Chapter 480: Changes

The second task wouldn't take place until February, and before that, there was a winter break. Bai Lang soaked in the library, looking for what he needed, with a large notebook spread out beside him—don't look at this thing as only palm-sized; once opened, it could grow to the size of half a person at will, and it would turn pages automatically. The number of pages contained within was by no means as small as it appeared on the surface.

Combined with the special ink pen inserted into the spine of the notebook, it could fully achieve automatic recording, automatic excerpting, and automatic annotation, and it also had editing and directory retrieval, as well as keyword retrieval capabilities—this thing was also customized. Bai Lang found a magic grocery store and spent nearly a hundred gold Galleons to have it specially made according to his requirements. However, he also received a patent exclusive authorization fee of nearly a hundred gold Galleons—the store was preparing to officially produce and sell this kind of notebook, expecting to make a big profit in the market.

What Bai Lang was collecting was the history of some wizards—there were very few people studying these ancient histories. Although the books in the library were not covered in dust, they hadn't been flipped through for a long time. What Bai Lang was looking for was the so-called family heritage. He knew of the existence of the Gaunt family, so it only took him one day to get the location records of the Gaunt old house.

At the same time, he also had to search for the traces of those Death Eaters from the clippings of the Daily Prophet in the library—after knowing the names of some people, it was actually not difficult to find their traces through clippings. This was just a process of intelligence collection and analysis—what Bai Lang was looking for was the trace of Greyback, the cruelest werewolf among the Death Eaters, and of course, the werewolves he led.

There were even some races that would obey the Dark Lord's orders—from vampires to giants, but unfortunately, he didn't find where Voldemort piled up the Inferi. Bai Lang remembered it was some lake? Anyway, it was where Sirius's brother died. He carefully copied the distribution areas of these creatures into his notebook and even drew a map.

And the traces of the activities of the werewolves led by Greyback over the years could be outlined through the news of injury crimes in the clippings. This group of people seemed to be running between Europe and England—when in Europe, they preferred to be active in the mountains and dark forests of Albania, Yugoslavia, and other places, and when they arrived in England, it was the countryside.

Bai Lang collected all the information he could collect in the remaining time. When the semester ended, he happily played with the bone staff in his hand, "It's time for the hunt, I'm in a good mood." That's right, Bai Lang had been dormant for a full four years, and it was time for a hearty hunt and slaughter.

"When did it start? Of course, after the Animagus was completed. After this technique was completed, the things I needed to find to complete in this world were already in hand. After that, it actually didn't make much sense." The True Meaning of Tiger Form went a step further, reaching a level close to the pinnacle of the Dao. Such a harvest was enough to satisfy Bai Lang—after going out, he had great confidence in taking another step forward, breaking through the Innate Realm to reach the level of Internal Scene Projection. Only then would he be qualified to say that he was one of the masters of the world.

As for Harry Potter, Voldemort's destined opponent? Destined to die at Harry's hands? Dumbledore training Harry to become a true savior? Well, it's the savior of Britain. These are all their own ideas, what does it have to do with Bai Lang? Bai Lang just wants to make trouble, hunt those werewolves, use their heads as decorations, kill Voldemort, and soak this guy in formalin as an exhibit. Wouldn't that be nice?

"Mammy Mammy Red!" The spell in Bai Lang's universal spell to summon hyenas let him see a new beast—but he knew very well that it had no fate with him, and he couldn't summon it. "It's a pity, I think that fierce bull is also very good." That was a monster with a thick and short mutant bull head, a bloody mouth, and long fangs. Sharp tusks like ivory protruded forward from the left and right cheeks, the horns on the head were also extremely sharp when separated left and right, and there was a body and hooves like steel. That tail was simply a slender and deadly barbed iron whip...

Bai Lang knew this belonged to someone else. Fortunately, his hyena was not bad now, with a thick head, neck, and body, and bone-crushing fangs thicker than lions and tigers. This was not bad either.

Should he forge a weapon for himself? Bai Lang felt it was necessary. Magic might be able to make weapons carry the abilities of fire, ice, lightning, and even poison—although he couldn't, Bai Lang felt he still had the confidence to forge a sharp blade that could clean and sharpen itself.

So he forged a steel mace, four-edged with armor-piercing tips, as thick as a goose egg, and weighing forty-eight catties. There was also a sword, a one-handed machete, with a blade length of no more than three feet but weighing twelve catties—this thing could be used to cut off heads. Of course, for long-handled weapons, Bai Lang still used steel to forge a Date-Sun Spear—of course, there were also steel spears, big swords, and so on, but they probably wouldn't be used in the Harry Potter world.

