In the Blotted bookstore

"Fellow citizens!"

"I am willing to take the lead and devote myself to the cause of exorcism."

"I am willing to be the vanguard of the light and sweep away all evil"

"I am willing to work with you to maintain love and peace in the wizarding world!"

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"He's so brave!" A woman wipes tears from her eyes with a handkerchief

"He must have been a great leader!" "What a hero he is!" ......

Hermione and Lady Molly stood at the bottom of the stage, their eyes locked on the table, their praise overflowing. The Granger couple were right behind them, and with little knowledge of magic, they thought Lockhart was the leader of an organization.

The front row boasts, and the back row echoes. This is what everyone sees when they return to the bookstore.

"Ginny, call your mother back and get ready to go." Mr. Weasley said with a grimace

"Harry, Ron, you guys go and drag Hermione back too," Ivey whispered, looking down

The process went smoothly, and the two who were forcibly pulled away only complained a few words.

By the time they got back to the fireplace behind Gringotts, everyone was much calmer. Harry still went with the Weasleys, they bought a lot of things, and it was more convenient to go back with Floo powder. Ivey and Betty are also ready to go back with Floo Powder. Hermione drove home with her parents through the Leaky Cauldron.

The group agreed to meet again when school started, and Harry and the Weasleys left first. Ivey and Betty flew home after dropping the Hermione family in the car.

With more than a month to go before school starts, Ivey's family is repeating their previous lives. Ivey goes to the club to box, Betty learns new spells, and Erin and Wendy study potions.

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At six o'clock in the afternoon of that day, Ivey, who had taken a shower after exercising, left the club. Today is the last day of the holiday, and tomorrow he will be back to Hogwarts to report.

The club is housed in a single-family villa in the suburbs of West London. Arrive at 3 p.m. and leave at 6 p.m. It takes about an hour to get back and forth, and his vehicle is a skateboard.

I have to say that the lights in the suburbs of London are really not good, and the street lights are built seven or eight meters high. Originally, the light was very weak when it spilled on the ground, but it turned out to be light up. He had to install a lighting fixture on his skateboard, which luckily had quite a few in London.

Ivy slid down the sidewalk next to the road, occasionally pedaling twice to maintain his speed. Since leaving the club, I haven't met a single pedestrian. On the whole road, except for the occasional passing car, there was only him and the street lights.

But he's used to it. Even in the city, security is not good at night, let alone in the suburbs. There are definitely more bad people than good people in this place, and any theft, robbery, fights, and brawls are commonplace. If you're lucky, you'll be able to come across a trading scene like D products and guns, and you'll probably get a shot at that time.

Passing the bottom of a viaduct, Ivey slowed down. I saw a dilapidated van parked in the open space on the side of the road. Two discarded oil drums were blazing, and five or six dark figures were chatting around the oil drums, and a large stereo was playing music next to them.

The lights on the skateboard caught their attention. One of the dark shadows got up to turn off the speaker, and Ivy stopped in front of them with the sound of the pulley bearing the shaft rubbing.

"Hello. I haven't seen you for so long, where are you bullying people again~" He greeted with a smile and signaled that he was very friendly.

But the effect doesn't seem to be great. Several of the black boys looked at him nervously, and a guy who looked obviously tall and strong, possibly the head, stepped forward.

"Y-what else do you want?" The sound is a bit understated

"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to hit someone. Passing by - just passing by"

Seeing that a few guys were so timid, Ivy prepared to turn around and leave. Seeing that he was leaving, several people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh! That's right~" Who expected him to suddenly kill back

The thugs were terrified. I just heard him say, "What about your previous boss?" Why didn't you see him? ”

It's okay not to mention it, but when I say it, the other side is all afraid. Finally the boss stammered, "Jesse is in the hospital, I heard that he is a plant-man." ”

"It's really unfortunate~" sighed with emotion, "Okay, you guys are busy, I'm leaving." ”

On the way, Ivey recalls what happened. The cause still starts with the fight club. Due to his physical fitness, he was left without an opponent in the ministry in just one month.

In terms of fighting, he is far superior to others in terms of agility, durability and reaction speed. The only deficiency is strength, even with the potion increase, it is now only up to the standard of ordinary adults. It may sound like the potion doesn't work much, but don't forget that he's only 12 years old, and the potion multiplies its effect by adulthood.

Although it is already higher than its peers, it is far from that of the old birds that have been trained for decades.

However, he also has an advantage that others don't have – superior physical strength. That is, the density of bones and muscles is much higher than that of others. Everyone knows that the force works mutually, and it is possible that you punch Ivey hard - he is fine, but it will make your own arm hurt. So even if it is a confrontation of strength, he does not suffer a loss.

The only thing I'm afraid of is the ingenuity of judo and wrestling. This type of person is also a group that Ivey can't beat in the club. And these people are tall and big, and their forearms are thicker than Ivey's thighs. He punched it, except for the vital parts, it can be said that it does not hurt or itch.

Of course, these are all premised on competition. If he really wants to fight to the death, no one is his opponent.

After learning the arts, I naturally want to practice it. After all, as the old saying goes, no matter how much you practice, it's not as good as a real battle. So, Ivey, who had cleared the club, came up with the idea of the suburban thugs again.

In this way, every night when he comes home, he will change into a high-end sports brand outfit to attract strangeness. Anyway, he is a master of art and bold, and even if he encounters a firearm, he will not overturn.

It turns out that the fishing results are really good. In a month's time, Ivey ran away five waves of people and gained a lot of experience. He also has a heavy hand, and it is normal for gangsters to have a lame arm and a broken leg.

Jesse, the vegetative man mentioned earlier, is the worst one, and he doesn't just want to rob it..... How to say it - he is a homosexual.

When Jesse took out the dagger and tried to force Ivey to hand over his chastity, Ivey kicked his knee with a low whip, and when he squatted in pain, he twisted his footsteps and instantly came to his back, and dragged his hand against his chin and pulled it back, while raising his leg to the cerebellum was a knee hit.

Ivey was murderous at the time. But he wasn't sure if the killing would have an effect on his soul, so he regained most of his strength with the final knee strike so that he didn't kill anyone.