Bell Was Furious!

"Bell, is there really no shortcut?"

Given her past experiences, Hermione suppressed her shame and asked with hopeful eyes.

"...have!"

"What is it...?"

"But it's too dangerous, I won't let you do that."

Bell interrupted.

When he was cultivating the Undying Flame, he was severely injured due to the rampage of his magic power.

After that, his physical enhancement level also increased dramatically in a short period of time.

If this method is used, I believe it will be possible to achieve rapid enhancement in a short period of time.

But!

Bell would absolutely never allow his family to use this method!

Even he himself, apart from that one accident, has never tried to use it again.

Because that's really too dangerous!

One wrong move and you could end up with incurable injuries. Or even worse, death could be the only possibility.

Moreover, as the saying goes, haste makes waste. That kind of almost "evil" eagerness to achieve quick success by any means is likely to completely change a wizard's thoughts and personality, turning him into one of those crazy Dark Wizard.

Belle imagined Hermione becoming like Bellatrix and being imprisoned in the deepest part of Azkaban, and Bell quickly shook his head to dispel the thought.

"Hermione, shortcuts aren't always easy. Some shortcuts may seem appealing, but they actually come at a higher price."

So promise me you'll adjust your mindset and not be anxious.

Believe me, your wish will definitely come true.

Bell cupped Hermione's small face in his hands and said seriously.

"Um."

Hermione nodded and agreed.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione skillfully composed herself.

What? You're asking how it's possible to adjust your emotions so easily and quickly?

Just kidding, spending every day with those two "monsters," the Bell siblings, has made it a daily occurrence for Hermione to lose her composure. Even her worldview gets turned upside down every now and then.

Therefore, regulating emotions has almost become Hermione's passive skill; she doesn't need to actively cast it, and it also consumes no resources.

"... Bell, what are you doing?"

I don't know if it's because I've reached a certain age, or it's the result of Magic Power Enhancement.

"They're still up there."

Hermione looked very conflicted.

"You said you were up there. It's just the two of us down here, what are we afraid of?"

"But, what if... ooh... ooh..."

Bell silenced Hermione's "but" with his mouth.

There was no other way; he simply couldn't find the time.

While his relationship with Hermione wasn't exactly common knowledge, the people upstairs were undoubtedly very clear about it.

So, what if?

Well, just in case.

Just as their breathing became more rapid and their movements more daring, a dazzling green beam of light suddenly shone in from the window, shining directly on them.

Immediately afterwards, screams, louder and louder, rang out once again.

Clearly, something has happened outside again.

"Bell, go check what's wrong."

Using all her remaining sanity, Hermione managed to push Bell off her.

With such a commotion outside, the parents who had just gone upstairs would definitely notice and come down to inquire about the situation.

Hermione didn't want her parents to see her and Bell being intimate. Otherwise, she would be so embarrassed that she'd drag Bell down with her in a double suicide pact!

Bell stood up, he was furious!

He was so angry he wanted to kill someone!

Although he didn't intend to "eat" Hermione here, after all, his future father-in-law and mother-in-law, as well as his sister Shanna, were all upstairs.

But he can always skirt around the rules, right?

As a result, he was forced to stop before he had even begun.

This is so unbearable!

So, we're all wizards, what's the problem? Why not just use Wand to solve it? What's with all the screaming?!

And what colors are these?!

Don't let Bell know who created this green light, or he'll definitely unleash a Cruciatus Curse to let the other person experience his rage!

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'Knock knock knock~'

A series of hurried footsteps sounded.

"Gege! Gege! Has something fun happened outside again?"

With boundless energy, Shanna charged down the mountain first.

"Gege? What are you two doing?"

Seeing Hermione's flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance, Shanna asked in confusion.

"Cough cough cough! No, it's nothing. Let's go out and take a look."

Bell quickly stepped forward, blocking Shanna and Hermione, and pulled Shanna towards the door.

"Oh~"

After glancing at her Gege with a puzzled look, Shanna put her previous doubts aside.

She's more interested in the unrest outside now!

Just as I reached the door, a series of soft popping sounds came from outside.

As Bell opened the door, he was surprised to see Brandon and the others, who had just left, reappear outside the Wooden House.

"Why are you back again?"

Bell asked, puzzled.

"Young Master, it's the Dark Mark!"

After taking a few quick steps, Brandon stood in front of Bell, lowered his voice, and said nervously.

Looking up at the skull coiled with venomous snakes in the air, Bell was even more certain that the Double Socket Hero's aesthetic sense was indeed questionable.

This thing is absolutely hideous!

"So? Voldemort has come back to life?"

"Uh, well... I don't think so."

Brandon was sweating bullets when faced with Bell's question.

Despite being a highly trained Special Operations Team leader, Brandon was confident that even if the Dark Lord actually appeared before him, he would have enough courage to take out his Wand and fight if he dared to challenge him.

However, he really didn't have the courage to say the Dark Lord's name out loud.

So Brandon didn't know whether to praise his Young Master master for his skill and daring, or for his youthful fearlessness.

"Did the Death Eater break out of prison en masse?"

"Uh, well... I haven't received any such notification, so I don't think so."

"Then why are you panicking!"

Filled with resentment, Bell glanced at Braden with displeasure.

So this guy must have gotten in through connections!

"But, Young Master, that's the Dark Mark! The Dark Mark is..."

"Alright, alright, no more 'buts'."

Bell took out his Wand and pointed it forcefully at the hideous mark in the sky.

'Buzz~'

With a piercing sonic boom, a huge hole appeared in the center of the Dark Mark. The entire skull was severed by the Lazy Waist, and the remaining parts vanished into the night sky in the blink of an eye.

"Okay, that's all for now. Is there anything else? Like, is there some trouble again?"

Bell stared intently at Braden, desperately hoping to hear the word "yes" from him.

He's currently seething with anger and just wants to find some "Helpful People" to vent it!

However, reality is often not as satisfactory as people imagine.

No, no.

Brandon stared incredulously at the night sky, now dark again, his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

"Our Young Master is too reckless! Is this really Chief William's son?"

Brandon glanced at Miss Shanna, who looked extremely disappointed upon hearing that no one was causing trouble, and quickly put his eyes down.

He knows nothing!

"Tsk!"

Bell smacked his lips in annoyance.

"Alright then, if there's nothing else, you guys should go back and rest. You've all had a long day."

Suppressing his anger, Bell stomped on the ground a couple of times to make it even more solid, then waved helplessly, signaling Braden and the others to leave quickly.

"Young Master, should I leave two men behind to protect you and Miss?"

There were just too many tedious things to do tonight. Even though he already knew that his Young Master and young lady were exceptionally capable, Braden was still very uneasy.

"No need, everyone get back to what you were doing!"

Just kidding, with two door gods standing by his side, Bell would feel uncomfortable even sleeping.

"Oh, right! When you leave, remember to take Mr. Roberts and his family with you and send them to the Ministry of Magic."

Ever since he came back, Bell has felt like he's forgotten something.

Standing outside the Wooden House, seeing the Mr. Roberts family of four lying under the big tree not far away, Bell finally remembered what he had forgotten.

Hopefully, the poor Mr. Roberts and his family won't catch a cold because of his little mistake. Otherwise, he'll feel guilty.

perhaps?