Chapter 61 Magical Strength?
Moon calmly watched Dumbledore.
His heart was no longer as anxious as before.
He already possessed great power and the confidence to change everything.
But he had to quickly understand how Voldemort managed to break his Time-Space Magic.
He asked in an inquisitive tone: "Headmaster Dumbledore, I want to know, when I use Time-Space Magic, I stop all time around me, but why does my magic instantly fail when I touch Voldemort? Is my Time-Space Magic not strong enough?"
He wanted to gain more knowledge about "Time-Space Magic" from Dumbledore.
He also wanted to know how high the power he possessed could reach.
However,
As soon as Moon finished speaking,
Hermione, who was beside him, suddenly gasped, her face filled with shock.
She looked at Moon with an incredulous gaze,
her voice trembling slightly: "What? Moon, you… you can actually use Time-Space Magic?!!!"
She couldn't believe what she had heard; the knowledge she had acquired could not explain this incredible power Moon possessed.
She had always thought that Moon only had some rather special magic abilities,
but she never expected that Moon could control time!
This completely exceeded her understanding.
She had used a Time-Turner, so she had researched it.
All books explicitly stated that Time-Space Magic was a product of Alchemy, and no living creature could directly use Time-Space Magic.
Yet, Moon seemed to be able to control it with ease!
Seeing Hermione's shocked expression, Moon showed a helpless smile.
He knew that his abilities had completely surpassed the understanding of ordinary Wizards.
He turned his head,
looked at Hermione, and said with a slightly teasing tone: "What? Hermione, did you only just realize it now? Actually, I've used Time-Space Magic many times already. Didn't you notice it before? For example, in the library, and in the Forbidden Forest?"
His tone was calm, but it carried a hidden meaning.
After all, he didn't want to mention their multiple violations of Hogwarts rules in front of the Headmaster.
Even if Dumbledore knew, he wouldn't care.
Hermione's body trembled when she heard Moon's words.
She instantly recalled the strange yet familiar magicfluctuations she had felt in the library and the Forbidden Forest,
as well as the extraordinary abilities Moon had displayed at the time.
She finally understood why Moon could so easily evade Filch's pursuit,
and why Moon could walk through Devil's Snare as if on solid ground.
Her bright, large eyes instantly widened.
She said in a shocked tone: "So that's it! No wonder those magic effects were so strange then! It was all the power of time!"
She murmured to herself, realizing that all the knowledge she had always believed in was now completely shattered like a bubble.
She looked at Moon with an inquisitive gaze.
She was eager to know,
how Moon had come to possess such powerful abilities.
And Dumbledore, hearing Moon's description,
his body also trembled slightly.
In his clear blue eyes,
a hint of shock flashed.
He looked at Moon with a scrutinizing gaze, as if wanting to see through him completely.
His once calm heart was now stirred with turbulent waves.
He had originally thought Moon had gained a trace of Time-Space Magic through some fortunate encounter.
He never expected that Moon's magic was already capable of accelerating his own time to achieve the effect of stopping everything around him.
To have such control over the power of time at such a young age was simply beyond his imagination.
Moon saw Dumbledore's slightly surprised expression.
He knew that the power he had displayed
had successfully attracted Dumbledore's attention,
and made him take him more seriously.
He once again fixed his gaze on Dumbledore,
and asked in a more urgent tone: "Headmaster Dumbledore, do you know why this is? Why can Voldemort so easily break my time magic? You must know the reason, right?"
He wanted to get more information about the "Time-Space Magic" being broken from Dumbledore's mouth.
Dumbledore slowly pulled himself out of his thoughts,
his eyes becoming deep and wise, as if recalling some distant past events.
He pushed his spectacles up his nose,
and slowly said in his hoarse yet magnetic voice: "Mr. White, the power you have displayed has exceeded the scope of my understanding, and I cannot give you a definitive explanation. However, based on my observations, it is likely that Voldemort's magic intensity surpassed the limit of what you could control."
His tone was calm, but full of wisdom.
"magic intensity?!"
Moon's face showed a puzzled expression when he heard Dumbledore's words.
His mind quickly raced; he knew that Dumbledore's words must contain a deeper meaning, and he had to understand the concept of "magic intensity."
It was the first time he had heard that magic also had intensity.
At this moment, he felt that the Harry Potter world he understood was not as simple as he thought!
Hermione, who was beside them,
heard Dumbledore's words,
and also showed a confused expression.
She looked at Dumbledore with a thirst for knowledge,
with a hint of question in her tone: "Headmaster Dumbledore, what is magic intensity? Why have I never seen a description of it in any book? I've read so many books about magic!"
Her heart was full of questions; she had always thought that her understanding of the magic world was comprehensive enough,
but everything today completely changed her previous thoughts.
She suddenly felt that the magic she understood was merely the tip of the iceberg.
Dumbledore saw Hermione's eager gaze,
and a relieved smile appeared on his face.
He cast his gaze over Moon and Hermione, and said in a slow yet magnetic voice: "Do you know what the essence of magic is?"
His words, like a riddle, echoed in the room, making Harry, Hermione, and Moon all fall into contemplation.
Hermione heard Dumbledore's question,
and quickly pulled out her notebook and quill from her pocket, ready to record Dumbledore's answer.
She flipped through her notebook while looking at Dumbledore with her inquisitive eyes,
trying to get a clearer answer from him.
She said in her earnest tone: "Textbooks do not explain in detail what the essence of magic is, but I have seen some explanations about magic in some magic books. The books mentioned that children of Wizard blood are born with magic, and when a Wizard's emotions fluctuate greatly, it is also easy for magic to riot."
This was merely the tip of the iceberg of what she understood; she could not truly comprehend what the essence of magic was.
Dumbledore listened to Hermione's words, and he nodded gently. A look of appreciation appeared on his face.
"Miss Granger, you spoke very well. What you said is indeed a manifestation of magic."
He paused in his speech,
and glanced at Moon,
"But the essence of magic is far more complex and mysterious than what you see!"
Chapter 62 Invincible
Dumbledore raised his wand, intricately wrapped with silver patterns.
He slowly waved it, and invisible magic power, stream after stream, was released from the tip of his wand, scattering into the air, like mischievous little sprites dancing in the sky.
As he waved his wand, a ghostly mist suddenly appeared in the spacious office.
The mist floated slowly in the air, emitting a mysterious and illusory glow, making one feel both familiar and strange.
On the other side, a mass of clear water also appeared out of thin air. That mass of clear water, like a giant water sphere, floated in mid-air, exuding a clear and pure aura, forming a stark contrast with the illusory mist.
Dumbledore looked at Moon with a meaningful gaze, his voice deep and magnetic, like a wise man who had experienced many vicissitudes, narrating an ancient secret: "Mr. White, do you want to know what magic power intensity truly is? Then today, I will give you an intuitive understanding."
He stretched out his hand, pointing at the ethereal mist, his tone becoming calm and solemn, as if stating an already destined fact: "Simply put, the magic power intensity you currently possess is equivalent to this mist. Although seemingly vast, it is very weak. It cannot condense into powerful strength, nor can it unleash its true might."
His words carried a hint of regret; he knew that the power Moon possessed was far from its peak.
Then, his finger pointed again at the water sphere suspended in mid-air, his tone becoming even more solemn: "And Voldemort's magic power intensity is like this water. It is not only more solid but also more powerful. Its strength can destroy everything that stands in its way."
His words were filled with apprehension for Voldemort's power; he also knew that defeating Voldemort was not an easy task.
Moon looked at the two distinctly different "magic powers" before him, and a glimmer of understanding finally dawned in his heart.
He seemed to understand what he had been lacking all along.
