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Chapter 460 457 Old Unlucky Fox

Lynn's words were logically sound.

Fox nodded in agreement.

"It's right that you're being cautious. After all, they used my identity to trick you into coming here this time. Who knows if they'll use the same trick again?"

Lynn remained unmoved by his words.

"So, what's your proof, Professor Fox?"

"The initial funding I gave you was 525 Galleons." Fox tried to prove his identity by saying something that only he and Lynn knew.

Lynn won't make the same mistake twice.

Who knows if the real Professor Fox has been captured by the Magical Congress of the United States and if they have already extracted these memories from his mind?

"These things can be easily extracted from the real Professor Fox with a bottle of truth serum."

Fox looked sullen.

"You underestimate me too much. You think those Aurors in the US Congress can catch me? But if I want to prove something that only I can do, it's actually quite simple."

He knelt down in front of Lynn and pointed to the wand on the ground.

"Would you mind if I used the wand first? I need to demonstrate my magic to prove myself."

Lynn nodded slightly. Even if this Professor Fox was fake, he wasn't afraid that he could pose any threat to him. Moreover, his intuition had already made him somewhat believe that the Professor Fox in front of him was real.

Because a person's appearance can be imitated, but their temperament cannot.

When Dumbledore impersonated Professor Fawkes, Lynn noticed something was off about him after only two days.

The fake Fox who lured him here only met him once and didn't say much, so Lynn didn't notice anything unusual about him.

The Fox in front of us behaved and spoke exactly like the real Professor Fox.

Fox picked up the wand from the ground in front of Lynn, then pointed the tip of the wand at a black wizard lying on the ground and gently cast a spell.

"Avada Kedavra".

A dark green spell shot out from his wand, striking the black wizard who was already barely clinging to life, silencing him instantly.

He did this not to attack his teammates to prove himself, but to demonstrate to Lynn the Killing Curse he used.

It appears to be no different from a normal killing curse, even the effects are exactly the same, but the pronunciation of the curse itself uses runes.

Lynn naturally knew what this meant.

The only way to pronounce black magic spells in runes and make them work properly so far is through the emotionless black magic that Professor Fox and his team researched in Iceland.

It's estimated that only Lynn and Fox know the exact method of using this black magic.

Even if someone could learn this spell from Fox's head, it wouldn't be something that could be mastered in a short time. Even someone with Lynn's high talent for dark magic could only barely use it after studying it seriously for more than a month.

The intensity that Fox used just now was far greater than Lynn's; he was clearly a veteran, not a beginner at all.

The real Fox, holding his wand, shrugged at the stunned Lynn.

"Isn't that enough proof that I am who I am?"

Lynn's face lit up with immense surprise.

After so many years, he finally met the real Professor Fox again.

But their current location wasn't safe, as the Aurors from Congress could arrive at any moment, so Lynn and Fox moved to a different spot.

"Is it really you, Professor Fox?"

Lynn was still in disbelief. He had been suspecting that Fox might have met with some misfortune, but he never expected to see him again.

"Genuine, no doubt about it," Fox said with a smile.

They arrived at a temporarily safe place, and Fox talked to Lynn about his own experiences.

"You were tricked into coming here, and that's largely because of me."

I was in the United States when I received your letter in June. At that time, I met an American wizard who was traveling with me. He helped me during my time in the United States. He was witty and kind, and we got along quite well.

When I received your letter, I was very interested in the suggestions in it, so I decided to say goodbye to him and go back to England to find you.

But what I didn't expect was that he had ulterior motives for approaching me.

His name was Teres O'Brien, the Director of Magical Security at the Magical Congress of the United States, a position similar to the Director of the Auror Command at the British Ministry of Magic. After learning that I was leaving, he led the Aurors to ambush me.

But I never truly let my guard down completely. Their sneak attack failed, and I escaped from the American Aurors' encirclement.

After that, the Aurors kept hunting me down, but it was relatively easy for me to hide in the United States. I just never had a chance to leave from there.

Until yesterday, when all the Aurors who were hunting me suddenly withdrew, I sensed something was wrong. So I seized the opportunity to capture one of their high-ranking Aurors and used the Soul Reaper's Curse to extract all the information from him.

It turns out they attacked me purely to impersonate me and lure you into their trap. O'Brien approached me in the first place because he already knew about my relationship with you. They set this trap for you.

Although I know the whole story, I have no way of getting information from that Auror's mind about where you were taken.

However, the Aurors are short-handed and are recruiting international mercenary wizards everywhere.

So I simply pretended to be a member of an international team of hired wizards and followed them here.

After hearing Fox's story, Lynn was once again absolutely certain in his heart that he really was an unlucky old man.

Even while traveling, he can encounter this kind of thing.

Fox also told Lynn that there were only a few international mercenary wizard teams left on the island, and the American Aurors seemed to be planning one last attempt against him. If things didn't work out, they wouldn't continue to fight Lynn to the death on the island.

Lynn stroked his chin. There was still one thing he didn't understand. He looked up at Fox and asked.

"Professor, do you know why these American Aurors are willing to pay such a high price to hunt me down?"

Fox looked serious and shook his head.

"I also asked the American Auror whose soul I stole about this, but he didn't know much either. He only knew that it was because a bad prophecy came from the prophecy hall of the American Magical Congress."

(End of this chapter)