Chapter 2: The Death of the Dark Wizard

Chapter 2: The Death of the Dark Wizard

The shared abilities meant that if his doppelganger learned various magical spells in the Harry Potter world, his original body in the Marvel world could also use them. Although he didn't have a wand in the Marvel world, that wasn't a big issue.

From what he understood, not everyone in the Harry Potter world used wands to cast spells. High-level wizards could perform wandless magic, and wizards in Africa had always used traditional hand gestures for spellcasting.

However, wands allowed for faster and more effective spellcasting, which was why most wizards chose to use them.

Alternatively, he could learn to make a wand later. The Marvel world had plenty of items with special energy, so finding suitable materials for a wand shouldn't be impossible.

While the magic in the Harry Potter world wasn't particularly destructive, it was highly functional, with some spells even touching on very high-level rules.

For example, if he could learn Apparition, he would at least be able to escape most enemies in the Marvel world if he couldn't defeat them.

"But before that, I need to figure out how to deal with that dark wizard in a reasonable way!"

Killing someone—if it were the George from his previous life, he would never have dared.

In his past life, he was just an ordinary office worker. He hadn't even killed a chicken, let alone a person. When he bought groceries, he always chose pre-processed chicken.

But in this life, in just three months, he had already grown accustomed to it.

During those three months, in actual combat, he had killed twelve people.

The laboratory didn't tolerate useless individuals. As a mutant being trained to become an assassin, aside from practicing his abilities, he had to learn how to kill.

And the fastest way to learn was through real combat.

He had no choice. In combat, if he didn't kill, he would be killed.

This was also one of the reasons he was so desperate to escape the laboratory.

He wasn't a saint, but he had his own principles and didn't like killing innocent people.

In fact, he could have chosen to report the dark wizard. During this period, if he reported the dark wizard to the Ministry of Magic, there was a high chance of success.

After all, he and the dark wizard lived in Knockturn Alley, making it easy to contact Aurors.

Dora hadn't dared to do this because he had grown up under the dark wizard's torment, and his fear of the dark wizard was deeply ingrained. He would rather commit suicide than resist.

However, this could leave behind potential problems.

If the Aurors didn't act in time, the dark wizard might have the chance to flee with his wealth and possibly seek revenge.

If George could kill the dark wizard without leaving a trace, he could not only eliminate the threat but also inherit all of the dark wizard's assets.

From Dora's memories, he knew that the dark wizard had no remaining relatives. If the dark wizard died, he, as the adopted son, would be the sole heir.

Moreover, he wasn't without confidence.

First, the dark wizard had no suspicion of him whatsoever.

In the dark wizard's eyes, Dora was a timid, cowardly child who didn't even have a wand or know any spells.

Second, George had experience using his abilities to control blades and kill ordinary mercenaries in one-on-one combat.

Wizards, when caught off guard, weren't much faster in reaction time than ordinary people. At most, their unique physiology made them harder to kill.

Finally, since he wasn't using magic or a wand, the chances of the Aurors discovering him afterward were very slim.

Of course, nothing was certain, and there was always the possibility of failure.

But fortune favors the bold. If this plan succeeded, he would not only have a house in this world but also a considerable amount of wealth, enough to allow him to focus on studying and learning magic in the early stages.

From what he knew, the dark wizard had made a lot of money over the years selling various forbidden potions.

"You woke up half an hour late today. Do you want me to use a Transfiguration spell to turn you into a rat and roast you over a candle again?"

Just as George was thinking, the door to his room was suddenly pulled open. A bald old man in a black wizard's robe stared at George with snake-like, cold eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Merton. I'll be right there."

George imitated Dora's usual fearful demeanor and quickly got up to get dressed.

The bald old wizard narrowed his eyes and said, "Little Dora, don't worry. Even though I rejected Hogwarts' admission letter for you, as long as you serve me well like before, I'll teach you some powerful magic. It won't be worse than going to Hogwarts."

"Powerful magic? Probably just cleaning and cooking spells," George thought to himself, but on the surface, he maintained a submissive expression.

Leaving the small room, the sun had just risen, and it was around 6:30 in the morning.

"It's night in the Marvel world and daytime here. This actually works out quite well."

Controlling two bodies simultaneously felt a bit strange, but having one sleep at night while the other was active during the day made it easier to adapt.

After leaving the small room in the building, following Dora's memories, he began preparing breakfast for the old wizard, cleaning the shop, and standing at the door to attract customers, just as he usually did.

