Lynn turned his head, looked past John, and looked at Big Golden Retriever, who was lying on the carpet in the living room, pretending to be asleep.
"Buddy, come here."
Lynn suddenly shouted.
Golden Retriever on the carpet twitched his ears, quickly put on a silly and cute expression, stuck out his tongue and ran over, making a flattering "woof" sound in his throat.
Lynn looked at this big fluffy dog, half smiling.
"Aren't you always interested in those Dark Magics and other Unforgivable Cursess that can cause diarrhea?"
Lynn gently kicked Buddy's dog legs with his toes and said slowly,
"Now the opportunity has come. You should catch up and follow that old man. As long as you save his life at the critical moment, I estimate that with his current state of betrayal and alienation, he will never refuse to teach you anything again."
Buddy The dog hair all over his body stiffened suddenly.
It's brown dog eyes widened, with an innocent expression on its face that said "What are you talking about? I'm just an ordinary repair dog and I don't understand it at all."
It deliberately tilted its head, making a confused whine in its throat, and even stretched out its paws to scratch its ears, trying to continue pretending to be stupid.
How did this exploiting class know that they were magic geniuses?!
I was so careful every night, not even a little bit of magic power fluctuation was leaked out!
Seeing Buddy's superb acting skills like an Oscar winner, Lynn chuckled.
He didn't say much, he just raised his left hand and pointed with his right hand at the black Bracelet "jie" on his wrist that he had worn for a long time.
"Stop pretending, Buddy."
Lynn's voice was very soft, but it made Buddy's heart instantly freeze.
"Every corner of Long Island Estate, every flow of energy, cannot escape my eyes."
Lynn bent down slightly, stared at the guilty dog eyes of Buddy, and lowered his voice:
"It tastes good to eat beef jerky in the middle of the night every day, isn't it?"
Buddy The tail of the dog that was wagging happily froze in mid-air for an instant.
It knows that it has been completely exposed now, and the beautiful life of eating and waiting to die in this house is gone forever.
But... if you want to learn Dark Magic.
Buddy's dog's eyes flashed with excitement.
It is indeed unpleasant to work for this capitalist, but if you go out on a public trip and can legitimately learn the truly fatal spell from that old Wizards, the deal seems to be not a bad deal.
"Don't worry, boss! I'll take care of it!"
Buddy put away that stupid look without hesitation, and his eyes instantly became extremely sharp.
"Well done, don't lose your share!"
Buddy turned around and rushed out of the villa door like an arrow leaving the string, blending lightly into the gradually deepening night outside the Manor, quickly following the scent left by Joseph.
New York, North American Ministry of Magic Headquarters lobby.
It was approaching noon, and the hall was still crowded, filled with noises of sadness and anger.
When the door was pushed open from the outside and Joseph, wearing a worn-out duffle coat, walked openly into the hall, the entire space seemed to have been pressed on the pause button.
All the sounds disappeared without a trace in an instant, and hundreds of eyes were fixed on the old man.
There was only two seconds of dead silence before the curses and roars like a volcanic eruption instantly overturned the dome.
"It's Joseph! The traitor who betrayed us all!"
"You Wizarding World shame, you're not dead yet?! How dare you come back!"
"Kill him! Revenge for the dead Auror!"
The crowd was completely out of control.
I don't know who made the move first, but a streak of Severing Charm flew past Joseph's cheek, leaving a deep blood mark on his cheekbone.
Immediately afterwards, jinxes of various colors, debris, and even spittle were thrown at him overwhelmingly.
Joseph did not pull out the Wand hidden in the cuff.
He was hunched over, letting the spells tear his coat apart, and letting the angry fists and feet hit him through the crowd.
He just gritted his teeth and moved toward the deepest part of the hall with difficulty but determination.
"I want to see the minister!"
Joseph's voice was hoarse but full of determination, "Take me to see the minister!"
Just when several young Wizardss who were out of control were about to shoot Joseph to death on the spot with the more deadly Dark Magic, a very majestic scolding suddenly came from the corridor above the hall:
"Stop it all!"
Everyone's movements froze.
Old Minister, who was wearing a dark gray robe and holding a dark red wooden cane, was standing behind the railing, looking down with his eyes full of compassion and pain.
"Your Excellency Minister! He is a traitor!"
Someone shouted unwillingly.
"Ministry of Magic has Ministry of Magic's law! No one has the right to use lynching without a formal trial by Wizengamot!"
Old Minister glanced around majestically, and then his eyes fell on Joseph, who was covered in blood and in a state of embarrassment.
An extremely hard-to-detect surprise flashed across his eyes quickly, but it was quickly replaced by sadness and grief.
"Bring him to my office."
Old Minister sighed, turned around and walked deeper into the corridor.
The heavy soundproof oak door was closed, completely blocking out the boiling murderous intent outside.
Joseph was panting and leaning against the door panel. Before he could speak, the aloof Old Minister had already walked over quickly, threw away the wooden stick in his hand, and tightly grasped Joseph's arms with his old hands.
"Joseph... My child, you are still alive!"
Old Minister's voice trembled violently, and his eyes instantly turned red.
He looked up and down at the wounds on Joseph's body, his eyes filled with disbelief and excitement of recovery.
"Pist that bastard! He confessed that he killed you with his own hands! He kicked you into the sewer!"
Hearing the concerned trembling voice of the old mentor and looking at the bloodshot eyes due to excitement, Joseph's defenses completely collapsed at this moment.
Lynn Those cold-hearted analyzes and speculations in Long Island Estate were all thrown out of the window by Joseph at this moment.
He looked at the old man in front of him who was carrying all the pressure on his shoulders to protect him, and tears burst out of his eyes.
"Teacher... I thought I would never see you again."
Like a wronged child, Joseph knelt down at Old Minister's feet,
"I am a sinner. I handed over the coordinates to Vought International for my family... I deserve to die!"