He had always pursued only the increase in magic value, but completely ignored the essence of magic, like having brute strength but being unable to unleash its true power.
"So, Voldemort didn't break my Time-Space Magic, but suppressed my spell by force through his powerful magicpower?"
Moon's tone became calm, and his mind gradually cleared.
He had always thought that Voldemort could break his Time-Space Magic because he possessed more profound magic power, but now he understood that it was simply because his magic power intensity was not strong enough.
He knew that he still needed to learn many things before he could become a true powerhouse.
Dumbledore nodded gently, his gaze filled with appreciation, seeming very pleased that Moon could understand so quickly: "You are right, Mr. White. The reason Voldemort was able to break your Time-Space Magic was not because he mastered more profound spells, but because his magic power intensity far exceeded your imagination. Although the 'Time-Space Magic' you cast is powerful, it still cannot withstand the crushing force brought by that immense magic power."
His tone carried a hint of warning; he hoped Moon would understand that the strength of power does not depend on skill, but on the power you inherently possess.
Upon hearing Dumbledore's explanation, Moon's mind suddenly became clear.
He finally understood his shortcomings.
He looked up at Dumbledore again, his tone full of curiosity: "Then, Headmaster Dumbledore, how can one increase their magic power intensity?"
He urgently wanted to know how he could become stronger.
Dumbledore looked deeply at Moon, and a mysterious smile once again appeared at the corner of his mouth.
His voice also became somewhat ethereal, as if narrating an ancient and mysterious secret: "Emotion is the key to increasing magic power intensity."
His words were full of wisdom and philosophy; he wanted to guide Moon to explore the essence of magic.
He slowly turned around and walked towards his bookshelf, which was filled with books.
His finger gently traced along the bookshelf, as if searching for something: "Many powerful spells exist by relying on the Wizard's emotions. For example, the Patronus Charm, familiar to many, requires extremely powerful positive emotions to cast, while the 'Avada Kedavra' used by Voldemort requires extreme negative emotions to activate it."
Dumbledore took a thick magic book from the bookshelf.
On the cover of that book, in gilded lettering, were written a few ancient words—"On Magical Emotions."
"You can read this book carefully; perhaps it can help you unravel the doubts in your heart." He handed the book to Moon.
"So, emotions also determine the strength of our magic?" Moon's eyes flashed with a thoughtful light upon hearing Dumbledore's words.
He seemed to have grasped the key to increasing his magicpower intensity.
"Yes!" Dumbledore nodded, his voice becoming even softer.
"During your growth at Hogwarts, you are actually subtly enhancing your magic power intensity. Everything you experience will subtly change your emotions, thereby affecting the magic power you release. So, you don't need to specifically learn how to increase your magic power intensity. All you need to do is control your emotions and let your feelings guide your magic."
His tone carried a hint of expectation; he hoped Moonwould understand that the power of magic comes not only from skill but also from within one's heart.
Hermione, hearing Dumbledore's words, quickly picked up her quill and rapidly jotted notes in her notebook.
She felt as if she had learned new knowledge, and she eagerly wanted to record all of it, wanting to understand all the mysteries of the magic world.
Moon looked at Dumbledore and Hermione, and he nodded thoughtfully.
He finally understood now why the power of the Obscurus, born within children, was so formidable.
It was all because they possessed extreme emotions, extreme pain, that allowed them to unleash such world-destroying power.
And he, when using magic before, had never infused any emotion into it.
He had merely used magic as a tool, without understanding its true essence.
He had to make a change!
Now he had found a way to make himself stronger.
He would integrate his emotions into magic, making his magic power even more potent!
In his mind, everything he had experienced in his life flashed by quickly.
A certain emotion suddenly appeared in his mind, an emotion he had never felt before, yet it was exceptionally strong.
That was, invincibility!
He wanted to become an invincible existence!
He wanted to use invincible power to protect everything he cherished.
He wanted to use invincible power to change this distorted world!
He wanted to become an invincible existence in the world!
He wanted to integrate this emotion into his magic power; he wanted to elevate his magic power to an unprecedented height!
His heart was like a raging inferno, and his soul, at this moment, completely awakened!
Chapter 63 Gran "Divided"
The Great Hall at Hogwarts was brightly lit, with long tables laden with all sorts of delicacies.
The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat and the sweet scent of pumpkin juice.
Students, dressed in their respective House robes, gathered in small groups, some conversing softly, others poring over textbooks, and some excited about the upcoming summer holiday.
The entire Great Hall was filled with a relaxed and joyful atmosphere.
Headmaster Dumbledore slowly walked to the podium.
His wrinkled face still bore a kindly smile.
He raised his hands, signaling for everyone to quiet down, and his voice, deep and magnetic, resonated throughout the Great Hall.
"Another school year is drawing to a close. I believe, for all of you, this has been a year full of challenges, and also full of opportunities.
I trust that you have all learned a great deal and gained many precious friendships this year."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over every student present, and his tone became even more solemn: "And now, it is time for us to award the House Cup.
After a year of effort, we will finally reveal which House is the most outstanding this year!"
His words instantly ignited the enthusiasm of all the students. They stopped their conversations and focused their attention on Dumbledore.
Their hearts were filled with anticipation and tension, as they all eagerly awaited to see if their House would win this year's House Cup.
Dumbledore smiled slightly, slowly picked up the parchment in his hand, and his tone became solemn and grave: "First, I want to announce that the fourth-place winner of this year's House Cup is Hufflepuff House, with a total score of… 352 points!"
As Dumbledore's words fell, a sparse round of applause broke out at the Hufflepuff table.
Their faces showed a hint of disappointment, as they knew they had lost the chance to contend for the House Cup.
Dumbledore paid no mind to Hufflepuff's disappointment; his face still held that kindly smile.
He continued: "The third-place winner this year is Gryffindor House, with a total score of… 378 points!"
At the Gryffindor table, a low sigh immediately arose, and their faces showed expressions of dejection and disappointment.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione also hung their heads, their faces full of dejection.
Only Moon remained very calm, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, his eyes full of amusement.
He knew that Dumbledore was deliberately building suspense, and that a good show was about to begin.
He looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, whose faces were somewhat downcast, and whispered comfortingly: "Don't worry, the surprises are yet to come."
His tone was relaxed and confident, as if he had seen through everything.
When Harry, Ron, and Hermione heard Moon's words, they looked up in confusion.
Their eyes were full of bewilderment; they couldn't understand why Moon was so calm.
Did he really not care about Gryffindor's score?
He was a member of Gryffindor!
Dumbledore paid no attention to the students' discussions.
His tone became solemn again: "The second-place winner of this year's House Cup is Ravenclaw House, with a total score of… 415 points!"
At the Ravenclaw table, a lukewarm round of applause broke out. Although they were in second place, their faces remained calm.
They didn't seem to care much about the ownership of the House Cup, after all, for them, knowledge was the most important thing.
At this moment, all the students' gazes were fixed on the Slytherin table.
They knew that the final winner was about to be revealed.
The Slytherin students all showed triumphant smiles; their hearts were filled with pride.
They all believed that this year's House Cup would surely belong to them, after all, they had all performed exceptionally well this school year.
Malfoy also showed a triumphant smile, his eyes full of confidence.
He seemed to have already envisioned Slytherin House lifting the House Cup.
Dumbledore looked up again, his gaze sweeping over every student present, a return of his characteristic kindly smile on his face, and his voice became even more resonant: "And the first-place winner of this year's House Cup is… Slytherin House! Their total score this year is… 487 points!"
At the Slytherin table, a deafening cheer erupted instantly.
Their faces were filled with pride and joy; they were proud of their House.
They raised their goblets high, cheering loudly, celebrating their victory.
