bitterness and resentment.

The Fawley Family's gate was extremely grand, with two giant stone dragon sculptures standing in front of the gate, which was five meters high and decorated with various gorgeous patterns.

Two imposing wizards stood on either side of the gate, their eyes like those of eagles, watching each wizard who came to visit.

The Fawley Family is the largest dark wizarding family in the entire Wizarding World, and countless wizards come to the Fawley Family every day seeking their help.

Brian rubbed his face, feigning arrogance, and strode toward the gate, only to be stopped as expected.

"Wait!" A wizard guard with a slightly protruding forehead and a fierce face stopped him, saying rudely, "Where's the invitation? No invitation, no entry!"

"I don't know where this random Tom, Dick, and Harry came from. This country bumpkin is so ignorant; he doesn't even know he needs an invitation to visit our Fawley Family."

The Fawley Family is extremely domineering. They issue numerous invitations to outsiders, and only those with invitations are allowed to come to their ancestral home to conduct business with the Fawley Family.

Brian's face darkened, he snorted coldly, casually pulled an envelope from his pocket, and handed it over nonchalantly.

"I don't have an invitation, but I have urgent business to attend to. Please let me in quickly, or you won't be able to handle the consequences."

The dark wizard sneered and looked at the envelope, but his eyelids twitched as he saw that the envelope actually had the Hogwarts logo on it!

"This..." The black wizard guard panicked, not daring to open it. He first bowed respectfully to Brian: "Sir, please go in first. I'll go and ask my master."

After saying that, the dark wizard guard winked at another guard, signaling him to take Brian inside, and then quickly ran to the inner courtyard.

A few minutes later, the envelope reached the highest echelon, arriving in the hands of the Fawley Family patriarch, Old Fawley.

Inside the study, Old Fawley stared at the iconic parchment and the familiar symbols of the Four Houses on it, feeling his mouth go dry.

"You may leave now!" Old Fawley waved his hand, dismissing the messenger guard and leaving himself alone in the study.

Old Fawley was certain that this paper was Hogwarts's official paper, used only when issuing student report cards and admission notices.

Carefully opening the envelope, a vibrant Phoenix Feather appeared before Old Fawley's eyes.

Good heavens, it really is a letter from Dumbledore to him!

The letter was simple: Headmaster Dumbledore had something important to tell him, but because it was so important, he didn't dare write it down. So he sent Brian to tell him in person.

Old Fawley immediately became restless. Although Dumbledore these days, his past achievements were still fresh in everyone's mind. Moreover, there were recent rumors about Dumbledore, claiming that Dumbledore was behind many important events.

Now this old man has found him and wants to tell him what to do.

In any case, Old Fawley dared not offend this powerful old man.

Soon, Old Fawley met Brian.

"Hello, sir, you are a promising young man, so young yet so highly regarded by Headmaster Dumbledore." Old Fawley said with a fawning expression.

"I wonder, Headmaster Dumbledore, is there something you need our Fawley Family's cooperation on that requires such great effort from you?"

"But please rest assured, whatever the headmaster asks us to do, the Fawley Family will do our utmost to accomplish it."

With their son's testicles removed and their family business affected by counterfeit drugs, the Fawley Family is now in a precarious situation.

"Chief Fawley, you're too kind!" Brian smiled, took a few steps closer, and whispered, "Chief, come a little closer. This matter involves too many people and too many things; I'm afraid the entire Wizarding World is about to change."

Old Fawley was immediately alarmed and, without suspecting anything, quickly went over to him.

Just then, Brian's face contorted in a grimace, his voice chilling to the bone. "Patriarch Fawley, Headmaster Dumbledore has sent me to give you a ride!"

"Avada Gnaw-the-Melon!"

Old Fawley looked up abruptly and saw Brian gripping his sleeve tightly with his left hand, while his right hand held a wand pressed firmly against his forehead.

The aura of death nearly made Old Fawley wet himself; his years of pampered life had left him feeling weak in the knees.

This is Killing Curse; even a slight touch will result in instant death. And with the Killing Curse at such close range, Old Fawley is probably doomed!

But at that critical moment, with a "crack," the floor beneath Brian's feet suddenly split open, causing Brian to slip and uncontrollably take several steps backward.

The Killing Curse in his hand also changed direction, flying past Old Fawley's scalp.

It's so bizarre! I was about to die, but I still have a chance to live!

"Heaven is on my side!" Old Fawley exclaimed with joy, leaping up and running towards the load-bearing pillar in the room.

Brian held a wand with a ferocious face, chasing after him, hitting Old Foley with death curses one after another, but they all landed at Old Foley's feet inexplicably.

"Help!" Old Fawley shouted, disregarding his dignity.

A few seconds later, dozens of hurried footsteps came from outside, and Brian knew that the situation was hopeless, so he took out the Rocket Crossbow that he had prepared beforehand.

"Old Fawley, how dare you disrespect Headmaster Dumbledore! When I get back, I will tell him everything."

With that, Brian pushed off with both feet and swaggered away on his Rocket Crossbow crossbow.

Old Fawley was furious. He yelled at the belated guards, "Are you all blind? Go after them!"

"Damn it Dumbledore, you want to kill me? I'll make you pay for this!"