Because the next day was Tuesday, after dinner was finished, Mr. Weasley really wanted to drag the energetic young lads out to the shed to make some major modifications to his Ford Anglia.
However, under Mrs. Weasley's "Death Stare," Mr. Weasley, exhausted from a hard day's work, obediently went to wash up and rest.
He still had to go to work tomorrow, after all.
Cedric said his goodbyes to the group and returned to his own home; he would come back to find Kyle and the others tomorrow.
Kyle, on the other hand, stayed at the Burrow. He was going to live here for a while.
The Weasley twins' bedroom was as messy as a dog kennel. It was barely enough to contain the two scourges themselves, let alone squeeze Kyle in.
As for staying with Ron...
Although Ron was technically in the same year as Kyle, Kyle clearly had a better relationship with the twins.
Mrs. Weasley settled Kyle into Charlie's room.
Actually, Kyle had originally intended to go sleep in his "Mount Akina Villa."
Soon, time slipped away unnoticed through the cracks of their fingers.
Under the guise of mutual beatings—no, cooperative training—the trio's proficiency with the Shield Charm improved rapidly.
Now, with just a thought, they could erect a defensive barrier anytime, anywhere.
The time to head to London was ripe. Early Thursday morning, Kyle dragged the three of them onto the Knight Bus.
Originally, Floo Powder would have been the better choice. This alchemical invention, which has been around for seven centuries, has been the most comfortable mode of transport loved by wizards everywhere since its debut.
Floo Powder is a glittering powder that wizards can use via fireplaces.
One simply has to stand in a burning fireplace connected to the "Floo Network," grab a handful of Floo Powder, clearly state the destination's name, and throw down the powder.
Its travel experience is certainly not as terrible as Portkeys or Apparition.
However, ever since Kyle experienced the Knight Bus a while back, he had fallen in love with the sensation of speeding madly down the road, moving so fast that his soul was left behind and couldn't catch up.
An out-of-body experience (Physical).
He had already decided that once he went back, he would have Alfred buy every model of dream supercar on the market for him to modify.
The distance from the Burrow to London was roughly over three hundred kilometers, but the Knight Bus took less than ten minutes to arrive in London.
Three swaying figures followed Kyle off the bus.
At Kyle's request, the Knight Bus driver, Ernie Prang, had specifically floored the gas pedal to the max.
The chosen route was also the most tricky and winding one, which led to...
"Bleugh!"
"George, you're so weak." A pale-faced Fred pinched his nose in disgust, but a second later, he too— "Bleugh!"
Kyle scratched his head. How could Gryffindor's two best Beaters get carsick?
It must be that their bodies are too frail.
Look at Cedric, although he can't walk in a straight line, at least he didn't throw u—
"Bleugh!"
Okay, he didn't say anything.
No matter how glamorous a city is, as long as the moral quality of its inhabitants hasn't reached the level of a legendary Utopia, darkness will inevitably breed in corners invisible to people.
However, as the capital of the UK, London's security management is still quite decent.
Compared to New York, where crime-ridden neighborhoods like Hell's Kitchen exist, the probability of criminal incidents occurring in London in broad daylight is actually quite low.
So, Kyle and his team's operation had to wait until after nightfall.
Of course, this didn't mean they had nothing to do during the day.
Compared to Master Batman's Gotham City, where gangs are everywhere, or Los Santos, which has never known a day of peace, finding traces of a gang in London is actually quite difficult.
Kyle led the three rookies into a deserted alley.
"Up the roof," Kyle said concisely.
For the four of them, who had mastered the techniques of tree climbing and water surface walking, scaling walls dozens of meters high was as easy as walking on flat ground.
The four quickly leaped onto the rooftop of a building.
"Take this," Kyle handed each of them a card with golden patterns inlaid on the edges. "Just infuse magic into it, and the other cards will heat up. This will help us contact each other."
He demonstrated by infusing a bit of magic into the card in his own hand.
Cedric, George, and Fred all felt the cards in their hands begin to grow slightly hot.
At the same time, a glowing arrow appeared on their cards, pointing straight in the direction of the card in Kyle's hand.
"We will split up now to gather information and see if there are any targets nearby to strike. Before everyone is gathered, you absolutely must not act alone," Kyle warned sternly.
"What about the Trace on us?" Cedric raised a question.
"The Ministry of Magic isn't that fast at locking onto our location. Don't use magic lightly. Once you use magic, you must change your location within two minutes, understood?"
The other three nodded and tucked the cards into their robes.
"If you encounter danger, absolutely do not hold back. As long as you don't kill anyone, do whatever you want." Kyle's gaze swept over the faces of the other three. "Do not overestimate the other party's moral standards."
"Understood," George and Fred promised.
Kyle didn't really need to remind them of these things.
Because having Kyle as a sparring partner who didn't fight fair meant they were already thoroughly familiar with all sorts of underhanded tactics.
After informing the others of a few precautions, Kyle let them fly solo.
They were big boys now; if they messed up something like gathering information, they might as well find a noodle to hang themselves with sooner rather than later.
Night. A luxurious bar in London. Two people were conversing in low voices inside a hidden private room.
"I want you at the docks on Friday night." A middle-aged man in a suit pushed a glass of wine across the table.
Sitting opposite him was an oily, fat man with a face full of hardened flesh.
"Boss Falcone, is there a problem?"
"Flass, I don't want any screw-ups with this last batch of goods."
"Of course, I'll handle it."
The conversation in the private room gradually quieted down.
Neither of them noticed that beneath their table, a listening device was silently recording all their conversation.
On the rooftop of the bar, a figure was crouching quietly in the darkness of a corner, listening to their dialogue through monitoring headphones.
Thanks to five years of experience playing the Dark Knight in New York, Kyle was completely familiar with the path of finding gang traces.
Shortly after separating from the other three, he had tracked a few street thugs, following the vine all the way up until he found this bar that looked like a gang gathering spot.
What he hadn't told Cedric and the others was that Grindelwald had already taken action to remove the Trace from him.
So, he could cast spells outside of school without any scruples.
With the help of the Disillusionment Charm, Kyle had smoothly infiltrated the bar and placed listening devices in every private room on the second floor.
And look, he had already caught a big fish.
After retrieving all the listening devices, Kyle took out the card from his pocket and infused some magic into it.
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