The Gryffindor table, however, was exceptionally quiet at this moment.
They hung their heads, silent, their faces filled with dejection and disappointment.
Not only did they not win the House Cup this year, but Slytherin did.
Moon looked at the dejected Harry, Ron, and Hermione, shook his head, and whispered: "Don't worry, the best is yet to come."
No sooner had he spoken than Dumbledore's voice rang out again, interrupting the Slytherin students' celebration.
"I think today's celebration might be a bit premature.
Recently, some… unusual events have occurred at the school, and these events also need to be considered for House points."
The corners of Dumbledore's mouth curled slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, as if hinting at something.
His words instantly captured the attention of all the students.
They all looked up, wanting to know what had happened to make Dumbledore make such a decision.
Dumbledore did not directly state the reason but slowly said: "First, I want to award points to several students from Gryffindor House.
They have all shown great bravery and made significant contributions in the recent events!"
"I want to award Miss Granger 30 points, because of her… contribution!"
When Hermione heard Dumbledore's words, her face immediately showed a surprised expression.
She hadn't expected to receive extra points. She quickly looked up and gave Dumbledore a grateful smile.
"I want to award Mr. Weasley 30 points, because of his… courage!"
When Ron heard Dumbledore's words, he also looked surprised.
His somewhat dejected heart was rekindled with a flame of hope.
He excitedly waved his arms, seemingly wanting to express his inner excitement.
"I want to award Mr. Potter 30 points, because of him…!"
When Harry heard Dumbledore's words, he looked up, and a smile finally appeared on his face.
At the Gryffindor table, another cheer erupted, and their faces showed excited smiles.
They knew that everything they hoped for seemed to be approaching step by step.
As for Moon, looking at Dumbledore's slightly exaggerated performance, he could only shake his head helplessly.
Who made him the Headmaster, and from Gryffindor at that.
Next, Dumbledore changed the subject, and he again turned his gaze to Moon, his eyes filled with admiration and expectation.
His tone also became more solemn.
"Finally, I want to award Mr. Moon White 50 points, because he not only saved his friends in a moment of danger but also showed rare calmness and courage.
Everything he did is worthy of our admiration and learning!"
As Dumbledore's words fell, an even more enthusiastic cheer erupted at the Gryffindor table.
Their faces were filled with excitement and thrill; they knew that Gryffindor had won the final victory.
"Now, I want to announce that the ultimate winner of this year's House Cup is… Gryffindor House! Their final score is… 518 points!"
Dumbledore, with a brilliant smile on his face, announced the final result in his loud voice.
At the Gryffindor table, a tsunami-like cheer erupted instantly.
Their faces were filled with excitement and thrill, proud of their House's victory.
They vigorously waved their goblets, cheering loudly; their joy even infected the entire Great Hall.
At the Slytherin table, however, a sudden silence fell.
They couldn't accept what was happening before their eyes.
They had originally thought the House Cup was already theirs, but they hadn't expected Gryffindor to overtake them at the last minute.
Their faces were also filled with anger and unwillingness, but they were powerless to change any of it.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all jumped up and hugged each other.
Their faces were filled with joy; they knew they had brought long-awaited honor to their House, and their efforts had finally paid off.
Moon looked at the excited Harry, Ron, and Hermione, a faint smile on his face; he could feel their inner joy.
He secretly thought with satisfaction: "This old bee is so protective, I like it."
Chapter 64 Returning Home
The Hogwarts Express, like a giant red beast, was parked on the tracks, exhaling white steam.
Another school year had ended, and the air was filled with the sadness of parting and the anticipation of the holidays.
Harry hugged Hagrid tightly, his slender frame appearing even smaller before Hagrid's massive body. He spoke in a low voice, with a hint of reluctance: "Hagrid, I'll miss you. I'll write to you during the holidays!"
Hagrid grinned, gently patted Harry's back, and said in his booming voice: "Good boy, Hagrid will miss you too. Have a good holiday, and don't forget to take good care of Unicorn for me."
Harry reluctantly let go of Hagrid, his gaze then falling upon the snow-white Unicorn beside Hagrid.
Unicorn, stood elegantly beside Hagrid, its blue eyes shining with a gentle light. It gently nudged Harry's arm with its head, seemingly expressing its reluctance to part with Harry.
Moon also walked up to Hagrid and said in a calm tone: "Hagrid, please take good care of Unicorn during the holidays. Its body is still very weak and needs someone to look after it."
Hagrid laughed heartily, patting Moon's shoulder. His large hand, like a palm-leaf fan, almost completely covered Moon's body: "Don't worry, kid! I'll take good care of it. It's one of my Forbidden Forest family!"
Moon nodded with satisfaction. He could feel Hagrid's affection for Unicorn and knew that with Hagrid around, Unicorn was absolutely safe.
"Alright, everyone, it's time for us to go," Moon slowly turned, his gaze sweeping over Harry, Hermione, and Ron, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Mm!" Harry nodded heavily. Although a bit reluctant, he still followed Moon towards the Hogwarts Express.
Hermione and Ron also bid farewell to Hagrid separately, then followed closely behind.
Stepping onto the train, the carriage was filled with the excited chatter of students, but Harry, Ron, and Hermionewere exceptionally quiet.
They recalled everything they had experienced, their emotions complex, and more than anything, they were astonished and curious about Moon's formidable strength.
Harry broke the silence. He looked at Moon, who was sitting opposite him, his tone filled with relief and lingering fear: "Moon, it's a good thing your magic recovered, otherwise, I really don't know what I would have done!"
Ron echoed the sentiment, nodding in agreement: "Yeah, Moon, I was so scared then. I thought we were really going to lose you. I swear! I never want to experience something like that again!"
Hermione also looked at Moon with concern. She slowly said: "Moon, has your body truly fully recovered? Or do you still need more time to rest? If you do, we should find you some potions to replenish your magic."
Moon looked at their concerned eyes, his heart warmed. He smiled reassuringly: "Don't worry, I'm really fine. You don't need to worry about me anymore. I'm in a much better state now than before."
Next, they discussed how they would spend their respective holidays.
Their laughter echoed throughout the carriage.
The Hogwarts Express, carrying these young Wizards, slowly pulled away from the platform, heading into the distance towards London, filled with anticipation for the new semester and aspirations for the future...
Moon, carrying a somewhat old but sturdy suitcase, walked slowly down the familiar streets.
He could feel the surrounding air, still imbued with a familiar scent, the unique aroma of London.
He felt a sense of relaxation.
He walked into the street where the orphanage was located, slowing his steps to properly appreciate the familiar street and the old yet warm orphanage.
However, when he arrived at the entrance of the orphanage, he instantly stopped, his brows slightly furrowed.
He saw several black cars parked outside the orphanage.
Those black cars, under the sunlight, exuded a cold and sinister aura, and around them stood several men dressed in black suits and sunglasses.
They were leaning casually against the cars, puffing on cigarettes, and their faces all bore an ill-intentioned expression.
Moon's heart sank abruptly, and an ominous premonition instantly surged within him.
He could clearly sense that these people were definitely not good news, and their presence at the orphanage could not mean anything good.
He put down his heavy suitcase, took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. His body, too, entered a state of readiness for battle.
He quickly walked towards the orphanage.
Moon quickly passed through the orphanage gate and found that the once relatively tidy orphanage was now a mess.
Chairs and tables scattered everywhere had been roughly overturned, and children's toys were strewn all over the place.
The entire orphanage was in a state of chaos.
Moon's heart grew increasingly uneasy. He quickened his pace, hurrying through the corridor to the children's rooms.
He found several familiar small figures standing there, helpless, their faces filled with terror, their bodies trembling slightly, clearly frightened by the scene before them.
