My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 455, Section 452: Life or Death

Lynn's pursuit of the wizards chasing him took place in the early hours of the morning.

Now, the sky over the island has brightened.

The bright sun rose from the eastern sky, bringing not only light but also hordes of wizards flying in on broomsticks.

Hundreds of wizards of various skin colors descended from the sky to the ground, gathering in small groups of two or three, clearly belonging to their own small communities.

Not long after they landed on the island, the leader of the Congressional Wizards found them.

"Mr. O'Brien."

Later, the wizards who arrived on the island all addressed the male wizard with respect.

Although these people are all considered free agents, similar to international mercenaries, they are all paid to do things and have no affiliation with any magical government.

But given the reputation of this security chief, he still deserves the respect due to him.

If the other party manages to squeeze out even a little bit of profit from their actions, it will be enough to keep them all happy for a long time.

Among wizards who can use magic, there are basically none who don't have to worry about food and clothing.

From another perspective, magic is also a craft, and a craft that, once mastered, will ensure a lifetime of comfort and security.

However, the total number of wizards in the world is neither large nor small; at least enough to form a considerable number of wizarding societies.

Wherever there are people, there will be a comparison between the good and bad of life.

After becoming a wizard, you certainly won't starve to death, but no one wouldn't want their life to be even better.

So a group of wizards who didn't have any particular strengths and whose magical talents were only average, but who were unwilling to live ordinary and stable lives in their hometowns, gathered together and did a job similar to mercenaries—a dangerous but highly rewarding job.

Although they are called mercenaries, there aren't actually that many places to fight in the magical world. They just need to do some dangerous work regularly.

For example, helping Gringotts transport items that are not suitable for magical transfer, or helping smaller ministries of magic capture troublesome fugitives, or helping larger ministries of magic handle certain things that are not troublesome but cannot be done in the open.

These people are all very professional and sign magical contracts promising to keep their employers' affairs confidential.

Some of the highest-paid clients even erase all memories of the mission from their minds in front of their employers after the mission is completed.

This operation, for example, falls into this category.

"Has your contract already been signed?"

The wizard asked them with a cold expression.

The wizards of various races, with different skin colors—black, white, and yellow—all nodded in agreement.

"Yes, we signed it. We all signed confidentiality agreements before coming here."

"We paid you to come here just to find this person."

The wizard took out Lynn's photo and used a spell to make countless copies of it, which were then distributed to the wizards below.

"He's a fugitive wanted by Congress and he's hiding on this island. I don't care what methods you use, as long as you can find him for me, I'll apply to Congress to pay you ten times the commission."

They were already well paid for coming here, but if they successfully captured someone, their commission would increase tenfold, which excited the wizards on the island.

In fact, the rewards offered by the male wizard were not very high, and were completely disproportionate to the level of danger Lynn displayed.

Even if the commission were increased tenfold or a hundredfold, it wouldn't be outrageous.

But this could easily arouse the suspicion of some seasoned veterans among the hired wizards.

Having worked in this industry for a long time, they naturally understand that a certain price corresponds to a certain level of work.

If the price is too high, there's a 90% chance you haven't found a sucker and made a big profit. Rather, it means the task the other party is offering is extremely dangerous, so dangerous that there's a very high chance of losing your life.

Now, the price the male wizard is offering them is just right, slightly above average, higher than the market price, but not by much.

Looking at the target, who appears to be a boy who is not yet an adult, one can roughly guess why these people in Congress would hire them to do this.

Arresting a child who is not yet an adult is not only shameful, but the matter itself is not honorable. Therefore, it is safest to entrust this dirty work to these people.

The male wizard looked at these people coldly.

He knew that Lynn's methods were completely different from his age, and that many of these people were likely to die here.

But he hadn't gone to these people to frame them; he wanted to capture Lynn, so he still gave them a warning.

"Let me make this clear first: this boy is dangerous. Some of my men have already died at his hands, which is why I'm offering you such a high commission. Don't blame me for not warning you beforehand. Don't let your guard down just because he's young. Once you locate him, immediately notify everyone else. You'll get ten times the commission just for finding his whereabouts."

The hired wizards certainly didn't ignore what he said.

These people are all experts in their fields; otherwise, they wouldn't have been selected by Congress to be employed. So someone asked.

"Is the mission requirement to capture them alive?"

The male wizard said coldly.

"You can catch this boy and the girl with him, dead or alive."

After all the requirements were determined, the hired wizards spread out across the island and, together with the Aurors under the wizards' command, gradually began their investigation.

Among the dozens of hired wizard squads, three members of a black squad were looking at their teammates strangely.

"When did you start wearing glasses, Hancock?"

The burly black wizard Hancock, who was being questioned, had a smile on his face, and his expression was not at all like that of a rugged man, but rather like that of a refined gentleman.

Upon hearing his companion's question, he gently adjusted his glasses and casually replied.

"It's nothing. I've always had some eye problems, but I only recently got glasses. I used to think that wearing glasses made me look a bit effeminate."

His companions didn't doubt his answer and laughed.

"You definitely look much more effeminate with those glasses on."

Although they are a wizarding team, they don't spend every day together; when they're not on missions, they each have their own families.

The black wizard named Hancock also smiled and shook his head, then subconsciously tried to straighten the collar of his trench coat.

But when he reached his neck, he belatedly realized that he was wearing a wizard's robe without a collar.

He asked his companions with a natural and casual expression.

"Where should we begin our search?"

(End of this chapter)