Knockturn Alley's potion shop didn't get many normal customers. Most wizards wouldn't come to Knockturn Alley to buy potions, as Diagon Alley had legitimate potion shops.

The customers here were mostly dark wizards or those who didn't strictly follow the Ministry of Magic's laws.

The Ministry generally turned a blind eye to such activities.

Almost every wizard knew what kind of place Knockturn Alley was, so how could the Ministry not know?

In George's opinion, this was a normal situation.

Rather than letting dark wizards operate in secret, it was better to have a place like Knockturn Alley.

If something happened, there would at least be clues to follow.

Moreover, many of the wizarding world's upper-class wizards needed a place like Knockturn Alley to exist.

Even the prestigious Lucius Malfoy occasionally sold forbidden potions and magical items here for money.

And so, it went until around 4:00 PM, when George finally found the perfect opportunity to strike.

"I'm going to brew the Draught of Madness. Close the shop and guard the door. Don't let anyone disturb me, or I'll make you wish you were dead!"

The old wizard carefully took out some precious magical herbs from several boxes and glared fiercely at George.

George immediately lowered his head and replied in a trembling voice, "Yes, yes, I won't let anyone disturb you."

The old wizard's words weren't an empty threat.

Once, Dora had been careless and allowed a customer to disturb the old wizard while he was brewing a potion, causing it to fail. The old wizard had tortured Dora with dark magic all night, and he had almost died.

However, this was also a perfect opportunity for George to kill the old wizard.

From Dora's memories, George knew that the Draught of Madness was a high-level potion. Once consumed, it would drive the drinker insane, turning them into a madman.

As such, it was extremely valuable.

But brewing this potion was very difficult and dangerous.

If not done correctly, it could easily explode, injuring or even killing the brewer.

In fact, brewing potions, especially high-level ones, was inherently risky. Almost every year, some wizards died accidentally while brewing potions.

This was also one of the reasons why high-level potions were so expensive and skilled potion masters were rare.

Seeing the old wizard enter the small potion-brewing room in the backyard, George immediately closed the shop door and quietly crept to the window outside the room to spy.

Inside, the old wizard stood in front of the potion-brewing equipment, taking out ingredients like Arioto, Venomous Tentacula, Billywig stings, and double-headed snake gallbladders. He began processing them one by one before adding them to the cauldron to brew.

The old wizard had never taught Dora any magic, but to make him a better servant, he had taught him a lot about herbology and potion-making.

From Dora's memories, George knew that the brewing stage was the most dangerous part for a wizard.

At this point, the wizard had to focus entirely on casting the necessary spells while continuously channeling magic to stabilize the potion.

"Explode!"

After waiting patiently for an hour, George finally saw the old wizard reach the critical stage of brewing. He immediately used his abilities to make the candleholder on the table tip over, knocking the cauldron off the table.

The thick, paste-like potion spilled onto the table, mixing with the unused herbs.

"No!"

The old wizard quickly stopped the brewing process, sweat pouring down his forehead.

He tried to cast a defensive spell, but before he could raise his wand, the spilled potion exploded.

The old wizard was blown backward, slamming into the wall of the small room before collapsing to the ground, vomiting blood.

"Wizards' bodies are indeed much stronger than ordinary people's."

Seeing the old wizard, who was in his seventies or eighties, survive such an explosion, George couldn't help but marvel.

An ordinary person, even a young and healthy one, would have died from such an explosion.

This wasn't just a simple explosion—it was the result of a failed potion, mixed with magical backlash and chaotic energy. It wasn't as straightforward as it seemed.

"Then let's give you another blow!"

George's veins bulged as he focused all his energy on the chandelier above the small room.

After gaining the wizard's bloodline, he noticed that his mutant abilities had improved significantly. Previously, he could only control about ten pounds, but now, with full effort, he could manage at least fifty pounds.

If fully developed, he could surpass his previous limit of one hundred pounds.

The chandelier, already unstable from the explosion, fell from the ceiling under George's control and stabbed into the old wizard's face before he could react.

"Ah!"

A scream echoed as the chandelier, driven by George's power, pierced through the old wizard's eye and into his brain.

While a wizard's body was resilient—even losing limbs could be healed with magic and potions, allowing them to recover fully—having their brain pierced was a different matter.

Unless they were at Voldemort's level, most wizards wouldn't survive such an injury.

(End of Chapter)