"Brother, you're finally back! Those bad guys! They were all bullying us!" A little girl cried and ran over, throwing herself into Moon's arms, her voice choked with sobs, her small body trembling slightly.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, brother is back! Brother will definitely protect you all!" Moon soothed the little girl with a gentle voice, his heart filled with self-reproach and anger.
After settling the children, his gaze finally locked onto the Head of House's room. He had to find the Head of Houseand figure out what had happened.
He quickly walked to the Head of House's room door and found two menacing-looking white thugs, dressed in black suits and sunglasses, standing at the entrance.
They were leaning against the doorframes, cigarettes between their fingers, puffing away and talking in low voices.
Their faces were full of disdain and mockery; they seemed not to care at all what was happening in this dilapidated orphanage, nor did they put the children here in their eyes.
And just behind them, from inside the Head of House's room, came a man's coarse and vicious voice, filled with undeniable threat: "I don't think you want children to go missing again, do you! As long as you pay 5000 pounds on time every month, we guarantee that this kind of thing will never happen again!"
Moon's face instantly darkened when he heard the man's words.
He finally understood these people's intentions—they were here to collect protection money!
And, they were demanding 5000 pounds right off the bat; this was simply an outrageous demand!
One must know that this was London in the 90s, where an average worker's monthly salary was only about 1000 pounds, and most people earned only around 500.
5000 pounds was simply an astronomical sum for this orphanage!
He abruptly stopped, halting in front of the Head of House's office door.
The two white thugs guarding the door also noticed Moon's presence.
They slowly turned around, their gazes sweeping back and forth over Moon.
When they saw Moon's youthful face, they both sneered contemptuously.
"Kid, this isn't where you belong. Get lost!" one of the white thugs, with tattoos on his arm and a scar on his face, said in an arrogant tone.
His lips curled up slightly, with a hint of mockery, seemingly not putting Moon in his eyes at all.
Before he finished speaking, he raised his thick right leg and kicked fiercely towards Moon's chest.
Moon looked at the approaching foot, his eyes icy cold.
If this large man's kick landed squarely, his body would surely suffer severe damage.
He didn't want to waste any more time!
Just as the opponent's foot was about to touch his body, his body suddenly erupted with a powerful magical fluctuation.
He used "Time-Space Power" to accelerate himself through time!
At this moment, everything stopped moving.
The two white thugs, as if a pause button had been pressed, froze stiffly in mid-air.
Everything around them also fell into stillness.
Only he himself could move freely.
At this moment, Moon's magic power within him had reached a terrifying level; he could manipulate time recklessly, accelerating or decelerating it at will.
A faint smile appeared on Moon's lips, and his figure instantly vanished from before the two thugs.
Chapter 65 Massacre
The two white thugs only felt their vision go black, followed by a sharp pain in their chests.
It was as if they had been hit by a high-speed train; their bodies instantly lost balance, flying backward uncontrollably.
They crashed through the old wooden door of the Head of House's office and fell heavily onto the floor.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two muffled thuds instantly threw the previously quiet room into chaos.
Inside the room, Adams, the gang leader, who had been sitting in a chair, and his five subordinates beside him, were all startled by the sudden turn of events.
They all abruptly stood up, their faces showing expressions of terror.
Their eyes were wide like brass bells, and the guns in their hands immediately pointed at the doorway, as if facing a formidable enemy.
They thought they had encountered some unknown attack, each pointing their pistols at the door, ready to fire at any moment, believing this was the only way to feel a sense of security.
However, when they clearly saw that the person standing at the door was merely a slender boy, a hint of relief appeared on their faces, though their eyes still remained full of vigilance.
"You! What are you doing?!" Inside the room, the Head of House, dressed in a floral print dress, rushed to Moon's front.
She firmly shielded Moon with her body, her tone filled with urgency.
She could sense the dangerous aura emanating from the gang members and knew she absolutely couldn't let them harm Moon, even if it meant sacrificing her own life.
"You mustn't act recklessly! Otherwise, I won't give you a single penny!" the Head of House said with a trembling voice, staring intently at Adams and his men.
Her body was also subtly trembling, but she still tried to maintain her composure, using her body to form a defense line for Moon.
Adams was a burly white man with a scarred face.
He wore a black leather jacket and a thick gold chain around his neck; on his right hand, he wore a huge gold ring that glittered dazzlingly under the light.
His eyes were fierce and greedy, and his face was full of a sinister smile.
He looked at his two still-unconscious subordinates on the ground, then turned his gaze to the young boy at the doorway.
Adams let out a deafening roar: "Kid! Did you do this?!"
His voice was rough and grating, echoing in the room, making the already tense atmosphere even more oppressive.
His tone was full of menace, as if he wanted to completely crush Moon with his imposing presence.
Moon gently pushed aside the Head of House in front of him.
He could feel the Head of House's concern for him and offered a comforting smile: "It's alright, Head of House, I'm back! This time, I'll resolve everything! I absolutely won't let these bad guys disturb us again!"
His tone was gentle yet firm, bringing a sense of reassurance to the Head of House, who was still in a state of panic.
It was then that she remembered Moon was a Wizard.
Moon turned, fixing his gaze on the gang members.
His eyes were like the frost of winter, cold and sharp.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly upward, revealing a cruel smile, and his voice became calm and icy, like a judgment from hell: "How do you wish to die?"
His voice was soft, yet filled with a chilling deterrent power.
He didn't want these people to die too quickly; he wanted them to experience what true fear was!
Adams froze instantly upon hearing Moon's words.
He hadn't expected a child to be so arrogant.
He raised the gun in his hand, aiming it at Moon's calf, a cruel smile on his face, and a tone full of disdain: "Kid! I think you're truly tired of living! It seems I need to teach you a good lesson! Let you understand what true power is! Die!"
With that, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
A "bang" shattered the room's tranquility, and a bullet, whistling through the air, flew towards Moon's calf.
However, just as the bullet was about to hit Moon's body, it mysteriously vanished into thin air, as if it had evaporated, leaving no trace.
Adams's eyes widened as he stared at the empty doorway, his face showing an expression of disbelief.
He completely failed to understand what had just happened; his bullet had clearly been fired, so why did it suddenly disappear?
The other five gang members also showed shocked expressions.
They exchanged glances, seemingly confirming what they had just witnessed.
Without the slightest hesitation, they immediately pulled their triggers, aiming at Moon.
A barrage of dense gunshots instantly erupted in the room, and countless bullets, like raindrops, flew towards Moon.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
However, no matter how much they shot, the bullets were like stones sinking into the sea.
The moment they approached Moon's body, they all vanished.
Moon stood still, not even frowning.
His clothes remained as neat as new, and his expression was as calm as water.
He could feel the magic power rapidly circulating within his body.
It was the Time-Space Power at work, completely devouring these bullets.
And all of this happened in the blink of an eye.
The moment the gunfire ceased, the entire room once again fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone's eyes were wide, and their mouths were agape.
Their faces were filled with shock, fear, and an indescribable bewilderment.
Their inner selves were completely shattered by everything that had just unfolded before their eyes!
They had never witnessed such a bizarre scene; everything they had believed in seemed to collapse completely at this moment!
Moon, meanwhile, stood calmly in place.
In his hand, he held a seemingly ordinary twig.
A faint silver glow emanated from the twig, making it appear exceptionally dazzling in the dim light.
His youthful face had also returned to its calm state, but his silver-white eyes were filled with coldness and killing intent.
He was like a demon king from hell, waiting for the moment to reap lives.
Moon slowly raised the wand in his hand.
His movements were gentle and slow, yet filled with heart-pounding power.
