The Evil Thoughts of Hogwarts and the Genie

Chapter 181 The Prototype of a Robber

With just a few words, Edmund obtained a new body that was entirely his own.

The outer shell is far more "advanced" than the battery, and the operating method is also very different:

Jack White's soul has departed; he did so entirely voluntarily, sacrificing his body rather than his soul.

In exchange, I was given the opportunity to make a wish.

Therefore, Edmund's current situation is a true case of the cuckoo usurping the nest;

In contrast, the vast majority of those who made wishes, and those who launched fatal attacks against Edmund, offered their souls, not their bodies.

Edmund could only use their bodies by manipulating their souls, not by truly replacing them.

As for why he wanted Jack's body—on the one hand, it was certainly because the Muggle story was quite touching, but more importantly:

This sounds like a very good revenge story.

Jack White is a petty thief whose moral compass is wavering. He is unexpectedly caught up in an honor murder plot by a pure-blood wizard and finds himself in deep trouble.

He didn't call the police immediately; after all, his own record wasn't clean either. So he hypocritically deceived himself: perhaps it was just a nightmare.

Then he woke up to find his gentle wife, who was nearing her due date, lying naked and dead beside him, her eyes wide open.

Her posture was like that of a lamb on an offering table, which is not a compliment—she seemed to have become something inhuman, no longer possessing human attributes, dying without any dignity.

Jack thus descended into madness. He insisted that the wizards had made a mistake, believing he was the real Jack.

Jason used this to escape the truth.

Now, the genie has inherited this blood feud of killing his wife and children.

Given such a deep-seated hatred, wouldn't it be reasonable to do something even more extreme?

The next day, Dumbledore arrived at St. Mungo's a little earlier than the agreed time. Upon entering the ward...

Then he saw Edmund had already packed his belongings and was sitting on the edge of the bed with a gloomy expression.

The old wizard smiled good-naturedly, and Edmund immediately noticed that he was still wearing the same royal blue wizard's robe as yesterday.

"Didn't sleep all night?" he asked before Dumbledore could speak.

"Let me guess—did you go help 'deal with' those duds?"

After asking the question, he pretended to be childish and raised his chin, as if waiting for someone to praise him.

Dumbledore was not surprised by this. The old wizard gave Edmund a deep look but did not answer the question directly.

"You always think very deeply," Dumbledore said ambiguously. "That's a good habit. So—how did you sleep last night?"

This time, it was Edmund's turn to smile.

"I'm not a good sleeper and hardly slept at all."

That's the truth.

After exchanging a few perfunctory words, Dumbledore had Edmund put his arm around his, and after Apparating, they hitched a ride with Phoenix Fawkes and went straight back to the Headmaster's office.

Although less than 30 hours had passed, after experiencing what happened to Lucifer, Edmund felt as if he had been in another world looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar office.

"Well then, I'm going back."

Dumbledore nodded, and the two of them tacitly avoided mentioning the topic that had been temporarily set aside earlier.

Your opinion of the other party.

The old man and the young man parted ways, and Edmund breathed a sigh of relief as he walked down the long spiral staircase.

Actually, he wanted to arrange for someone to call Lucifer again.

But thinking about it carefully, he didn't seem to have much use for Lucifer.

Making a deal with the Demon King always requires extreme caution. Edmund is far from being in a situation where he needs to fight a desperate battle, so it seems there's no need to contact him again.

With these thoughts in mind, he walked lightly back to the Slytherin common room.

Since the morning herbalism class hadn't officially ended yet, the upperclassmen who didn't have class all saw him appear in his fox form as proof.

However, many people immediately recognized him and greeted him warmly and familiarly. Edmund responded to them politely.

These people should be the type who are not so obsessed with pureblood theory and value strength more.

However, these stubborn-on-the-outside-observant types are probably just opportunists. The ones who are truly interested in Edmund are the few senior wizards in the corner of the lounge who are glancing at him.

Just as they had observed Edmund for some time, Edmund also had a general impression of them. They were almost all around the same age as Lucius Malfoy, and were considered "blood bags" among their peers.

These "blood packs" who were close to Malfoy's age seemed to be bullied particularly badly—of course, Edmund thought it was because Lucius had reorganized the dueling club.

Those at the bottom of these academies have no right to refuse invitations to spar with others.

Furthermore, the reason they ended up in this situation is either because they have extremely low talent or because they have some personality flaws. Coupled with the fact that Lucius is indeed very domineering, these young wizards are indeed having a very hard time.

A few days ago, Edmund deliberately displayed his strength, which was naturally intended to win them over.

Of course, he didn't particularly expect these people to have any potential—but if he really wanted to run an organization, he couldn't avoid recruiting some fanatics.

Putting everything else aside, these people must really want to see Lucius suffer.

Isn't that a coincidence? Edmund also wanted to see Lucius suffer.

If he had to say, he wouldn't say he particularly disliked Lucius.

But who could blame him when his father created that unfortunate Book of Friendship during his student days? Both father and son considered themselves to be leading figures of the pure-blood faction.

Edmund had planned to return to his dormitory to check on his original body and the ring inside the urn containing it.

But as soon as he opened the dormitory door, he heard a familiar voice behind him. Avery was yelling at the top of his lungs:

"What a bastard! I told you long ago, Potter's got something wrong with his head—Black, and the other one's no better!"

Edmund stopped in his tracks upon hearing this and looked back curiously.

It seems today's Herbalism class ended early. The Slytherin first-years filed in, and apart from the preoccupied Carol and the expressionless Pollyanna, both wore expressions of resentment.

What's even more striking are their wizard robes. Each of them is covered in a sticky, bright red, gelatinous substance.

Some older students frowned and gathered around, chanting incantations and quickly removing the thing from their skin.

"?" The older girl with a ponytail frowned slightly.

"Where's Snape?"

When Avery saw someone asking a question, he immediately went over and quickly explained the whole story.

In general, it means:

They were ambushed by the Gryffindor Quartet!