Chapter 489: Keep Your Word

"Aurors..." Bai Lang said with a smile that was not a smile after these people left, "Aurors..." He ended with a strange tone and walked towards his home—Bai Lang didn't say that he killed more than a dozen Dementors at once. The Aurors only knew that he drove away the Dementors, he had a Patronus and was an Animagus. Otherwise, would they charge him for compensation? After all, Dementors are employees of the Ministry of Magic.

The Death Eaters who came to assassinate him died two and ran two. Bai Lang felt that he had raised his level in Voldemort's place—if Voldemort continued to try to kill him, the man who once threatened Voldemort, he probably had to send his truly powerful confidants, or he himself. But Bai Lang didn't intend to let Voldemort continue to come. He rested for a while and took the initiative to attack. He had a black magic prop compass in his hand, which could find unlucky Death Eaters.

He only needed some relatively detailed information. Fortunately, the Daily Prophet and Malfoy solved this problem for him. Bai Lang didn't stay in his home for long, he soon turned to the newly built mansion—using a Confundus Charm and a Teleportation Charm, he could connect this house with the room in the normal world, while not letting ordinary people have doubts. Bai Lang put his trophies in place, and at the same time cleared a pile of places to prepare to put those Death Eater trophies.

The initial idea was their wands. If the wands were broken, they would be replaced with other things. "Still need to prepare more sets of magic clothing, especially to be firm and easy to move—so I have to go to a high-end custom shop." Bai Lang felt that it would be good to customize a few more assassin suits, but perhaps he needed to use the fur of some magical creatures as raw materials—considering the situation of defense.

In short, after staying at home for more than ten days and getting the customized clothing sent, Bai Lang started to hunt down Death Eaters.

Harry Potter and the others had their own troubles. Bai Lang learned from the owl letters sent by Neville and Zabini that Harry was required to be tried by the Ministry of Magic because of using magic, "This is very strange, I also used magic when fighting Death Eaters, why didn't the Ministry of Magic sue me?" Bai Lang felt that this was probably selective law enforcement? But perhaps it was also because he handed over two corpses that could be investigated.

Fudge couldn't say that these two Death Eater corpses with Dark Marks were fake—because if he said so, maybe this Hogwarts fourth-grader who could defeat a dragon would become a new criminal? Well, the Ministry of Magic's trouble was enough now. They wanted to cover up Voldemort's resurrection, wanted to hunt down those escaped Death Eaters, and now it was not a wise move to create another criminal. And Harry, this kind of person, is another matter—no matter what, he is the savior, naturally has topics.

"If Harry says Voldemort is resurrected, I think many people will believe it, then Fudge should have a headache." Bai Lang understood British bureaucrats very well, even if the bureaucrat is a wizard—the people who truly rule this country are always the loyal bureaucrats of Her Majesty the Queen.

Before Bai Lang set off, someone came to find him. The one who found him was Professor Moody—the one Bai Lang hadn't seen, "Hello Professor, although what I saw was the fake you, it was exactly the same, wasn't it." Bai Lang knew that this professor had persecution mania, and he had been an Auror for many years. This was an occupational disease, so he didn't treat this professor to tea or any kind of drink.

"Mr. Langen, I came to find you for the Death Eaters." Professor Moody didn't sit down or enter his room, just stood outside the door and said, while the magic eye turned to observe Dio who was lying lazily behind.

"So that's it, Professor. Let's put it this way, I think Death Eaters, including Voldemort, are very good prey. Killing them makes me feel very interesting—do you want to visit what I hunted? For example, the taxidermy specimen of the werewolf Greyback's head." Bai Lang invited warmly, and Moody's magic eye turned over, "Thank you, but Mr. Langen, I have already seen it. So that's it, I think Remus will be very happy."

Moody looked at Bai Lang, "I originally wanted to say something, but you are a little wizard with your own ideas. I don't think I need to continue, so I'm going to leave. I don't think anyone will continue to disturb you. Young man, I give you a piece of advice, Death Eaters are very dangerous, I hope you can think twice before acting."

Moody directly Apparated and disappeared. Bai Lang looked at the place where he disappeared and smiled—a smile with a little madness. "Dangerous? I have to leave early, otherwise I'm afraid Dumbledore will suddenly appear..." Bai Lang scratched his beard stubble—this thing didn't match his age, it actually grew out now, making Bai Lang look a bit mature. "Let's go Dio, we have to disappear quickly—before Dumbledore stops us!"

Bai Lang leaped up, jumped onto Dio's back who stood up quickly, and this monster directly exerted force and took off, flapping its huge wings and starting to climb. "Go to Diagon Alley first, it's time to let that beetle reporter know that my words are definitely not a joke."

Rita Skeeter, this rumor-mongering reporter, seemed to have been caught by Hermione, and recently she was very peaceful, even writing some vindication reports for Harry, Hermione, and Ron, but she ignored Bai Lang's warning, which was a fact, so Bai Lang decided to give her a little punishment—let her know that some words cannot be ignored. "Although it won't kill anyone, it won't be so easy to muddle through." Bai Lang decided that breaking a few of her bones would be enough.

Punishment beyond the limit is not helpful for the establishment of fear, and Bai Lang is a reasonable person. Rita's matter is not to that point. This kind of punishment is just enough. As for finding her boss? That is a matter for the future. Bai Lang has neither enough gold Galleons nor enough manpower to do this for the time being. Besides, he doesn't want to go to Azkaban for the time being.

Dio flew directly outside Diagon Alley, and Bai Lang walked into Diagon Alley from the outside—he was going to the editorial department. He needed to confirm where Rita was. This woman's residence was not in Diagon Alley, but Bai Lang got her movements, and when Bai Lang appeared in front of her, the woman just remembered what Bai Lang said before—her face began to turn white, and she seemed to want to spray a scream from her mouth.

Bai Lang stretched out his hand, directly dislocated her chin, and by the way, flicked her throat lightly. Immediately, the woman covered her throat and knelt down, starting to flow a lot of saliva from her dislocated chin. "You didn't take my words seriously, so I want to deepen your impression. Pay attention in the future." Bai Lang's words were very gentle, but he started very decisively, directly breaking her limbs. "Don't worry, there will be no sequelae, the fracture of this bone is crisp and neat." ===== CHAPTER 490 =====