The Twenty-Fourth "Victim" Appears

It's 4:10 PM, outside the Hogwarts greenhouse.

After Hermione's brief lecture, Ron calmed down and began grumbling to Harry about the Malfoy's dirty secrets and their "great deeds."

"Hedwig? Are you hungry again?" Harry said, taking crumbs of toast out of his pocket.

So far, Hedwig has not brought Harry anything.

Its daily routine consists of occasionally flying over to Harry, pecking at Harry ear, begging for a small bite of toast, and then flying back to the Owlery to sleep with the other owls on campus.

This made Hedwig's entire owl much plumper.

But today was different. Hedwig didn't refuse Harry's food. After holding it in her mouth, she placed it on Harry's left shoulder and stretched out her right leg, gesturing for Harry to look at it.

It was a note, the handwriting very messy and illegible:

Dear Harry:

I know you don't have classes on Friday afternoon. I really didn't expect you to go to Ravenclaw. I wonder if you could come over and have tea with me around 3 pm?

I'd love to know how your first week went. Please let Hedwig give me an answer.

Hagrid

Harry took out his quill and quickly wrote on the back of the note: Okay, I'd love to. See you soon.

Then Hedwig flew away.

Fortunately, Harry still had the hope of having tea with Hagrid, and the next hour felt like an eternity to Harry.

Not far away, Malfoy, after receiving Harry's clear rejection, kept whispering sarcastic remarks to Harry. Just after class, Harry was about to take Ron, who was unable to contain his anger, to confront him, but Malfoy quietly disappeared into the crowd.

"Malfoy is no good at all. How come he disappears as soon as class is over?"

"Harry, I think he was terrified by what you showed in Defense Against the Dark Arts," Ron said, frowning, completely unaware of his own words, which made the kind-hearted Harry feel guilty for accidentally hurting Quirrell.

Ryan watched this scene with interest, secretly observing the love charm on Harry's body that fluctuated with Harry's emotions. The only downside, however, was that none of Lily Evans's relatives were wizards.

This magic, having fallen dormant once again since Harry left his mother's blood relatives, has been very difficult for Ryan, making even eating a simple meal less enjoyable.

No! Isn't Dudley Dursley Harry's cousin?

Although a wizard cannot turn a mortal into a wizard, that does not mean that Ryan has no way. Doesn't Knockturn Alley have a lot of raw materials?

Ryan couldn't sit still after coming up with this great idea. Phoenix Metamorphosis in a flash, then into human form and appeared in Diagon Alley, unnoticed by anyone.

Ryan's physical body, under the connection with Ryan main god, still maintained his usual thought patterns. It just so happened that class was over, so he returned to his dormitory alone.

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Jason Caster is a Dark Wizard who is under the influence of the great Mr. Borgin. After Mr. Doraemon made a fortune with Mr. Borgin, he also left his previous mundane life and began to occasionally go to the Diagon Alley to look after the business.

This doesn't mean he was good enough under Mr. Borgin. You know, a former Slytherin student council president once worked under him, and it's said that this excellent predecessor was particularly good at persuading people to hand over their treasures to the shop for sale.

However, after the death of the then-famous Puzba Smith, this predecessor left the company, and along with him, the Hufflepuff's Golden Cup, the legendary treasure that was originally assigned to the predecessor as a mission to persuade Puzba Smith to sell it, also mysteriously disappeared.

Surprisingly, Mr. Borgin did not report the incident. Instead, he suppressed it, and a House-elf Hokey Hermione (Jason Caster misremembered) took the blame, claiming that she was too old and had accidentally put poison in her mistress's evening cocoa tea.

We've gone off-topic. Jason Caster isn't outstanding; he's just clean-cut and has no criminal record.

He's clever; he always uses manipulation to occasionally murder a handsome male Muggle, just to vent his frustration. He can also use them as raw materials to create cursed items (after he gets tired of them). Jason isn't afraid of being discovered; his targets are guys who enjoy hiking and traveling to remote places.

They are physically stronger and better suited to more complex gameplay, making them less likely to be damaged.

Jason usually puts scraps in places where wild dragons often appear, where Muggle remains are quite common.

However, Jason has been too busy lately with running the venue and has no time for entertainment. Also, several of his new companions have mysteriously disappeared recently.

Jason thought this was normal; they were all well-known figures who had the blood of more than one wizard on their hands, so it was normal for them to attract revenge from their enemies. He, on the other hand, was different.

As Jason thought this, he stroked the wand in his sleeve. Maintaining contact with the wand was important in Knockturn Alley.

Suddenly, Jason felt as if he had passed through some invisible membrane. Jason raised his eyes, and realized something was wrong!

This is definitely not Knockturn Alley!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!" Jason heard a series of familiar dragon roars from afar. It was the Welsh Green Dragon, the most common wild dragon in Britain.

"What is this forest? It looks so familiar."

"Never mind, I need to get out of here first. Adult Welsh Green Dragon are 18 feet long, and I didn't bring any dragon-repelling perfume!" Jason thought, sweating profusely.

Then, he began to look around, and by the position of the sun, he barely determined his location, and slowly backed away.

"Crack!" Jason suddenly turned his head and saw that it was a bone. He wiped away a cold sweat.

"Wait! This is...? That Muggle's! My favorite one! If it weren't broken, I would have..." Jason discovered it by the marks he had left on the bone, marks left by his own wicked sense of humor.

"How could this be! It hurts! Spare me! I'm Mr. Borgin's man! Help!" Just as Jason's eyes touched the bone...

He suddenly collapsed, his eyes fixed on the bone, convulsing and begging for mercy.

Ten minutes later, he lost his life amidst unseen fear.

"Really, even until you die, you didn't realize that the pain you were experiencing was the same pain that this victim had gone through."

"Why not repent for the sake of this innocent life? That way you'll feel better."

"You're the 51st. If it weren't for a sudden inspiration, it might not be your turn until next month, or until you commit another crime." A figure appeared, it was Ryan, shaking his head and sighing.

He stood right in front of Jason, his entire being fading into the void, like a ghost.

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