His gaze swept back and forth between Adams and his subordinates.
There was no trace of pity in his eyes, only endless coldness and killing intent.
"Now, it's my turn," Moon said softly.
His youthful voice, like a whisper from hell, clearly reached everyone's ears.
His tone was terrifyingly calm; every word, like a summons of death, echoed in the air.
Adams, the gang leader, and his five subordinates finally realized that the boy before them was not as simple as they had imagined.
What they faced might be an existence they simply couldn't defeat.
Their hearts began to fill with fear and unease.
They wanted to run, to escape this terrifying place, but found that their legs felt as if they were filled with lead, utterly unable to move.
Their gun-holding hands also began to tremble slightly.
They knew that what was about to happen would be an incredibly brutal massacre.
Adams forcefully suppressed the fear in his heart.
He compelled himself to calm down, using all his strength to say to his subordinates beside him: "Run! Run!"
Before his words had even finished, Moon's body once again vanished from their sight.
The next moment, he felt a sudden numbness in his arm, followed by an agonizing, heart-wrenching pain that instantly spread throughout his entire body.
"Ah!" He let out a desperate scream, and the gun in his hand fell weakly to the ground.
It was then that he saw a clean cut, as if made by a knife, on his wrist, which had been tightly gripping the firearm, and his arm was trembling uncontrollably from the intense pain.
At this moment, his other subordinates also screamed in agony, falling to the ground like dominoes.
Their bodies all had hideous wounds, as if they had been sliced by sharp blades.
Their blood, like a breaching flood, gushed from the wounds on their bodies, staining the ground red.
"W-what... what is this..."
Adams looked at everything happening before him with terrified eyes.
He finally understood what kind of terrifying existence he had provoked.
He wanted to struggle, to run, but found that his body was completely unable to move, as if bound tightly in place by an invisible force.
He could only watch, helplessly, as the boy holding the "twig" slowly walked towards him.
His heart was filled with despair.
He laboriously raised his head, and with a trembling voice, he looked at Moon and said: "You... you... who exactly are you? What exactly do you want to do?!"
His voice was filled with fear and unwillingness; he tried to understand Moon's identity, wanting to know what kind of monster he had provoked.
Moon squatted down, his silver-white eyes filled with coldness and mockery.
He aimed his wand at Adams's head and said calmly: "Remember, when you reincarnate in your next life, open your eyes a little wider, and don't provoke people you shouldn't."
After speaking, he waved his wand at Adams.
"Sectumsempra"
Chapter 66 Eighty years?
Barty Crouch, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, sat behind his large desk, his brow furrowed.
His sharp eyes were fixed on the parchment document in his hand, the ink on the paper seemingly exuding an ominous aura.
His fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk, the 'tap-tap' sound echoing in the silent office, betraying his inner agitation.
He looked up, through his characteristic, slightly exaggerated gold-rimmed glasses, at the slightly uneasy young Wizard standing before his desk.
His voice was low and carried a hint of authority: "Again? Is it that young Wizard Moon White again this time?"
The young Wizard's body trembled slightly, and he quickly nodded in response, fine beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead.
He knew that the Head of Department before him had an extremely volatile temper, and he dared not show any disrespect.
"Yes, Head, it's still Moon White this time.
According to the comprehensive Trace system records, he has once again shown abnormal spell-casting records."
The young Wizard's tone was clearly hesitant, as if he feared angering his unpredictable superior again.
Barty Crouch narrowed his eyes slightly.
He gently placed the document on the table, his gaze filled with confusion and bewilderment: "What is it this time?
Did he use some Unforgivable Curse in the Muggle world again?"
His tone carried a hint of anger.
He hated Wizards who didn't follow the rules, and he hated those who used magic to oppress Muggles even more.
The young Wizard shook his head again, his voice even lower, fearing that even a slight sound from him would displease the Head of Department: "No, Head, this time it's even more outrageous.
The spell-casting time he displayed was eighty years ago!"
"Eighty years ago?"
Crouch stood up abruptly after hearing the young Wizard's words, his face instantly turning grim.
"Are you sure your records aren't mistaken?
How could an eleven-year-old young Wizard use magiceighty years ago?
This is simply preposterous!"
His tone was filled with fury.
He believed that this must be due to some people in the Ministry of Magic being lazy, leading to errors in the records.
The young Wizard's body trembled even more, his face filled with terror, and he quickly waved his hands, saying: "Head, I swear on my life!
The records are absolutely correct.
The system shows that Moon White's last spell-casting record indeed occurred eighty years ago!
Perhaps... this isn't his power at all, but rather caused by something incomprehensible."
Barty Crouch fell silent, his gaze deepening.
His fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk again.
He seemed to have realized the seriousness of the matter.
He knew that some things could not be clearly explained by them.
After a moment of thought, he seemed to have made a decision, his tone becoming cold and decisive: "Have Yusef Scamander, who is responsible for that area, go and investigate.
I want him to find out what exactly is going on as soon as possible!"
The young Wizard, upon hearing Barty Crouch's command, felt as if he had been granted a great pardon.
He scurried out of the office like a startled rabbit.
He knew that all he could do now was escape this dangerous area.
He absolutely did not want to stay there for another second.
He knew that this incident was probably extraordinary, and certainly not something a young Wizard like him could be involved in.
Crouch fell back into contemplation, his gaze once again falling on the report on the desk, lost in thought.
In a dilapidated orphanage in London, a faint smell of blood still lingered in the air.
Although Moon had already used magic to dispose of the scattered bodies, the persistent stench seemed to silently remind people that a brutal slaughter had just occurred here.
Moon stood in the center of the ruined room, his hand tightly clutching the seemingly unremarkable "branch."
A cold light flickered in his silver eyes.
He slowly raised his head, looking at the Head of Housestanding in the corner, and said calmly: "Head of House, are you alright?"
The Head of House looked at Moon, her eyes still carrying a hint of fear.
She could feel that this young boy, though still seemingly innocent, exuded an awe-inspiring pressure.
This pressure made her feel afraid, yet also safe.
Her voice trembled slightly, but she forced herself to smile: "I, I'm fine, Moon, you... you just?"
She seemed to want to ask something, but didn't know how to begin.
Moon lowered his head, his tone becoming gentle: "You don't have to worry, Head of House, they're all dead, and they won't bother you again."
The Head of House looked at Moon with complex emotions.
She knew that Moon's composure was only to comfort her, and that Moon's heart must also be filled with pain.
She bit her lip tightly and said in a trembling voice: "I... I know people like them must have hurt many people, I..."
Moon quickly stepped forward and gently embraced the Head of House: "You don't have to worry, they were indeed heinous villains.
I'm just acting on behalf of heaven.
People like them should have disappeared long ago."
His tone was calm and firm, as if stating an already destined fact.
In Moon's warm embrace, the Head of House gradually calmed down.
She held Moon tightly, feeling his familiar scent.
Her heart finally found a trace of comfort.
She knew that with Moon, she had nothing to fear.
Moon gently released the Head of House.
He slowly raised the wand in his hand and, with practiced movements, used Repairing Charm in the room.
The broken windows returned to their original state.
The overturned tables and chairs returned to their original positions.
The broken toys miraculously became whole again.
The entire room, illuminated by the silver light, became even more warm and tidy.
Moon glanced at the Head of House, who still seemed somewhat shaken.
He smiled slightly and said in a comforting tone: "Head of House, don't worry, this time I won't let such people disturb the orphanage again!"
He knew that deep down, the Head of House was still filled with fear of these people.
After speaking, he turned and walked out of the orphanage.
He knew that he had more important things to do.
He needed to investigate what forces were hidden behind those gangs, and he also needed to determine if there were other similar organizations nearby.
