I, Tom, Am a Bastard!

Crossing the Place de la Bastille, William and Hermione stopped in front of a marble slab at the corner of Rue Saint-Antoine and Rue Jacques-Cœur.

The marble slab is inscribed in French: "This was originally the gate to the Bastille Prison."

The main gate is definitely gone; it's now the entrance to the Minotaur Bar.

Like Station 9, this place is enchanted, Muggle generally cannot enter.

William and Hermione walked through the marble and entered a dilapidated, low-ceilinged underground bar.

The surroundings were dark and gloomy, like a prison.

Those who frequent this place are mostly criminals from the France Wizarding World. Many male and female wizard criminals from Paris gather here, and their wanted posters are hung on the four walls.

William spotted the arrest warrants for the two of them immediately:

Stark and Granger were listed as extremely dangerous wizards for attacking Cregan, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, in Paris. A reward of 500 Galleon was offered for information leading to their capture, and 5,000 Galleon for information leading to their capture.

"... When did they attack Cregan?"

William stared at the words "five thousand Galleon," his heart stirring with desire... He wondered if he could claim the reward if he turned himself in.

Then, if Dumbledore intervenes and gets him and Hermione out of trouble, they'll make a fortune!

Why not take advantage of this opportunity?

Hermione stared at the photo, not very happy. She thought the angle was bad and made her hair look messy.

William comforted him, "Once the shampoo is improved, we'll take a stroll to the Ministry of Magic and have them take another picture."

Hermione laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

The two spent five or six minutes commenting before entering the bar.

Several female Goblin danced on stage, while a radiant Goblin jazz singer sang softly.

Her wand sprayed out a trail of swirling smoke, creating a visual image to accompany the lyrics.

Dumbledore would probably like this Goblin; he could suggest to the headmaster that she be invited to sing at Hogwarts.

As they entered the bar's lobby, many people stared at them. The two were dressed smartly and looked quite young, not like dark wizards at all.

It felt like Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor had wandered into Hogwarts... wasn't he just there to be delivered to his doom?!

Especially William...

Several older witches stared at him with burning eyes, licked their dry lips, and revealed covetous smiles.

Tom was definitely a handsome guy when he was young, with a bit of a pretty boy vibe... His looks were only slightly less striking William's original face.

But he can definitely go toe-to-toe with Cedric.

Old witches love these young, handsome men.

The shopkeeper, a witch, saw William, this handsome young man, and her eyes lit up. She immediately ran over.

She grabbed William's arm and dragged him toward the bar... She kept squeezing with a certain surprisingly large part of her body, and didn't forget to stare straight at the boy with her alluring eyes, which were covered in crow's feet.

That woman is so fierce!

"Today, it's my treat," the woman said with a beaming smile and a seductive voice. "If you'd like, you can also try some unusual drinks!"

She shook the pair of incredibly bouncy jellies.

William pretended not to understand and said with a smile, "Auntie, I'm still a child. Two cups of eggnog will be enough for me."

"Auntie..." The witch took a breath, snapped her fingers, and exchanged a knowing glance with the House-elf beside her.

The House-elf hurriedly left.

Soon, two stemmed glasses filled with brown liquid landed on the bar counter from above.

William reached out, took a glass of eggnog, swirled it, sniffed it, and grinned broadly.

"The wine is good, but it has a little Amortentia added... Hmm, the taste is quite mild... Has it been stored for long enough?"

Of course, the longer it's kept at that time, the stronger the medicinal effect.

The witch's expression immediately turned sour; she hadn't expected to be seen through so easily.

You're an expert!

Hermione was taken aback and glared at the old woman!

She hated Amortentia the most! So every year, she would throw all of William's chocolates into the trash.

As for checking? No need. Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!

William swirled his glass, then downed it in one gulp. His eyes were clear, showing no signs of being affected by the Amortentia.

He said softly, "Another one, with ice."

This composed demeanor is all the more attractive to women.

"Speak, what brings you here?" She rested her chin on her hand and placed the milky-white jelly on the table.

"This is not a place for a wizard like you."

William glanced at the table, feeling as if it were about to collapse under its weight.

"I'd like to ask you something, Auntie."

"What is it?" the woman yawned.

Where is the Mysterious Circus performing recently?

"Why are you looking for the Mysterious Circus?" the woman asked, frowning.

"Of course, we're going to see the show," William replied matter-of-factly.

Hermione nodded, a curious expression on her face.

The woman glanced at Hermione, Hermione, sporting Costa's face, tried to raise her chin and adopt an arrogant demeanor.

"It's Place Cachée." The woman took a flyer from the counter.

The sign read: Mysterious Circus - Monsters and Deformed Children! Place Cachée, Don't Miss Out!

The Mysterious Circus is an illegal activity and has long since gone underground; you can't find it without these flyers.

William folded the paper, put it in his pocket, and smiled, "Thanks. In return for the deal, what do I need to give you? Galleon or...?"

The woman stared intently at Tom Riddle's face, licked her lips, and said in a seductive voice, "Now that you're here, you think you can just leave?!"

William shook his head and said regretfully, "Auntie, even if you covet my body, I really can't agree to this!"

"Not because of that lame excuse that I still want to work hard!" William shouted, drawing everyone's attention.

"It's because I, Tom, am a bastard, a beast, an animal, a parasite."

So I advise you all to cherish life and stay away from Tom. Of course, if you dare, come to United States and chop me up!

"Grab him!" The witch paused for two seconds, then said coldly, "Break both legs, leave one!"

Hermione picked up the eggnog from the table and splashed it on the woman's face.

Five or six wizards rushed over, and William flicked his left hand, throwing away the ring wrapped around his finger.

That's not a ring, it's Occamy!

The Occamy instantly swelled, crushing the wizards to the ground. The Niffler darted left and right, taking advantage of the chaos to steal wallets from the bar.

A heavily tattooed sorcerer, grinning maliciously, charged forward, wand in hand.

William waved his wand, and the chair on the ground turned into a thin snake that coiled around his legs.

Caught off guard, he fell to the ground.

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione, working with William, was reaping heads.

The wizard was thrown out and slammed hard against the wall.

Screams erupted from the bar, and many customers vanished in a flash, including the owner.

Five or six voices rang out from different places—followed by a series of dazzling flashes of light.

William channeled his magic, and with a gentle wave of his wand, a white protective shield enveloped him and Hermione.

The spells sounded like raindrops hitting glass, making DiDi -pattering sound.

William left Hermione in the magical shield, and he teleported behind a wizard.

Before the other person could react, William flung him away as if he were whipping a whip.

Avada Kedavra!

William Apparition again, and a green light appeared where he had been standing.

William materialized behind a short wizard, raised his left hand, and a silver longsword appeared, plunging directly into the man's chest.

William recognized the other person; he was also an "international friend" listed on the wanted poster.

William held his wand to his chest, chanting a spell. Suddenly, he aimed it at the bar lobby, and a beam of blue light shot out, instantly shattering the bar counter.

The magic raged wildly. Dust rose and the entire building shook, with dust falling from the cracks in the walls.

Once things quieted down, all the wizards fled.

The Occamy shrank back to William's hand, resembling a ring. The Niffler, having stolen a large amount of Galleon, was happily stuffing them into its pouch.

Hermione walked over, carrying two wands.

"Let's go, Auror," she said softly.

William nodded and Apparated Hermione Apparition.

He's kept his achievements hidden, William did attack the dark wizard. Hopefully, Tom's name will spread throughout the Paris underworld.

Ideally, someone would issue an arrest warrant and go to United States to find him... (playing games).

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