This Dark Wizard never expected that the young man in front of him would start by casting Soul Emergence on him.
The most important thing is, he did it using Wandless Magic.
Honestly, who would've thought that people are now using Wandless Magic to cast Unforgivable Curses?
He felt as if he were floating among the clouds, enveloped layer by layer by soft clouds, sinking into boundless bliss.
Under the opponent's command, he obediently handed over the Magic Wand in his arms.
And the treasured bottle of Life and Death Potion from his home, though Master Potter, being kind-hearted and unable to tolerate poverty, didn't take his three Silver Sickles and eleven copper knuts.
Out of the corner of Harry's eye, he noticed several photographs on the walls of the Dark Wizard's home, each marked with red crosses.
"What are those?" Harry asked.
"They're the jobs I've taken," the Dark Wizard said honestly, "I usually take some assassination jobs in the Muggle world; otherwise, how can I make money?"
Harry thought for a moment and decided that this Dark Wizard might still be useful.
Alright, the students at the Dueling House can't just stick to practice or harmless duels with classmates; they should engage in some real-world practice.
Isn't this Dark Wizard right here the perfect moving target... practice material?
"You're hired."
Leaving these enigmatic words behind, Harry turned around and left the Dark Wizard's house.
The Dark Wizard stood there puzzled, not understanding what the person in front of him meant.
After wandering around the alley for a bit, Harry used Revelio to find the next house.
The moment the door opened, Harry was hit with an indescribable smell, as if something had been marinated to perfection.
"What are you making?" Harry asked curiously.
"Who are you?" the Wizard asked.
"Oh, I'm here to borrow your Magic Wand," Harry answered honestly.
"Here you go, now leave."
The Wizard impatiently handed Harry a wand from inside his cloak.
Then he turned around and slammed the door shut, leaving Harry bewildered in the breeze.
Really, you just gave it to me?
He lifted the wand, gave it a wave and a shake.
It's a real Magic Wand, not one of those fake toys from Zoko's Joke Shop, nor a Licorice Wand from a candy store.
Harry's heart sank slightly.
He gave me his Magic Wand so easily, he must be hiding some unspeakable secret!
So he held the wand, fiddled with the lock on the door, stepped back a few paces, intending to use an unlocking spell.
(Harry)
"Bombarda Maxima!"
With a flash of fire and a loud explosion, the door and the front wall of the house were blown to smithereens.
The ashen-faced Wizard coughed twice, looking bewildered at the open doorway.
I even gave you my wand, what more do you want!
"Sorry, I meant to use Alohomora," Harry apologized, "but I forgot the spell, hope you can forgive me."
"Didn't you just say the spell?" the Wizard asked indignantly.
Harry bowed slightly, politely saying, "That's exactly why I'm apologizing—"
While speaking, he glanced around, noting that this Wizard was indeed far from ordinary.
His house resembled Professor Snape's underground office but was even more eerie and ghastly.
The surroundings were filled with green jars containing various organs and viscera, and Harry could even see a human head preserved in one of them.
"So this wand... isn't yours, right?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
The Wizard was still breathless, not knowing who this young man was, only aware that Davima had fallen at his feet.
"This has nothing to do with you, boy—I've already given you the Magic Wand, so I hope you won't disturb me from continuing my experiments."
Harry glanced over the Dark Wizard's shoulder and saw a man tied up behind him.
The man looked terrified, his mouth sealed by a spell, and judging by his outfit, he was obviously a Muggle.
Seeing this, Harry pointed his finger at the man, and the spell on his mouth vanished.
"Help!" the man gasped.
"Is he a Muggle?" Harry asked the Dark Wizard, "Why have you captured him?"
The Dark Wizard suddenly reached into his cloak—
But Harry was quicker, snapping his fingers, and the Dark Wizard transformed into a spider.
Under the influence of the Ancient Magic Spell, the spider zipped over to Harry's feet.
Squish.
The spider was crushed, its innards splattering all over, sticking to Harry's shoe soles.
Witnessing this, the Muggle man's eyes widened in horror.
No way, Jesus's holy Fxxk...
He swallowed hard, rapidly recounting all the good deeds he had done in his life, and quickly prayed to the Lord.
"You're safe now, sir," Harry said softly.
"Thank you, thank you—" the rescued man gasped in terror, "Oh my God, he was truly a terrifying guy—are you the same as him?"
"That would depend on your perspective," Harry smiled gently.
"I believe you're definitely a good man, sir," the man's eyes grew moist, "My name is John, John Strang."
He rapidly continued, "This... this evil Wizard, he captured many people—people like me who can't do magic. Several of them have already been tortured to death. Thank you, great sir, you saved me just as he was about to start torturing me... there are two more people alive in the basement, you see..."