As soon as he walked out of the orphanage's front door, he saw a familiar figure leaning against the wall, shivering.
It was one of the thugs who had been standing at the door earlier, who had seemed slightly more presentable.
His face was filled with terror, seemingly still immersed in the fear from before.
When he saw Moon walk out of the orphanage, his body trembled violently, and he wanted to flee immediately, but it was as if he was bound by something, unable to move at all.
Moon glanced at him, gently waved the wand in his hand, and whispered: "Accio."
The next moment, the thug flew uncontrollably to Moon's front, like an iron nail attracted by a magnet.
He stared with terrified wide eyes, his body trembling incessantly.
His face was as pale as paper, and his lips quivered, wanting to say something, but he found himself unable to make any sound.
"I can let you go," Moon's tone was calm and cold.
His eyes were fixed on the thug, as if he wanted to see through his soul.
"But you need to tell me, how many people are there in your organization?
Are there other organizations like yours?
You must tell the truth, otherwise, I promise, you will suffer even more than those people before!"
His tone was full of menace.
He had to let this thug know that he was not facing an ordinary child, but an existence that could control his life and death!
The thug seemed to be extremely frightened.
His body trembled violently, then he quickly nodded, his lips quivering, wanting to say everything he knew.
His eyes were also filled with fear and despair.
He had just seen what happened in the room and knew that the child in front of him was a devil!
And at this moment, all he could do was honestly answer Moon's questions to exchange for his slim chance of survival.
Moon was so impulsive because he needed stepping stones to embark on the path of invincibility.
These scoundrels happened to be useful for waste utilization.
Of course, it wasn't pure slaughter, but a fearless and dauntless spirit.
At this moment, he could already feel his magic growing stronger little by little.
"Everything has just begun."
Chapter 67 Gangster Headquarters
The night sky over London was shrouded in thick industrial smoke, and the light of the stars and moon appeared dim and weak.
In the Lambeth district, a derelict factory loomed in the darkness, like a sleeping behemoth awaiting its prey.
The rusty iron gate creaked and groaned in the night wind, as if narrating the passage of years it had endured.
Yet, within this seemingly dead factory, an unsettling force was hidden: a group of gangsters entrenched in the darkness.
Moon stood at the factory entrance, his silver-white eyes gleaming with a cold light in the night.
He could feel that this abandoned factory was far more complex and dangerous than he had imagined.
A faint smell of blood, mixed with a sickening stench of decay, permeated the air.
He knew that many unspeakable, dirty secrets were hidden here.
Beside Moon, a scrawny figure was trembling.
It was Karl, a gang thug Moon had brought from the orphanage, a pathetic puppet enslaved by the gang.
Karl's former arrogance had completely vanished in front of Moon; he was like a rat with its teeth pulled out, trembling incessantly.
He could clearly feel the powerful oppressive aura emanating from Moon.
He knew that the child before him was a devil.
"Speak! Tell me everything you know."
Moon's voice was a whisper from hell.
His tone, though calm, carried an undeniable authority.
Upon hearing Moon's words, Karl's body trembled violently.
He said in a trembling voice, "S-sir… I-we belong to… the Peckham Boys. We're their subordinate organization."
His voice was filled with fear; he was terrified of saying the wrong thing and angering the child before him.
"Peckham Boys?" Moon repeated the unfamiliar name, his brows slightly furrowed.
He could sense that this was a much larger gang organization than he had initially thought.
"We are mainly responsible for… for extortion, collecting protection fees in the Muggle world, and also… also, kidnapping young Muggle people for forced labor!"
Karl continued, his body trembling even more violently, as if he had remembered his past deeds and felt a hint of unease.
After listening to Karl's narration, Moon's heart grew cold.
He knew that what Karl described was merely the tip of the iceberg of this gang organization.
In this dark corner, even more filth and evil were hidden.
"What about Adams then? Why did he go to the orphanage for money?" Moon continued to ask.
He wanted to know why they had extended their claws to the orphanage.
Karl quickly shook his head, a look of panic and unease on his face.
"I… I don't know, Big Brother. I really don't know anything.
I'm just a small-timer; I do whatever the boss tells me to do. I don't dare to ask too many questions."
Moon looked at Karl's terrified expression and understood that he wouldn't be able to get more information.
"Lead the way. Once we get there, I'll naturally let you go," Moon said calmly.
Upon hearing Moon's words, Karl's body relaxed slightly.
Although he was still afraid, he knew that the best option now was to obey Moon's command to survive.
He walked tremblingly ahead, leading Moon through the gates of the abandoned factory.
As soon as they stepped through the factory gate, a strong smell of tobacco and sweat assailed them, making Moonuncomfortable.
His brows furrowed slightly, and he scanned his surroundings with his silver-white eyes.
He found that the interior of this factory was like a giant black hole, with armed gang members standing everywhere.
Most of them were gaunt, haggard young people, their faces etched with a numb and indifferent expression, as if they had long grown accustomed to this life.
A burly man with a shaved head and a ferocious face emerged from the crowd.
A strong sense of oppression radiated from him.
His eyes, like those of a wild beast, fixed on Moon and Karl, and he spoke in a rough, threatening voice: "Who are you?! Do you know where this is?!"
His tone carried a hint of impatience; he seemed very displeased that someone had trespassed here.
Karl quickly ran forward, his face plastered with a fawning smile, and said in an unusually respectful tone: "Big Brother, it's me! I'm a subordinate of Big Brother Adams. My name is Karl, and this gentleman here! He wants to see the boss."
He pointed at Moon, wanting to tell the bald man that Moon was the real master, and he was just an insignificant minion.
The bald man listened to Karl's words and sized up Moon.
Seeing how young the child before him was, he burst into laughter.
His laughter was piercing, echoing throughout the entire factory.
The gang members behind him also joined in the boisterous laughter.
Their laughter was filled with mockery and disdain, seemingly ridiculing the "gentleman" status Karl had mentioned.
They believed Moon was nothing more than an ignorant little brat, not worth their attention.
The bald man's mocking smile instantly vanished.
He turned his gaze back to Karl, his eyes filled with disgust.
He suddenly raised his hand and slapped Karl hard across the face.
With a sharp "smack," Karl's frail body was instantly sent flying, landing heavily on the ground, a clear handprint appearing on his face.
"What do you think you are?! How dare you bring someone to see the boss! Do you really think you're somebody?!" the bald man said in a rough voice, his tone filled with anger.
He seemed very displeased with Karl's actions.
He gestured to the surrounding gang members: "Grab this little brat for me. He's quite good-looking. Break his legs and send him to the South District to beg with the other new little things!"
His tone was full of brutality; he seemed very excited about tormenting others.
After speaking, he disdainfully glanced at Moon and turned to walk towards a nearby shack.
Moon watched the bald man's retreating back, his expression growing increasingly grim.
A beast-like ferocity flashed in his silver-white eyes.
He could clearly feel the rage within him constantly rising, and his fists clenched tightly.
He whispered softly: "A dozen? Break their legs? Beg? You! You truly deserve to die!"
His voice was very soft, yet it was filled with a despair-inducing killing intent.
Chapter 68: Instant Destruction
The bald man grinned sinisterly, like a demon that had crawled out of hell.
His laughter echoed through the empty factory, carrying a spine-chilling reverberation.
He didn't seem to take Moon's murderous whisper to heart, and continued his arrogant stride towards the shack.
Behind him, dozens of gang members, like tamed beasts, raised their firearms.
Their rough fingertips rubbed against the cold gun barrels, making a faint metallic sound.
Their faces were filled with mockery and ridicule, as if they couldn't wait to see Moon torn to shreds.
