Damn Muggle, I'm a Wizard Now

Birmingham, a city crawling with mafias, had been a place where petty thugs ran rampant just last year, beyond even the local police's control.

The Razor Gang had emerged after a street riot involving thugs last year.

Rumor had it that their leader was just a child, yet in a single year, he had subdued all of Birmingham's major mafias. The entire city of Birmingham had now become his territory.

Sweat began visibly streaming down Hermione's father's forehead.

This was the Razor Gang.

Not long ago, more than six hundred gang members had mysteriously vanished from Birmingham. Though the Razor Gang said nothing, every local in Birmingham knew who had done it.

The tavern fell silent.

Several witches in the distance began whispering among themselves, while a group of Goblins gathered together exchanged glances.

Could this little boy named Leon have some powerful backing?

Old Tom broke the silence and asked doubtfully, "Sir, do you know each other?"

Lyon also looked at Hermione's father in confusion. The man had been staring at him, terror evident in his eyes.

People from Birmingham usually looked at him like that.

Could it be...

"Ahem... sir, do you know us?"

Mike, standing beside Lyon, gave a dry cough and spoke for him.

Hermione's father's face turned green, then purple. After looking around, he quickly realized that this group really did seem to be led by the little boy beside the old man who had spoken earlier.

He felt that his guess was probably right.

"Sir, my surname is Granger. Please forgive my presumption, but are you from the Razor Gang?"

Lyon exchanged a puzzled glance with Mike, then smiled.

"Yes. Leon Shelby."

Hermione's father widened his eyes. He had actually guessed Lyon's identity already, but he had not been certain.

Now that he knew the boy standing before him was Leon Shelby, he felt somewhat dazed.

The highest-status person he had ever met in his life was probably one of his university professors. He had truly never met someone like Lyon, the underground emperor of an entire city.

"Oh, it is an honor to meet you, Mr. Shelby. I also live in Birmingham. I'm a dentist, and this is my wife and daughter..."

"Sir, if it weren't for you and your Razor Gang, I would have lost my job long ago."

Hermione's father relaxed. Lyon's attitude had been exceptionally gentlemanly and elegant, without any airs, which greatly eased his concerns.

However, once he said that, Old Tom and the other wizards all studied Lyon curiously.

It seemed the Razor Gang was very famous in the Muggle world, and its status was likely very high.

Even a random Muggle who walked in recognized Lyon. No matter how foolish someone was, they could tell that Lyon's identity was far from ordinary.

If such a massive force from the Muggle world entered Wizarding Society, it would definitely be beyond the reach of wizards without connections like them.

Moreover, Lyon's every movement revealed composure. It was hard to imagine such a temperament appearing in an eleven-year-old boy.

Lyon, at the center of everyone's attention, was also somewhat puzzled. How had he not known that he had done such a good deed?

He tentatively turned his gaze toward Mike.

Mike's eyes suddenly lit up. He roughly understood what was going on and explained to Lyon in a low voice:

"Boss, before you took over Birmingham, the city's thugs and mafias were a complete mess. Petty thugs would often cause trouble at all kinds of shops, and many people were driven out of business by them."

"Later, after you unified Birmingham's mafias, we began collecting a standard monthly fee. Whenever thugs dared cause trouble on the streets, the Razor Gang basically sold them off to coal mines to dig coal. After that, Birmingham's public safety kept getting better and better."

Though he did not speak loudly, his words carried clearly through the silent bar and reached everyone's ears.

Old Tom's eyes widened. No wonder it had sounded so familiar.

He had been to Birmingham before. Even Wizarding Society knew that the boss of the entire city of Birmingham was a Muggle who had undergone a drastic personality change after his father was killed by Death Eaters, establishing Birmingham's underground dynasty—the Razor Gang—in just one year!

The witches in the distance also began whispering. After all, this had been a major topic in Wizarding Society last year. Even the Goblins in the distance knew about it. They stopped drinking and looked over.

Lyon nodded and looked at Hermione's father. "Where do you work?"

"Sir, at the dental hospital in the city center. I came here this time to send my daughter to magic school."

As he spoke, he suddenly realized something and instinctively glanced at Lyon's group.

"Sir, you're a wizard? What a coincidence! Is there anything I can help you with on this trip?"

As Hermione's father spoke, little Hermione's eyes widened as well, and she looked at Lyon in confusion.

He looked the same age as her, yet he made her father treat him with such respect.

Unlike her father, she was not so restrained. She wanted to greet this extraordinary boy her own age, but her good upbringing told her not to interrupt while others were talking.

"I'm also here to attend Hogwarts. It seems your daughter and I will be classmates."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Shelby. Your gentlemanly manner made me forget your age."

Lyon smiled gently and glanced at Mike beside him.

"Mike."

"Your orders, Boss."

"Mr. Granger works at the dental hospital in the city center. From now on, I don't want to see any blind fools causing trouble at the dental hospital. Also..."

"From now on, no monthly fees or taxes are to be collected from that dental hospital."

"Understood."

Hermione's father opened his mouth in disbelief.

He never could have imagined that simply accompanying his daughter to buy school supplies would lead to meeting the leader of the Razor Gang—and that the man would exempt his workplace from monthly fees and taxes.

His workplace would soon learn of this, learn that he had ties to the Razor Gang.

From then on, getting promotions and raises at work would be easy as pie.

His happiness felt almost unreal.

"All right, Tom. Can you take me and Miss Granger's family to Diagon Alley?"

After finishing all this, Lyon gave Tom a polite smile.

"Oh, sir, it would be my honor."

Tom quickly came to his senses and led Lyon and the others into the back alley with a smile.

There was only a red brick wall here, with a trash bin beside it. It looked utterly ordinary.

Hermione glanced at her father. Seeing that he was chatting with Mike beside him, she turned to Lyon.

"Mr. Shelby, did you receive your Hogwarts acceptance letter?"

Lyon looked at Hermione's curious expression and smiled.

Children were more innocent and had little concept of power and influence, which was why she dared speak to him like this.

He recalled a novel from his previous life. When Runtu was young, he called him Brother Xun, but after growing up, he could only address him as Master. It was the same principle.

Having held a high position for so long, Lyon still preferred Hermione's innocence.

"If I hadn't received a Hogwarts acceptance letter, why would I come here?"

Lyon smiled. Hermione also realized that what she had said was pointless, and her face flushed red.

At that moment, Old Tom opened the entrance. Hermione forgot her earlier embarrassment and looked excitedly toward Diagon Alley.

The moment Lyon stepped through the entrance to Diagon Alley, he suddenly felt the light shift, as though he had entered another world!

Then a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for leading the Razor Gang into Diagon Alley!]

[Ding! Achievement unlocked: Damn Muggle, I'm a Wizard Now!]

[Reward: Host talent—Surging Magic!]