In the Headmaster's office of Hogwarts, a witch with square glasses, dressed in a deep green robe and with curly black hair tied up in a high bun, said in surprise, "Oh my, Professor, you really should come and take a look." Beside her, an elderly man with silver hair and dressed in a purple robe sighed and said, "Black? It's truly quite unexpected." Some long-buried memories surged up in his heart like a torrent at this unexpected moment. "The address is in the Muggle world. Is it a backup plan left by the family?" "No matter what, you'll have to make the trip this time, Minerva." In a country estate on the outskirts of England, a dramatic scene was unfolding at this moment. The office was furnished with classical furniture and modern artworks, as well as various precious decorations, giving the entire space an air of luxury and solemnity. Men in black suits stood around, and firearms were placed everywhere, as if these strictly prohibited items were just ordinary things to them. In the center of the room, a young man was leaning lazily on a chaise longue. He wore a well-tailored black suit, with a deep coffee-colored bow tie with silver edges tightly fastened inside the suit. His shirt was light coffee-colored, making his fair complexion stand out, and his black, tousled hair hung casually over his forehead. He was constantly rotating a chocolate shaped like a cigar in his hand. Standing in front of him were two middle-aged men with tense expressions. This scene seemed strange, but somehow it also made perfect sense. "Your words are sincere, but I'm afraid I can't do it, Mr. Ross," Thomas said softly. "No, you know that I'll do anything for you. Please consider it!"
The middle-aged man named Roth said excitedly. "Mr. Roth, we've known each other for quite some time, but this is the first time you've come to me of your own accord." "I remember the last time we met was at that ball at Middle Manor, wasn't it?" "Yes, Lord Black, I still remember the first time I saw you. I knew right away that you were no ordinary person!" "Indeed, you have now achieved great success. The Black family's influence has spread far and wide in just three years." "Oh my God, time has proven your excellence!" Roth said excitedly. "So, Mr. Roth, it's precisely because of my efforts and excellence that you have this meeting with me today." "Frankly speaking, you never needed my friendship. You were afraid of owing me a favor, weren't you?" Roth's face stiffened when he heard Thomas's words, but he quickly composed himself. "I... I was afraid of causing trouble." Thomas reached out and stopped Roth, who was about to explain further, and continued. "I understand." "Mr. Roth, your transportation business is doing well. You have connections with high-ranking officials and the police. So, a man as successful as you, of course, doesn't need a friend like me, right?" "But now you come to me and ask me to help you seek justice, Lord Black. This sounds rather absurd." "To be honest, Mr. Roth, you don't respect me. You don't consider me a friend, and you haven't even called me 'godfather'." As Thomas spoke, he stretched out his hand and probed the purpose of the man in front of him. Sure enough, the next second, Roth hurriedly stepped forward and slightly lifted Thomas's palm, respectfully lowering his head to kiss the back of his hand. "I hope you can help me, godfather!" Thomas couldn't help but smile when he saw this.
This was exactly what he wanted. To be precise, he was a time traveler who had inexplicably ended up in 1988 in the UK. Fortunately, like all time travelers, he had his own "cheat code", which was generally called the system. The system granted him the ability to speak foreign languages, otherwise he would have had to start learning from scratch with a dictionary in this world. The system was called the Godfather System, and combined with the original owner's setting, although his parents had passed away, he still had a considerable amount of assets and "family business". With the help of the system and his forward-looking vision, in just three years, he turned the struggling mafia family into a thriving one and became one of the youngest godfathers of the contemporary era. "Very well, Mr. Roth, as a friend of the Black family, I will naturally help you." "Thank you very much for your kindness, Lord Black!" Roth bowed respectfully and then sat down, beginning his story. "Those two damned bastards defiled my daughter, but they were only sentenced to three years in prison. But my poor daughter is still in the emergency room, unconscious." "Lord Black, I beg you to let those two damned bastards receive the punishment they deserve!" "Of course, my friend. The Black family will handle this problem for you, but..." "But what, Lord Black, oh no, Godfather? As long as those two bastards are punished, I don't care if it's a part or all of my transportation business." "For my daughter, I'm willing to give up everything." "Very well, Mr. Roth. I can sense your sincerity. Now, it's getting late. Please go home and wait for good news." "Thank you again for your kindness, Godfather!"
Ross and the man who was with him got up from their seats and left the room. "Meow~" Suddenly, a cat's meow rang out. A yellow tabby cat suddenly jumped onto the table in front of Thomas from the window. In the next second, an incredible scene unfolded. The yellow kitten transformed into a witch wearing a green robe amid a burst of light effects! "Click click click click!" Suddenly, the sound of bullets being chambered filled the room. Dozens of black gun barrels simultaneously pointed at Professor McGonagall in the room. Two of the black-clad henchmen quickly stood in front of Thomas, holding their Black Stars high. With just one order from Thomas, they could ensure that the suddenly-appearing witch would be riddled with holes in the next second.