In their eyes, Moon was just a clueless child.
However, they seemed to have completely overlooked the pair of silver-white eyes, shimmering with an eerie light in the darkness—a gaze from the Grim Reaper, cold and profound, containing a terrifying power capable of destroying everything.
And this power was silently erupting!
"What a repulsive bunch of scumbags!" Moon's voice, like a cold wind, echoed in the air, filled with disgust.
The air around him seemed to sense his inner rage and began to violently twist.
Powerful magic fluctuations began to gather around him.
His hands slowly rose, and in his palms, specks of silver light gathered, twinkling like stars.
"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it!"
His voice, like a sharp blade, cut through the false calm; his tone, serene and indifferent, yet carried a despair-inducing deterrent.
With a gentle wave of his arm, his voice rang out again, like the Grim Reaper's whisper, echoing in the air, sending shivers down one's spine: "Accio!"
Accompanying his low incantation, everything around him seemed to be controlled by an invisible force.
Time, at this moment, also seemed to stand still.
The gun-wielding gang members were pulled by an invisible force; their guns instantly flew out of their hands, spinning rapidly in the air like uncontrolled missiles, emitting sharp screeches.
And their bodies, originally filled with murderous intent, were now as if nailed to the spot, unable to move an inch.
An unprecedented sense of fear, like a tide, surged into their hearts; their previous arrogance was completely shattered at this moment.
Moon ignored the desperate wails of the gang members; his gaze, like a cold blade, was fixed on the bald man surrounded by the others.
There was no sympathy in his eyes, only endless indifference and killing intent.
Everything they had said, he remembered clearly.
The young people they had abducted, the poor individuals whose legs they had broken, and the dignity they had trampled underfoot—he would personally reclaim it all.
His steps grew faster and faster, his figure becoming ghost-like, rapidly weaving among the gang members.
His silver-white pupils emitted a cold light in the darkness, like the gaze of the Grim Reaper.
The magic wand in his hand trembled slightly, as if anticipating the moment of soul harvesting.
He quickly arrived in front of the bald man.
His figure flashed, as if teleporting, appearing directly before the bald man.
His movements were as fast as lightning, not even allowing time to blink.
His slightly tender hand gently caressed the bald man's bare head.
His voice remained calm and gentle, but carried a despair-inducing chill: "Just now, you said you wanted to break my legs? And send me to the South District to beg?"
The bald man suddenly looked up, his face filled with terror.
His body trembled slightly from fear.
He could clearly feel that the power emanating from Moonhad exceeded his comprehension.
Everything he was proud of was as fragile as paper in front of Moon, unable to withstand a single blow.
He tried to use words to appease Moon's anger; his rough voice also became unusually shaky: "You... you... who exactly are you? Don't mess around, I'm the brother of the Peckham Boys' boss.
If you dare to touch me, my brother won't let you off!"
His tone still carried a hint of threat; he tried to use his identity to intimidate Moon, but deep down, he was filled with unease.
He could no longer believe whether the young man in front of him would truly kill him.
Upon hearing the bald man's words, Moon's lips curved slightly into a chilling smile.
He reached out and gently patted the bald man's face.
His voice, like a sigh from the depths of the netherworld, carried a despair-inducing coldness: "Don't worry, I'll make sure all of you die together!"
With that, he aimed his magic wand at the bald man's body and whispered, "Time-Space Expulsion!"
The next moment, a powerful force instantly enveloped the bald man's entire body.
His body was sucked away as if by an invisible vortex, instantly disappearing before Moon's eyes.
His beast-like roar also came to an abrupt halt, dissipating into the air without leaving any trace.
The other gang members were also attacked by Moon; their previously arrogant bodies, under the influence of Time-Space Power, twisted and deformed like kneaded dough.
They reached out, trying to grasp something, but found that all they could touch was endless darkness.
Their bodies gradually vanished in the darkness, ultimately turning into nothingness, leaving not a single trace.
The entire abandoned factory once again fell into a deathly silence.
Only the guns scattered on the ground, reflecting a cold light under the moonlight, silently recounted everything that had happened here, and bore witness to the power Moon possessed.
And when Moon's figure also disappeared from the factory, a rush of hurried footsteps came from outside the factory.
Several Wizards in blue robes appeared at the factory entrance.
They held magic wands, their gazes vigilantly sweeping their surroundings.
And walking at the very front was Yusef Scamander.
Yusef Scamander looked at the messy scene before him, a hint of confusion on his face.
He had initially thought this would be a scene of a Muggleshootout, but he hadn't expected to see a single person.
He looked up at the empty factory, his eyes sharpening.
He could clearly feel a powerful magic fluctuation lingering in the air, something no ordinary Muggle could cause.
He quickly walked into the factory interior.
His magic wand trembled slightly, as if sensing something.
He could feel that a fierce battle had taken place here, and the lingering magic aura was unusually familiar, seemingly similar to the magic fluctuations of Moon White detected earlier.
His brows furrowed tightly, and he mused inwardly, "Could that young Wizard truly possess such immense power to accomplish all of this? Who exactly is he?"
Chapter 69 Rectification
Night fell over the South District of London, still shrouded in a thick fog as usual.
Dim streetlights cast a faint glow through the mist, illuminating the dirty, dilapidated houses along the streets, making them appear even more eerie and terrifying.
This was still a hotbed of crime, a place where filth accumulated, a tangled nest for various dark forces.
It seemed this area could never escape the grip of poverty and violence.
All sorts of sordid dealings still took place in hidden corners: drugs, gambling, human trafficking, and various other evils spread relentlessly throughout this district like a festering disease.
However, in just a few short days, a monumental change had occurred here.
The once arrogant gang forces, like bubbles, burst one after another.
Their carefully managed headquarters were utterly razed to the ground as if made of paper, and the originally arrogant gang members vanished completely, as if evaporated into thin air.
No one knew what exactly had happened.
They only knew that within these few days, the South District of London seemed to have been thoroughly cleansed by a mysterious force; all evil had been completely wiped away.
No one knew who possessed such immense power, capable of completely eliminating the deeply entrenched gang forces in the South District in such a short time.
Nor did anyone know who this sacred being was, capable of making those vicious gang members disappear entirely.
But everyone knew that the South District of London had completely changed!
The surviving gang members, like birds startled by a bow, fled the South District of London.
They no longer dared to return to this place filled with fear; their hearts had been dominated by the unseen "Reaper."
Even the "Emperor" of London's underworld, the Roster family, uncharacteristically announced their complete withdrawal from the South District of London!
They completely abandoned all their interests in the South District!
This news, like a bombshell, completely ignited the Londonunderworld.
Other forces that had originally wanted a piece of the pie in the South District were incredibly shocked.
They couldn't understand what kind of power could make the Roster family take such a crazy step.
One must know that the Roster family had been a powerful force entrenched in the London underworld for hundreds of years.
They had deep backgrounds and formidable strength; even the government was helpless against them.
But now, they suddenly announced that they were giving up all their interests in the South District.
This move, in everyone's eyes, was full of incomprehensible strangeness.
For a time, the South District of London became like a cursed place, a forbidden zone that London's underground forces absolutely dared not easily set foot in.
Everyone regarded it as a place of unknown dangers and death.
Meanwhile, the public order in the South District of Londonalso saw significant improvement.
The once rampant gang members seemed to have completely disappeared, their figures no longer seen.
The crimes that had once lurked in dark corners were also thoroughly cleared out.
Street violence dropped significantly, and the crime rate decreased accordingly.
The entire South District was reborn, looking completely new.
Many wealthy people who received inside information also began to buy properties in the South District.
They believed that as long as they settled in the South District, they would surely enjoy the greatest safety.
