Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 153 Too lazy to talk but worthy of listening
Sensing that the audience's emotions had been stirred, Shavander smiled slightly, "Shavander, you're still as great as ever! Not bad, you're capable of doing this well; you've already memorized all of this by heart!"

He lifted the curtain, revealing a blue memory sphere.

"This is a magical item. According to our assessment, it can instantly grant anyone any skill they desire, whether it be swordsmanship, magic, or business acumen."

Simply touch it, and all the knowledge and abilities will flood into your mind and instantly become a part of you.

Its power is unknown, but legend has it that this item once belonged to a great wizard and was buried in a lost ancient city, only to be discovered today.

"Let's see which discerning magic master will become his master tonight. The auction begins now, with a starting bid of one hundred Galleons."

"Three hundred gold Galleons."

The sound from the audience almost made Shavander shudder.

Fudge—no, Mortos! What kind of ridiculous price is he offering!

"Three hundred Galleons per time."

"Three hundred Galleons twice."

Shavander glanced worriedly in Fudge's direction—did this kid even know what infiltration was? He always made such a big fuss about it; did this so-called ace Auror never learn the basics of stealth during training?!
"Five hundred gold galleons."

"The Black Daffodil from number 73 has been bid up to 500 Galleons. Is there a higher price?"

Shavind's face, hidden behind the mask, was nearly crumbling as he tried to figure out Mortos's intentions in bidding at this moment—was he about to make his move? I'd better run fast!

Knowing Mortos's ways, Shavander really didn't want to continue this ridiculous auction. "Five hundred Galleons at a time!"

"Five hundred Galleons twice!"

"Eight Hundred Galleons"

'Hey—everyone, keep quiet.'

A voice suddenly appeared in Shavind's mind, and he was almost overjoyed—this was the internal communication magic—the Mind Network, the signature magic of the mind magic master that the boss had hired from abroad at great expense.

'Now, let's begin announcing Boss X's orders:'
Three seconds later, all the guests will use Phantom to leave. You should immediately attack the Fudge disguised as Mortos and try to take him down in one fell swoop.

Repeat. Three seconds later.

Chauvin broke down.

The boss is going to take action against Caliban? Why?
So many lessons have been learned from the underground black market. Does the boss think that because they are the biggest black market, they can do what others cannot?

With just the people present?

At the very least, we should include all the guests.

"Start the countdown."

"3"

No, no!!!

At this moment, West, Schwand, and the hidden sentries all felt a sense of desolation and despair.

"2"

Their expressions began to harden.

Damn it, come on! So what if you're trying to run away? I'll run faster than you guys!

"1"

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, three firecrackers exploded in the middle of the scene. West, Schwand, and the sentry all chose to use Phantom Form to escape!

Fuck you! You want me to fight Mortos? Why don't you let me fight Dumbledore instead?

In an instant, firecrackers exploded wildly in the venue—some unruly guests even started to vanish in the second countdown—just kidding, staying in Mortos for even a second longer is a disrespect for life!

"Looks like we've been discovered?"

Fudge, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, suddenly stood up, a long, slender magic wand appearing in his hand. He struck the ground with the wand, and the light-colored frost transformed into ice lotus flowers, completely sealing off the space around them while defending against attacks from all directions! "Just surrender obediently, and I might spare your lives."

Damon ripped off his human skin mask and stepped into the hall.

"I hereby declare—you—are now surrounded!"

Countless spells of all colors exploded around the edge of the lotus, yet not even a corner of the petal could be shaken. Those who hadn't immediately used Apparition turned pale, almost unable to believe what they were seeing—why was there such a protective spell? Even the ultimate armor couldn't provide this level of defense.
Suddenly someone felt a little cold.

He looked down in a daze and realized that his feet had been stuck to the frost on the ground without him noticing.

"This is a curse!"

Someone muttered a curse under their breath and hurriedly began trying to break the curse.

Looking around, all the guests had left, and only the staff remained in the underground black market.

"Kingsley, go check the auction items. I'll watch over things here."

"Yes."

Although Kingsley had anticipated this, he still hadn't expected things to go so smoothly.

He glanced at his superior; the power of his spells seemed to have increased significantly. Why was this happening? Adult wizards shouldn't be able to make such progress so easily.

Kingsley turned his head away, not having time to think further, and quickly began to examine the underground society's auction items.

His expression immediately turned ugly.

Outside the auction house, an uninvited guest suddenly approached Damon.

He wore a blue bird-beak mask, unlike the others who wore black. Standing amidst the frost, he was unaffected by the curse.

“Caliban Mortos, I am X, the actual person in charge of this market. This should be our first meeting, isn’t it?”

"Yes, this should be the last time."

Damon sneered and waved his wand again. The lotus, which others believed required a huge amount of magic to maintain, rapidly transformed! It turned into nine thick, sharp spikes that pierced straight at the newly appeared birdman!
"Don't rush to make a move. I'm here to negotiate peace with you."

Faced with the attack, the birdman remained calm and made no move.

Three people suddenly emerged from behind him. The three cast spells in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized. A golden triangular shield of light extended from each of the three corners, instantly blocking all nine attacks.

"Humph"

The trio simultaneously let out a muffled groan, their expressions beneath their masks revealing extreme shock.

"Boss, I can only block one more time before I hit my limit."

"."

The expression beneath the blue birdman mask also changed.

Despite his repeated overestimation of his opponent's strength, it still seemed insufficient—damn it, am I facing Dumbledore?
Has this person really reached this level?
With that kind of power, why not stay in the Ministry of Magic as an Auror striker, unlike the two generations of Dark Lords who tried to control the magical world?

Are you sick in the head?!

"Don't rush to attack! I really want to talk to you!"

X could no longer remain calm—in fact, he regretted showing himself here. If he could do it all over again, he would never have given the order to attack.

Ugh. West clearly gave him advice.

He felt that this underground auction was of paramount importance, as all his forces were concentrated there—he was confident that, unless it was the legendary Dumbledore, no one could survive such a power.

And sure enough, I actually encountered it today.

"What's there to talk about? I'm too lazy to talk to someone like you. You're not worthy of my attention."

A divine light exploded before X.

(End of this chapter)