Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 149 Let's kill a few Death Eaters for fun.
Snape, feeling guilty, dared not respond to the accusations from his two peers, but wouldn't Damon dare to?
Seeing Damon mock him, Snape glared at Damon fiercely—though this had no effect on the lawless boy.

If it were any other student, they would probably be trembling all over if Snape were staring at them like that, but Snape only felt that Damon was laughing even more happily. What kind of situation is this?
"Alright, Severus, everyone has different opinions about others. While I don't agree with your assessment of Damon, I support you having your own thoughts—but that's not what we should be discussing right now."

Dumbledore looked at Damon:

"Once we've discussed this and come to a decision, I'll have Fox inform you. You can go now."

He knew that Damon wouldn't like others allocating his time in front of him—even if it was with his permission.

Damon looked around again and found that most of the other professors thought the same thing. He nodded and left first.

As soon as the door closed, a discussion broke out inside, and it quickly teetered on the edge of a debate.

"Hmm, although I'm kind of curious to hear about this, it really feels like being a pig waiting to be slaughtered at a market. I'd better not listen."

Damon shook his head, momentarily at a loss for what to do—it was Saturday, and Harry should be practicing spells in the Room of Requirement.

His holiday plans have always included going to the Room of Requirement to practice spells, and even though simple practice no longer works for him, he still maintains this habit—spending his time at the Room of Requirement has become a routine for him.

But today, Damon suddenly had a whim.

"I'm itching to kill a few Death Eaters for fun."

Damon cast a spell to preserve his appearance, and his body began to change.

Caliban Mortos makes his grand entrance!

However, there's a question about him that's been circulating in the Ministry of Magic lately—Morthos seems to have grown quite a bit taller.

Just six months later, Damon's height increased by another 5cm, reaching 175cm, and he is likely to continue to grow.

Because he didn't want to change the position of his bones, he didn't try to hide his height—the original Caliban Mortos wasn't nearly as tall as he is now.

It doesn't matter, it can all be explained with magic anyway—and who would connect the Auror Division's ace with Hogwarts' Master White?

Damon snapped his fingers, and his attire spontaneously transformed into Mortos's style—an elegant white undershirt, a rugged khaki vest, and a black overcoat. As for the green cloak given to him by Professor Flitwick, it had no chance to make an appearance now.

Damon apparated directly to his office in the Auror division—he found it too troublesome to teleport to a phone booth and then call in every time, so he created this special case—even the office director remained silent about it, pretending not to know.

Kingsley Shackles was even more supportive of him doing so.

As for whether anyone with ulterior motives would dare to take advantage of this?
So far, he has not seen any – there are far fewer signs of dark wizarding activity in the British magical world now, although it is possible that they have gone underground, but he has indeed heard that more and more wizards are starting to smuggle themselves into other magical worlds – the living conditions of the British magical world are indeed a bit severe now.

As Damon appeared in the office, the alarm bell rang in the office next to Kingsley's, and the green light turned red—he jumped up abruptly!

Recently, due to the Caliban Boss incident, the number of criminals has decreased dramatically, which has made things much easier for the Aurors—not to mention the reduced casualty rate.

"boss."

Kingsley bowed respectfully to Damon as he walked out the door—a gesture of absolute authority and respect earned through months of flawless mission records. "Kingsley, have you noticed anything lately? My hands are itching."

Damon, or rather Caliban, makes no secret of his militant nature—almost everyone now knows that if he takes action, Death Eaters are virtually guaranteed to die.

Sometimes, the Ministry of Magic is even hesitant to let him take action in order to capture Death Eaters.

Yes, there is.

"If you have something to say, just say it. What are you hesitating for?"

As they walked and talked, they strode toward the Auror operations office—the sound of boots striking the ground echoed, accompanied by a resounding thud—and idle Aurors, hearing the commotion, opened their office doors to greet Mortos.

"My lord! Are there any operations today? Please take me with you."

One person caught up with the group.

"Greetings, sir."

A female Auror joined the party in adoration.

Next, the third person—the fourth person—Mad-Eye Moody walked out of the office. Looking at the team of less than ten people, which walked with the imposing presence of a million strong army, a look of satisfaction and awe flashed in his eyes. Who would have thought that this guy, who was just an intern Auror half a year ago and hadn't even been promoted from trainee to full-fledged, had achieved this level in such a short time?

This scene absolutely cannot be seen by Fudge, or that old bastard will go crazy.

As for which side Moody's is on, is that even a question?

Even if Mortos were to become Minister of Magic now, he, who has always abhorred injustice, would still ride ahead of Mortos.

Inside the Auror Operations Office.

Damon quickly understood what Kingsley meant by his hesitation.

"Kingsley, report the situation to everyone."

"Yes."

Regardless of what Kingsley was thinking, he knew only one thing now—he stood firmly on Mortos' side—after all, the other side only attacked villains and never harmed the innocent, so what did he have to hesitate about?
Because of the existence of the other party, the entire British wizarding community's view of Aurors has improved a lot - in the past, the extremists among them thought that Aurors were a group of incompetent people who only knew how to arrest innocent people and hastily close cases, or dangerous elements who were always unreliable in handling missions and caused a lot of trouble.

Now, they all begin to embrace the existence of the Aurors—the public even proactively reports any signs of villainy to the Ministry of Magic, something extremely rare in the past—unless their safety is truly threatened.

Ironically, it was precisely because of the change in the attitude of the British wizarding community towards the Aurors that these Aurors truly realized how unpopular they had been before, and that Caliban Mortos had bestowed this honor upon them.

“We recently uncovered a dark wizarding hub.” Kingsleyton paused, as if something was stuck in his throat, before continuing, “In an abandoned subway station in East London, there are signs of human trafficking—people are still trying to capture Muggles for experiments.”

(End of this chapter)