Seriously, Alan thinks the current style of painting is quite discordant.

Magic is a bit of a pain in the ass when paired with a sword, but digging mines with magic and then evading sentry posts with magic - that's a bit of a pain in the ass.

The painting style is different, and it's hairy!

Of course, this is obviously not what Alan said—in fact, using magic is the real act of bullying.

A group of guys who were still yawning outside who didn't have any military literacy were easily put down, without any effort at all, and a police cordon, whether it was a bright post or a secret post, was easily knocked down by a group of well-trained Aurors, and it was as easy as drinking water - Alan even had a feeling that he was being taken a copy, his teammates were too strong and his opponents were too weak, and there was nothing worth gnawing on.

Compared to other sentinels, it is not too easy for a wizard to attack a gang of gangsters.

——

Louis was a dark wizard – or rather he called himself a dark wizard.

After all, among orthodox dark wizards, someone like him is definitely not on the list—or rather, in the chain of wizard discrimination, a person like him doesn't even deserve to be on the list.

Of course, he wouldn't think so—in Louis's own eyes, what he did was not substantially different from that of a traditional dark wizard, and he was one of the perfect inheritors of the great profession of a dark wizard.

Can't he be a great dark wizard like the mysterious man in England?

His name was obviously gradually replaced by the great title of Blood Scorpion among those Muggles, and there were not a few Muggles who died at his hands - except that his strength was not enough, what did he not look like a dark wizard in the slightest?

Is it his fault that he doesn't have money?

He is a pure-blooded wizard, his ancestors are a little broken, and he has sold all the valuable things in the family, do you also blame him?

Why would he have the same potatoes as the wizarding world confiscated by the damn Wizarding Authority, and then put him in a wizarding prison for that year, and a few whips in public?

After being released from prison, he resolutely devoted himself to the dark wizard industry - using living people as experiments to make yin corpses is of course a traditional project, so why is he not a dark wizard by selling some illegal drugs, chronic killing, and even robbing money!

Although his own strength is not good, Louis still makes up for it by making up for it with a lot of things that the ignorant traditionalists don't understand - he even sits on himself dangerous alchemy experiments to make up for his lack of strength.

The only regret is that it costs too much money to do experiments, and sometimes he has to use other methods to get around.

This made him hate the Ministry of Magic even more, why, although he couldn't afford to pay the lovely Garon or something, but the brilliant gold was not money?

It's a pity - no, the greedy goblins still refuse to break the rules of Gringotts even if they drool at the sight of gold.

Fortunately, he had recently taken a line - although the huge amount of gold could only be exchanged for a few Galleons, it still managed to establish his highest position among all wizards - although it was less than two hands combined, but it was enough for him.

Having Galleons means studying materials - gold can't buy forbidden potions, but Galleons can, and a dark wizard, how can he not do research?

It's a pity that his today's enjoyable research has to come to an end for the time being.

Because a group of rats sneaked in and killed the guys who didn't know anything about making money for him - it was a provocation for him.

If it was government troops or something, it would be possible to explain it, but judging by the other party's itinerary, they were undoubtedly coming for him - he had been operating this land for a long time, and a large number of defensive spells had been placed on every inch of the interior by him and the other wizards.

So he decided to start with a dessert – for example, some strange gadgets from him?

——

With a clicking sound, the place where Alan and them were moving forward suddenly dented down with an explosion, so that everyone present began to quickly release the spell, the ground under their feet was quickly reinforced by the spell, and a circle of protection was formed around them, and in front of them, a huge mud appeared on the ground where the depression went first - the stones that had not yet sunk were quickly swallowed up in the muddy yellow mud, and the flying mud spots splattered out, and reached everyone's side with a clang.

"Damn, those guys hid the explosives too deeply, and the amount was insufficient, so there was no way to detect it!"

The Auror, who was in charge of the investigation, complained casually, explaining why he hadn't found the trap.

As he spoke, some small whirlpools appeared in the slimy mud - although there were countless mud hanging on it, the people present quickly recognized what it was.

That's a human arm.

As more defensive spells reinforced, more parts of the back of the arm emerged from the mud, lifeless, dead-eyed, muddy dripping from the tattered clothes, and the stiff arm hooked the stone above it and slowly pulled itself out of the mud, and then climbed up.

It's the Yin Corpses—hundreds of Yin Corpses that are densely packed together.

They had been buried under the courtyard, and after the passage above was blown open, they smelled the intruders and began to move, ready to drag Alan and them down to become their companions.

"It's okay - it's just a corpse, a common thing in the dark arts, but I swear, I'm going to make that guy regret coming to the world. The Auror, who had been in charge of the pathfinder, apparently recognized the disgusting creatures, and he said fiercely as he waved his wand.

As the wand fell, a large flaming flame erupted from his wand - it was common sense that the Yin corpse was afraid of fire.

"Stop!"

Three distinct voices rang out at the same time, and three spells began to intercept the flame, but it was too late—the spellcaster tried to stop, but he was slow, and the flames had already touched the Yin corpse at the front.

A silver shield was summoned by Moody to block the way, followed by a pale blue curtain of water from Mr. Auror, and Alan erected a transparent wall of wind behind him—and when it was all done, a huge explosion rang out from where the flames touched, then another, and then a dense explosion like hail on a summer day.

Countless clouds of smoke, dirt, and gravel were brought up and hit all around, and where the mud pool was, only a black pit of smoke remained—the only trace left by the corpses.