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Chapter 135, Section 134: The Bandit Gang

Chapter 136, Section 134: The Bandit Gang

"Two months have passed. You're being too cautious. Those saints are only concerned with selling the goods and don't care about what happens afterward."

It was a woman's voice, and it was clearly the only witch among them who spoke.

Then a hoarse voice spoke sharply.

"Have you forgotten why Scott's arm was broken, and why I ended up like this?!"

"That's because we tried to steal from them and they found out. Now they've sold the stuff to someone else. We were just robbing other people's things and reselling them. It has nothing to do with them anymore."

The woman whispered in defense, the hoarse voice clearly belonging to the hunchbacked old man, who held a dominant position in their group.

"You didn't experience that era, so you won't understand how terrifying the saints were back then. Even though they've been imprisoned for over forty years, they're still not people we can mess with. Last time you were so clever as to try and steal their things, you were practically asking for trouble. If I hadn't stopped you at the last moment and given them all our possessions, you would all be dead there!"

At that moment, the black-robed wizard also arrived. He struggled to climb into the screaming shed using only one arm, and Lynn then discovered that his right arm was missing.

"Scott, have you noticed anything behind us?"

"No, but someone who spends a long time alone in the tavern this afternoon is a bit suspicious."

"He might be the buyer's person, but that's not a concern. As long as the person who wants to buy the item doesn't try anything funny, we'll have a normal transaction and won't do anything else."

"Lagno, are we really sure it's okay to kill that man?"

"You idiot! I told you not to call me Lagno, call me John! And we've already killed everyone, what are you afraid of? We're going to sell this bottle of unicorn blood we stole, then leave Europe, take the money and go have a good time somewhere."

"That's right, after we pull off this job, Penny and I will get married."

"Shut up! You brainless pig! Who gave you the right to say that!"

Lynn wasn't listening to their subsequent conversation; he had already heard everything he wanted to know.

The crow flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

He was right; Quirrell had indeed gotten his hands on the bottle of unicorn blood because of him.

The source of the blood was Abros, which was Rozier and his group.

Judging from their tone, this group was clearly not a good person.

This vial of blood was not something they bought through normal means. At first, they actually tried to steal from the saints, but they were stopped by the hunchbacked old man at a crucial moment, which saved their lives, but they lost all their possessions. One of them lost a hand, and the hunchbacked old man turned into some kind of monster.

Later, in an attempt to recoup their losses, they killed the wizard who had legally acquired unicorn blood and then resold it, with Quirrell being the final buyer.

These four people are a gang of murderers and robbers!

The fact that this vial of blood came from Abros proves that there must be something wrong with it.

It's not that Lynn is narcissistic; objectively speaking, given how much importance Rozier's followers showed him, if drinking this bottle of unicorn blood really had no side effects, there was a 90% chance they would have sent it to him instead of selling it.

Moreover, while they were talking, someone inadvertently called out the name Lagno to the hunchbacked old man, which Lynn found somewhat familiar.

It was as if he had just heard about it or seen it somewhere recently.

Lynn flew back to Hogwarts from Hogsmeade.

Once he arrived at school, he went straight back to his dormitory and started looking through the books he had recently read, trying to find out where he had seen the name Lagno.

But he went through all the books he had read in the past two weeks and found nothing.

Lynn ran her fingers through her hair, wondering if she had remembered it wrong.

Even if it were just ordinary unicorn blood, he didn't intend to let Voldemort get it, because that would undoubtedly allow Voldemort to recover his strength sooner, and Lynn's plan would also be subject to more risks.

But Lynn wasn't too keen on the idea of intercepting the goods in advance and buying them from those bandits at a higher price.

He was always unhappy that the hunchbacked old man and his gang of scumbags got off easy.

As for double-crossing...

He wasn't one of those brutes from Gryffindor who thought they were invincible just because they'd learned a few tricks of dark magic and had more magic power than normal wizards.

The opposing side has four adult wizards with no moral compass. Generally, wizards who willingly degenerate into bandits are also likely to be dark wizards skilled in black magic.

Asking him to single-handedly storm the enemy camp and take on four opponents is something Lynn and the trolls would never do unless Lynn and the trolls had swapped brains.

Lynn had no idea how to sabotage the deal yet, but he had a day to think about it. Now he wanted to go to the auditorium for dinner to fill his stomach.

During dinner, Cedric was enthusiastically predicting who would win this year's Academy Cup.

"Since Harry Potter joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team, they have dominated the Quidditch competition. This year's Quidditch Cup is practically Gryffindor's. As for the House Cup..."

As he said this, he turned his head and glanced at the hourglasses on the high platform of the Great Hall that marked the scores of the four houses. The hourglass representing Slytherin was almost full of green gems, leaving the other three houses far behind.

Cedric said sourly.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Slytherin will win the House Cup for the seventh consecutive year."

Lynn's skin was as thick as the walls of Hogwarts, he said matter-of-factly.

"Of course, who can blame me for being so outstanding?"

"It's shameless."

Ian retorted expressionlessly.

"Shut up! You're just jealous of me!"

Just as they were chatting, a flock of owls suddenly flew into the auditorium.

One of them flew over to Lynn, and the owl brought him a newspaper.

"It's today's Daily Prophet, but why is it only being delivered to me in the evening?"

Lynn grumbled and casually fed the newspaper-delivering owl some breadcrumbs.

Suddenly, Lynn stared blankly at the newspaper in his hand.