Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Chapter 126 The Wind Rises in the Atlantic, Dew Gathers in Britain (Please disregard the chapter tit

Ian Stanley, after leaving the cabin, did not rest. Following the intelligence he had received, he headed to another destination.

There, another similar group of wizards awaited his visit, though they obviously wouldn't appreciate it.

Ian's purpose for this trip was the same as before. However, this time he didn't waste any time talking to them and dealt with the group of wizards, whose numbers were actually much larger than before, in only half the time he had before.

The reason is simple: I'm in a bad mood.

He loathed himself for constantly reminiscing about his life at Hogwarts, which sometimes made him feel as if he had become that cowardly Stephen Swinton.

But he had already gotten rid of that guy long ago!

I am now on a path full of passion and enthusiasm, pursuing a great and exciting goal!

This is the path someone like him should take.

Instead of being like that coward, holed up in a run-down school, teaching a bunch of kids how to run away when they encounter werewolves and vampires, and then idly enjoying his bullshit peaceful time every day, playing a childish teacher-student game with that kid named Qin.

Thinking about this made Ian very upset.

So, to vent his emotions, he acted decisively and ruthlessly. When dealing with the most vehemently resisting wizard, he even twisted the arm that the wizard used to wield the wand into a very twisted shape, the kind that would take ten days to half a month to heal even with magical healing.

"Saturday night at eight o'clock, come here!" He left those words, along with a line of words on the ground representing the address, and as before, walked out of the broken door without looking back.

Similarly, the wizards lying on the ground were also bewildered and confused about what this suddenly appearing evil star was here to do.

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Not far from there, Ian slowed his pace and stretched his neck and wrists.

After two consecutive battles, even though the opponents were not very strong, I was still somewhat tired.

This is the situation of those who failed to enter the core of "GA (Grindelwald's Army)" and had to do odd jobs.

Yes, the bearded wizard did guess some things correctly, such as Ian Stanley being there to recruit them on behalf of "GA".

However, what they didn't know was that the act of recruiting them might have been much gentler if it had been done by someone else.

As Ian was new to the area, he needed to make a splash in order to gain acceptance as quickly as possible.

This is easy to understand. Just like the "pledge of allegiance" in ancient Eastern culture, an organization must go through a certain screening and assessment process before accepting new members.

The clean and efficient integration of the Salem underground wizarding community was Ian Stanley's answer to "GA" and its leader, Gellert Abernathy.

Ian was somewhat puzzled by the leader who shared the same name as Gellert Grindelwald.

That person appeared strong and powerful, and had a cheerful personality. He treated his subordinates with both kindness and strictness, displaying a strong leadership style.

However, when Ian first met that person, he was somewhat surprised. He instinctively felt that this person did not fit his understanding of the leader of "GA", or rather, this person was too perfect in embodying the image of a leader.

His life experience taught him that anything in this world that seems perfect is destined to be false.

Like that kid Qin, although he seems to have good magical skills and can barely be considered a genius, he's not perfect either. Sometimes he's lazy, has childish ideas, and is indecisive...

Damn it, why did I think of that kid again?

Ian shook his head in frustration.

In short, based on an instinctive judgment, he had some questions about the leader of "GA" from the very first meeting.

However, this did not affect his intention to join the organization, after all, everyone has some secrets that are not known to outsiders.

Because he really needs a stage to showcase his abilities.

“Ian, once you complete the task we’ve assigned you, you’ll be one of our true companions!” That’s what the person who gave him the task said.

The man was in his forties, named Tarde, and was said to be one of Gellért Abernathy's most trusted subordinates, having served him for many years. Tarde had a darker complexion and distinct Latino features, suggesting that he likely joined Abernathy in Brazil—the very place where the "GA" organization originated.

"A mission? Companions? They're making it sound pretty convincing." Ian couldn't help but chuckle at this thought.

Then, he ended his day's activities and returned to his lodgings.

Tomorrow he will be moved to another area to do this kind of odd job again.

This process will likely continue for several days until the underground wizarding community in Salem is brought under control.

Thinking about it, it's really quite boring. They're all just small fry, there's nothing challenging about it.

Ian Stanley lay listlessly on his bed in his lodgings and soon fell asleep.

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A butterfly in Salem flutters its wings on land, while smoke rises from the sea, carried by ocean currents and monsoons, across the vast Atlantic Ocean, and blows to the foot of an oak tree on the island of Great Britain.

As a result, the waning moisture condensed on the hair of a boy under the tree, forming droplets of dew.

As the morning light gradually brightens, it shines through the dewdrops, refracting a crystalline glow.

The boy slowly opened his eyes, waking up from a rather uncomfortable dream.

He stretched out his right hand to shield his eyes from the direct sunlight, and used his other hand to support himself as he stood up with some difficulty.

There's no way around it; anyone who slept here for most of the night would have numb legs.

It's due to poor blood circulation.

Well, in a few years, there will be another great magician in the East who will use this leg numbness principle to swindle a chef surnamed Fan in front of billions of people across the country and successfully steal a bicycle.

Of course, this is a story.

Shaking the dew off his hair, the boy gathered up the thin blanket that had fallen to the ground, folded it a few times, and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his clothes.

Fortunately, he was experienced and brought this thin blanket when he sneaked out at night; otherwise, he would have definitely caught a cold in the deeper dew.

He looked at the ground, which was devoid of acorns, and then looked up at the tree canopy, only to find that the acorns on the branches were also gone.

So, even that little squirrel won't be here waiting for me anymore, right?

With this thought in mind, the boy shrugged and strode toward the castle.

"Draco, you're so pitiful."

The boy's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving behind a self-mocking murmur in the wind.

——Dimensional wall——

Previous summary: Ian Stanley is Professor Swinton's alter ego (have you all forgotten?!). In an ancient pyramid in Egypt, Ian used some means (the previous text didn't mention what means, but it was very mysterious) to expel Swinton's alter ego and take over his body. Later, Ian Stanley traveled to Europe and encountered Fleur (who is supposedly the daughter of Swinton's crush, or something like that) at his alma mater, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ian didn't make a move and left. Later, Ian heard about the GA organization and thought it was promising, so he traveled all the way to North America to pay his respects, which is the current storyline.

Currently, the side quests are only briefly mentioned and don't take up much space. They mainly serve to add variety to the main storyline and prevent it from becoming boring. After all, it's best to keep the sweet moments moderate.

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