This also caused property prices in the South District to skyrocket, far exceeding other areas, making it London's hottest investment zone.
The instigator of all this, Moon White, like an outsider, did not take any of it to heart.
He was currently leisurely sitting in the orphanage courtyard, playing hide-and-seek with a group of children.
His tender face was beaming with a bright smile, and his eyes were full of childlike innocence.
He had completely forgotten that he had just stirred up a bloody storm in London.
He treated himself as an ordinary child, enjoying his childhood.
Although he was in the midst of noise, he could still clearly perceive everything around him.
He could feel his magic constantly strengthening, and he could also feel that time magic was gradually adapting to his body.
He could feel his strength steadily approaching its peak.
Just then, Moon suddenly felt a strong magic fluctuation coming from the direction of the orphanage entrance.
His heart became vigilant.
He knew someone was approaching!
He gently clapped his hands, settling the children down.
The smile on his face also receded, replaced by a hint of calm and sharpness.
He looked up towards the orphanage gate.
His gaze seemed to penetrate the thick wooden door, seeing the familiar figure standing outside.
It was a man in his late thirties.
He had short brown hair and a pair of sharp eyes.
He was wearing a well-tailored black trench coat, which made him appear very capable.
He stood quietly at the entrance, his gaze fixed on Moon.
His eyes were full of scrutiny and inquiry.
The man also looked at Moon, his eyes carrying an inexplicable meaning, as if evaluating Moon's strength.
He reached out and gently adjusted the glasses on his nose, then spoke to Moon in a deep, magnetic voice: "Mr. White, let's talk outside; this place isn't suitable."
His tone carried a hint of threat and an undeniable forcefulness; he seemed to be reminding Moon that he was not to be trifled with.
Hearing the man's voice, Moon's calm face finally broke into a smile.
He had already guessed the man's identity in his heart and knew why he had come.
He nodded slightly and said to the children beside him in a calm tone: "Children, you play by yourselves for a bit; big brother has something to do and needs to go out for a while, but I'll be back soon."
When the children heard Moon's words, they all looked up at him.
Their faces showed a hint of reluctance, but they still obediently nodded, responding in their tender voices: "Understood, big brother, remember to bring back yummy treats."
Moon smiled at them, then walked towards the orphanage gate without hesitation.
He wanted to see what this uninvited guest intended to do!
His figure then disappeared through the doorway, leaving only the children to continue playing in the courtyard.
Chapter 70 Yusuf Scamander
The entrance of the orphanage was exceptionally quiet at this moment.
As the two walked further away,
the sounds of children playing in the yard gradually faded.
Moon and the man in the black trench coat slowly walked to a corner by the street.
Mist enveloped the surroundings, obscuring most of their vision,
only the dim yellow light from the streetlamp illuminated the small area where they stood.
Moon could feel a powerful magic aura emanating from the man,
it was the distinctive aura of a well-trained Auror.
He knew that the purpose of his visit was definitely closely related to Moon's actions over the past few days,
but why was he alone?
The man slowly removed his hat, revealing short brown hair.
He offered Moon his right hand with a slightly stiff smile,
and said in a deep, magnetic voice, "Hello, Mr. White, my name is Yusef Scamander, I am an Auror with the Ministry of Magic."
His gaze was fixed on Moon, as if he wanted to see into his soul.
His tone was calm and restrained,
but Moon could clearly sense the scrutiny and vigilance hidden beneath his calm exterior.
Moon gently shook Yusef's hand,
a polite and distant smile appearing on his face.
His voice was equally calm and clear: "Hello, Mr. Scamander, it's a pleasure to meet you."
He didn't show too much surprise; he was well aware that people from the Ministry of Magic would come knocking sooner or later, he just hadn't expected it to be so soon.
Yusef Scamander carefully observed Moon's reaction.
He found that this young man was more composed and calm than he had imagined.
There was no panic on his face,
and his eyes were full of wisdom, completely unlike a twelve-year-old child.
This slightly startled Yusef,
and he began to wonder if he had underestimated him.
He spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of firmness: "Mr. White, I am here to investigate you.
Over the past period, you have repeatedly used unknown magic, which has severely violated the Ministry of Magic's decree prohibiting underage Wizards from using magic."
"Therefore, according to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, I need to take you back to the Ministry of Magic for further investigation."
He once again fixed his serious gaze on Moon,
attempting to use his presence to suppress this overly calm young man.
He wanted to see if Moon could truly withstand the pressure from him, an Auror.
He needed to make Moon understand that in the face of the powerful Ministry of Magic, no one could escape the law's retribution!
Moon looked at Yusef's feigned serious expression.
He smiled inwardly.
What Yusef said was merely official pleasantries.
He certainly didn't have enough evidence to prove that Moon had ever used magic.
What he truly wanted to see was Moon's reaction when confronted by the Ministry of Magic.
He also understood that Yusef's true purpose was not to arrest him,
but to test him.
He was perhaps acting on orders from the Ministry of Magic to uncover the secrets within him.
Moon met Yusef's gaze calmly, his tone carrying a hint of confident assertiveness,
and a subtle, almost imperceptible trace of mockery: "Mr. Scamander, regarding your statement of 'repeatedly using unknown magic,' could you please specify when and where I supposedly used magic?"
"I recall reading a book in the Hogwarts library that clearly stated that omniscopes can precisely record when, where, and what magic each Wizard has used.
If you have evidence, you can present it directly.
Why use such vague language to falsely accuse me?"
Every word he spoke was clear and firm,
which once again astonished Yusef.
He had not expected that the young man before him would be so calm and so familiar with the Ministry of Magic's regulations.
His resolve began to waver.
Had he truly misjudged?
Had this young man truly never used magic?
Then how could the abnormally frequent magicfluctuations displayed on the omniscopes be explained?
Was it truly just a machine malfunction?
Impossible! It's absolutely impossible for only one omniscope to be malfunctioning!
Yusef saw Moon's calm rebuttal.
He knew that continuing to pretend was meaningless.
He looked up, his originally serious expression softening slightly,
and his tone became more gentle: "Mr. White, you are indeed a clever child.
Since you've already guessed, I'll be direct.
I was just joking.
It seems your wand is having some issues and needs to come back to the Ministry of Magic with me for an inspection.
You wouldn't refuse, would you?"
He tried to communicate with Moon in a more peaceful manner,
hoping to determine if Moon had truly used magic.
The only way to do this was to take him to the Ministry of Magic to examine his wand.
Although his tone contained a hint of inquiry,
the hidden threat in his words still made Moon feel a slight discomfort.
He knew that Yusef was just giving him a way out.
Moon nodded,
a faint smile on his face.
The people from the Ministry of Magic were not as simple as he had imagined,
and he had to handle them carefully.
"Alright, Mr. Scamander, I can go with you, but I need to inform my Head of House first.
After all, if I leave without a word, she will be very worried, I hope you can understand."
He also wanted to see what the Ministry of Magic was truly like.
Although he had seen it in movies in his previous life, it would certainly be very different from reality.
Yusef's expression softened slightly upon hearing Moon's words.
He seemed not to have expected Moon to agree so easily to go to the Ministry of Magic.
Moon was so confident, could it really be that his wand was malfunctioning?
Yusef nodded, and said with a feigned relaxed tone: "Alright, Mr. White, please go ahead, I will wait for you here."
Moon's request was not unreasonable.
After all, Moon was still a student,
and he needed his Head of House's permission to leave the orphanage.
He also knew that he could only wait now.
He also had to be careful.
If the omniscopes were not malfunctioning,
then this child might be a Dark Wizard with powerful magic and extraordinary wisdom.
Moon nodded, and turned to return to the orphanage.