A Detective Held Back by Magic

As the saying goes, those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with trifles. For the sake of the family business, we had to sacrifice my aunt's happiness!

... The main reason is that Bell didn't think too much about it at the time; he just impulsively decided to go for it.

Now that things have come to this, there's no turning back; we have no choice but to grit our teeth and go on.

And he might not necessarily fail, right?

Although the probability is a little low, it should still be at least 10%... right?

Well, it's all about human effort.

What if it works out? Then, Auntie's happiness could be recovered with interest.

After a lavish last meal, all the prisoners were gathered together again.

After Bell waved his hand, someone returned the Wand that had been prepared to the prisoners.

Seeing their Wand returned to them, the prisoners were moved to tears.

They only learned to cherish what they had when they lost it. Although it had only been less than a day, the despair and helplessness they felt at losing their Wand was something they never wanted to experience again in their lives!

Naturally, after regaining their Wand and spellcasting abilities, some people couldn't help but start thinking again.

Although they had been informed beforehand that their Wand were sealed and they could not use Side-Along Apparition, so they had no chance of escaping.

But the question is, do they need to run?

Keep in mind, there are over 300 people on their side!

While the wizards of the Menethil Family on the other side were powerful, they only numbered a little over 100.

The current situation is completely different from when they were forced to surrender last night; the advantage has been reversed!

With such a large numerical advantage, they could drown all the Menethil Family lackeys around them with just a spit from each of them, right?

"Diffindo!"

Having anticipated that some would misbehave, Bell used Legilimency on all the prisoners before distributing the Wand.

Therefore, he could see through any discordant thoughts that arose in these people's minds at a glance.

Of course, with so many people here, Bell couldn't guarantee that he could accurately locate every single one of them.

So if there was any accidental injury, all I can say is sorry.

Although he doesn't feel guilty.

A white Curses shot out from the tip of Bell's staff, splitting into more than a dozen beams that struck different parts of the crowd.

The next moment, a large amount of blood spurted out, filling the entire space with a crimson hue.

The prisoners stared in horror at the corpses and remains scattered on the ground, wondering why this demon from the Menethil Family had suddenly turned on them.

As expected, the Menethil Family are all perverts!

Bell didn't care that his actions had damaged his family's reputation.

As long as we can deeply imprint fear in the hearts of these prisoners and reduce the possibility of them turning against us later, a little bit of bad reputation is nothing. Let it get worse if it gets worse.

Anyway, his father would take care of that kind of thing later; it wasn't within his consideration.

"Listen up, everyone! Tonight, you will have a chance to fight for the Menethil Family!"

If you behave well, you will regain your freedom!

Moreover, our Menethil Family has always been committed to rewarding merit!

If you perform well enough and make enough contributions, wealth and honor will be within your reach!

But!

If any of you harbor any ill intentions, their fate will serve as a model for you!

Now, everyone, follow orders and form groups. Anyone who dares to disobey will be executed on the spot!

With such a bloody lesson before them, the subsequent operations went very smoothly.

Under the supervision of the Action Team members, the prisoners obediently boarded the Flying Car and were transported to the designated location.

"Ugh! What bad luck! Why did it have to be my shift tonight?"

Outside the headquarters of the Skull and Bones, a patrolling wizard yawned and complained.

"Alright, stop complaining. Cheer up, or you'll be in trouble if the higher-ups see this."

Another patrolling wizard said with dissatisfaction.

Although the wizard was also unhappy that it was his turn to be on duty today, he dared not be careless in the slightest.

Things are different now. Normally, night patrols are just for show.

Although there are constant conflicts between the various wizarding groups in the United States, none of them dare to really defy public opinion and launch a large-scale attack on the headquarters of other groups.

That would invite a united attack from other groups.

Not to mention, they also have the behemoth that is the Magical Congress of the United States of America above them.

The Magical Congress will not allow wizards to engage in large-scale warfare.

So, the so-called night patrol is nothing more than taking a casual stroll and then finding a corner to slack off and go to sleep.

Unfortunately, everything changed today.

I don't know which damned, fearless bastard dared to violate the unwritten rule of the American Wizarding World and launch a genocidal sneak attack on the wizarding community.

What's most terrifying is that the other side not only succeeded silently, but also wiped out ten families in one night!

One of them was even the mighty Thunderbird Wings!

If you ask him to say it, the murderer must be the Menethil Family, who have become increasingly unruly in recent years.

Unfortunately, he was just a menial patrolman, and the big shots wouldn't listen to him.

So all he could do was patrol cautiously, praying that the ruthless Menethil Family wouldn't come after their Skull and Bones.

However, as the saying goes, good things don't come true but bad things do, and the wizard suddenly noticed something unusual.

"Hey! Look, isn't it foggy?"

The wizard shook his companion vigorously and said nervously.

"It's just fog. It's the middle of the night, isn't it normal for fog to appear? What's the big deal?"

I'm not trying to be mean, but how many times have you made a scene this night?

For example, just before, a bird flew by in the sky, and you nervously used Curses to shoot it down.

Because of this, the higher-ups thought we had encountered the enemy, so they mobilized a large group of people to rush over.

It turned out to be just a bird, and it gave us a good scolding.

Relax, the killer won't come.

The events of last night have been exposed, and the perpetrator must know this. All our organizations will be on high alert, and it will be impossible for them to launch another sneak attack.

So the murderer is probably already on the run, don't worry.

His analysis was logical and well-founded, as if he were possessed by Sherlock Holmes. Whether others believed it or not, he believed it.

You know, even though he's an United States, that doesn't stop him from enjoying the Sherlock Holmes!

Even as a child, he had already studied the Sherlock Holmes carefully from beginning to end many times.

If he hadn't suddenly received Acceptance Letter from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and learned that he was actually a legendary wizard, he would surely be a great detective known throughout America by now!