Dio followed Bai Lang out of the Forbidden Forest for a vacation for the first time. "The only regret is that I have to correspond with Sophie, this 'pen pal', regularly, otherwise I guess this woman would really find her way from France to England." From the Hogwarts Express, Bai Lang was muttering about this, and others wished they could beat him to death—they had French beauties, but they hadn't found women yet.

The ball was simply unreliable.

For example, Harry and Ron had no development with the Indian sisters, and Fleur also dumped her soul-lost partner—what was this guy's name? Probably just a piece of trash being played with. Zabini didn't have much contact with his partner either, and as for the relationship between Ginny and Neville—probably at the level of acquaintances?

Bai Lang decided to buy a property in the wizarding world in England first, so he needed to go to a real estate agent in Diagon Alley—most wizards' houses needed to avoid the attention of Muggles, and only a few wizards lived among Muggles. And those manors, without exception, had spells to prevent Muggles from discovering them.

All Bai Lang needed was a Victorian-style house. This could be obtained from the Muggle government through a special docking agency of the Ministry of Magic, and then someone could be found to build it. In the end, Bai Lang's house was bought in the suburbs of London, costing him tens of thousands of gold Galleons—a three-story Victorian-style house with a basement, and the area was not small.

However, Bai Lang didn't want a fireplace. Instead, he wanted an ancient Roman-style underground heating flue and a matching large bathroom. Of course, there was also a showroom prepared to put trophies.

Bai Lang planned to use magic to connect the house in his bag with this house outside in the future, forming a main city and a shadow city. After all this came to an end, he was ready to take Dio out to hunt—the first target was the werewolves who might be in the English countryside.

There was a shortcut to finding werewolves—that was, Lupin's "scent" had already been remembered by Dio and Bai Lang's hyena. Following the scent to find them, the stench of the werewolves would eventually bring them to Bai Lang. "Be careful not to smash the head, and it's the best time to find them on the night of the full moon." Bai Lang muttered, "Otherwise, what do I want human heads for? They can't be exchanged for reward money."

Killing these werewolves really had no psychological burden. Bai Lang sat on Dio's back, and this horned manticore spread its wings more than ten meters long and flew in the sky. Magic protected it from being discovered by Muggles. "In the end, I still rely on this." Bai Lang muttered, holding a small compass in his hand.

This was something he found after going to a black magic prop shop in Knockturn Alley. It was easier than letting Dio find them—for this reason, when he went there, he really hurt that unlucky Borgin and Burkes. He tried to rip Bai Lang off, and if possible, pinch his handle to blackmail him for a long time—so Bai Lang educated him, broke his limbs, and tortured him to force him to tell him how to use it.

Would such a person dare to report to the officials? Maybe they would, maybe they wouldn't, but Bai Lang didn't care. He grabbed a wizard who was hanging out in Knockturn Alley and let him test whether there was a curse on this thing—if there was, he would go back and smash Borgin and Burkes's head. For Borgin and Burkes, it was lucky that there was no curse on this compass.

So you only need to kill a living creature to make a wish for this compass to find a specific target, and the needle will point to the target's direction. "To extend the usage time as much as possible, I killed a murderer." Bai Lang said, "I think this is very good, don't you think so, Dio."

"I also think it's very good." Dio's voice sounded.

Greyback and the werewolves following him had just completed a brutal murder. In the English countryside, they killed an old couple in a small house, sat in their house, rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find food and wine to eat and drink, accompanied by rough laughter, and tore the human corpses to pieces—tonight was the night of the full moon, which was exactly the time when this group of guys turned into wolves.

At that time, they might also attack the surrounding houses, bite and tear those poor Muggles to death, and even destroy the corpses—those missing cases in the Muggle world might be mostly done by these guys. The moon revealed its true face from behind the clouds, accompanied by long wolf howls, and one wizard after another fell to all fours, turning into wolves.

They were stimulated by the bloody smell of the broken corpses and were impulsive. The largest wolf was their leader, Greyback. Fenrir Greyback's wolf face showed a ferocious smile. He was ready to lead the wolf pack out to kill, just at the moment they opened the door.

"Yo, let me count, there are at least twelve or thirteen here. I guess all the famous ferocious werewolves in England are here? I always feel like there are fewer, it should be that the bulk of the werewolves are still in the European continent." A figure blocked the door, a long cane tapping his palm one by one. ===== CHAPTER 481 =====