Chapter 29 A First-Class Merit Award That Falls From the Sky
Chapter 29 A First-Class Merit Award That Falls From the Sky
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"Mr. Little Little Little... I think you may have misunderstood. I am not an expert, I am just a businessman."
There are many experts in this world who are more skilled than me. You should go and spar with them.
The old wizard's expression changed, and he even started to stutter.
He broke free from the petrification curse with his physical body, moving at a speed so fast it was almost invisible to the naked eye, and shattered the armored curse with a single punch.
This little boy was practically a humanoid XXXXX-level magical creature. He didn't think he was much stronger than Alek, so naturally he wasn't confident he could win.
And why did he want to spar with this little boy?
I just did it to help out the Bokbo Gold Shop across the street and improve my own business.
Is sparring with a little boy now just making things difficult for yourself?
Furthermore, the commotion just now has probably alerted the Aurors, and they should be coming to question us soon.
"There are many experts here who are even more skilled than you!"
Upon hearing this, Little Wukong's face lit up with excitement.
"Yes, yes, there are plenty of amazing guys out there. Isn't your headmaster Dumbledore the most amazing one?"
The old wizard waved his hand and cast a healing spell:
"Restored to its original condition."
The wall that Alek smashed seemed to turn back time and return to its original state.
"What an amazing technique! Let's duel!"
Little Wukong clasped his hands together and once again invited the old wizard to spar.
Seeing such a magical move for the first time, he thought the old man might have just been modest.
The old wizard's lips twitched upon hearing this; he felt he shouldn't have provoked this strange little wizard.
"This is a healing charm, a very simple beginner charm. Anyone who has studied at Hogwarts in the alley outside knows it."
It's not some amazing move you're thinking of.
As he explained, the old wizard secretly pointed his wand at Little Wukong.
If his opponent insists on a duel, he will have no choice but to strike first.
"Oh, I see. Well, I'm sorry to bother you, grandpa. Do you know where the hospital is? I need to take this uncle there for treatment."
Seeing that the old wizard was unwilling to spar with him, Little Wukong did not force him.
He certainly hoped to spar with this seemingly formidable old man in order to improve his own skills.
But this is on the premise that the other party is willing; if they are not willing, he will not force them.
This is the spirit that Master Roshi mentioned as the proper qualities of a martial artist when he was teaching him martial arts.
"No need to go to the hospital, he'll be sent to the Ministry of Magic soon."
The old wizard muttered something under his breath, then replied with a broad smile:
"I don't know either. Take him out and ask other people."
"Thank you, grandpa."
Little Wukong thanked the old wizard and carried the unconscious Alek out of the shop.
As he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something, turned around, and asked again:
"Grandpa, where does Dumbledore, whom you just mentioned, live? I want to go and challenge him."
"Pfft!"
The old wizard, who had just taken a sip of water in preparation for a good rest, suddenly spat out all the water from his mouth.
Who gave you the audacity to challenge the legendary wizard Dumbledore?
Even as a dark wizard, he had to admit that Dumbledore was probably the most powerful wizard in the world at present.
Even at the height of Voldemort's power, he was extremely wary of Dumbledore.
It is estimated that only Grindelwald, who led the global wizarding revolution back then, can be compared to him.
Anyway, he felt that if he were to duel Dumbledore, he would probably be killed before he could even cast a single spell.
This child, with his naturally strong physique, might be able to hold his own against a dark wizard like him.
But if you want to duel with Dumbledore, you will be ruthlessly crushed.
However, judging from the child's age, he should be attending Hogwarts, so how could he not recognize Dumbledore?
Could they be students from other magic schools?
Even students from other magic schools couldn't possibly be unaware of Dumbledore's name.
That's strange, really strange.
The old wizard was quite suspicious of the little Goku who suddenly appeared in Knockturn Alley, but then he put it all out of his mind.
Knowing the little Goku's identity would not benefit him at all; he was only thinking about getting this troublesome little wizard out of his shop as soon as possible.
"Dumbledore is of course at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Where is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? How do I get there?"
Little Wukong continued to ask.
In order to get rid of Little Wukong as soon as possible, the old wizard did not hide anything:
"If you're going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you can go to King's Cross Station tomorrow and enter from Platform 9¾."
Once inside, take the Hogwarts Express to the last stop, then follow the other young wizards to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Thanks!"
After expressing his gratitude again, Goku carried Alek out of the shop.
At this moment, a circle of dark wizards had already surrounded the shop.
The commotion was quite loud, attracting the attention of the dark wizards who were shopping nearby.
Seeing that Little Wukong was carrying the unconscious Alek, the group of dark wizards immediately began to whisper among themselves.
"Isn't that Alek? How did he get beaten up like this by a child?"
"Looks like he can only handle Muggles, his actual skill level isn't that great."
"Don't underestimate that kid. I just saw him shatter Alek's armor spell with a single punch."
"Really? He shattered the Ironclad Charm with his fist? Alek's Ironclad Charm is really weak."
"Excuse me, do you know where the hospital is?"
Little Wukong blinked his innocent big eyes and asked the group of black wizards watching.
He learned common sense during the World Martial Arts Tournament that if he was injured, he should go to the hospital.
Many athletes who were injured during the competition were sent to the hospital for treatment.
The group of dark wizards stared at Little Wukong, but none of them answered.
Just then, someone in the distance suddenly shouted:
"The patrolling Auror has entered Knockturn Alley!"
Instantly, one after another, the dark wizards used Apparition to disappear from their original positions.
In the blink of an eye, only a small portion of the dark wizards remained in place.
Those dark wizards who left were either wanted criminals or wizards who did not want to reveal their identities.
The former would be arrested by any Auror they encountered, and the latter were people with official status; it would be a bad thing if they were found out that they were buying and selling contraband in Knockturn Alley.
As for the black wizards who remained, they were basically all those who could still be seen in the light.
It refers to wizards who haven't started committing crimes or whose crimes haven't been discovered by the Ministry of Magic.
"I just heard a noise here, what happened?"
Two Aurors in uniform, wands in hand, strode over.
When they saw Goku supporting Alek, their pupils immediately contracted:
"The Black Wizard Alec Neal!"
Although Alek Neal was wanted in Germany, his heinous acts of torturing and killing Muggles made headlines in various countries, and they, as Aurors, naturally recognized him.
A few days ago, the German Ministry of Magic sent a letter hoping that the British Ministry of Magic could help keep an eye out for Alec Neal.
I never expected to run into them today.
This is practically a first-class merit bestowed from heaven!
"Immediately imprison them!"
Two ropes flew out from the Auror's wand and instantly bound the unconscious Alec tightly.
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