Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

The five of them ran to Gringotts and made their way to the Potter family's vault during the last hour before they left work.

When the vault doors opened, Hermione finally had a clear understanding of Harry's wealth.

This was a massive sum of money, far exceeding Jimmy's assets. With a single glance, his keen eyes told him that there were at least 600,000 Galleons in the vault, and silver bars and copper ingots were piled up like bricks in the corner, getting moldy.

In the original 1998 book, Harry was wanted by the Ministry of Magic, and the bounty for him and his wand was as high as 200,000. It was not surprising that there were hundreds of thousands of Galleon Jimmy in this private vault.

“There are at least 500,000 Galleons here!” Hermione had a good eye and after a moment’s careful observation, she came to a fairly accurate conclusion.

Since he had enough funds, Harry was naturally not stingy. He swiped his finger and said, "I only need to keep 100,000 Galleons. You can have the rest."

In just a few words, the Potter family's decades of accumulation vanished.

Faced with such a generous benefactor, Jimmy couldn't be stingy and immediately promised Harry a big reward: "The Round Table will be a better place in the wizarding world because of your help!"

Then he quickly took out the Unmarkable Expansion Spell Box and put the money in it, and the beautiful clinking sound of gold coins immediately filled the air.

To be worthy of Harry's investment, Hermione earnestly assured him, "I will oversee the flow of every penny, and it will be used where it's needed. I will compile a report for you every quarter, Harry."

"No need for that trouble, I trust you!"

Although it was his own vault, Harry smiled happily as he saw the mountain of gold coins being emptied.

It would be much happier to let this useless money disappear.

Back at the Raccoon Alchemy Workshop, Jimmy and Hermione produced a huge metal tablet. The tablet was inscribed with the rules of the Round Table Organization beforehand, and at the end was the oath of knighthood.

Harry signed his name on it, and once the name was inscribed, he would be one of the twelve knights of the Round Table until the end of his 20-year term.

Since the Round Table is not a for-profit organization, it does not generate much revenue. Therefore, the biggest benefit Harry can gain is that he has command over most of the territories under the jurisdiction of the Round Table's subordinate organizations.

That evening, to repay his benefactor, Jimmy personally cooked a meal, frying, stir-frying, and boiling—standard Chinese cuisine that left Harry and Hermione completely bewildered.

"I didn't know you could cook. This looks really good... and it smells good too." Hermione sniffed the table full of delicious food, wanting to eat everything, but not knowing where to start.

Harry, too, had a smile on his face almost constantly all day.

Jimmy placed a spoonful of white rice on their plates, then sat down and served them some food. "Try it," he said. "This is a flavor I used to eat often. I don't know if you can get used to it."

“Nothing’s bothering me.” Harry picked up a piece of char siu with his fork and put it in his mouth. The char siu with honey had a sweet and savory flavor.

British food, those who know, know. Anyway, the best thing the two of us had ever eaten was the non-native food at the Hogwarts banquet.

All edible foods taste pretty much the same; after all, a table full of food won't kill you.

After a hearty meal, the leftover scraps were all shoveled together and thrown into the rice bowls of number one and number two.

As the two burly men, hiding in the corner, ate the complex and varied dishes, they suddenly realized that being Jimmy's dog outside was still better than being in Azkaban.

That night, after Harry went back to the Leaky Cauldron to sleep and Hermione went back to her room to rest, the candlelight remained on in the closed shop on the first floor.

Jimmy sat in a chair sipping tea, with Number One and Number Two standing in front of him like timid mice.

With over 500,000 Galleons injected by Harry, the Round Table was already operational, and now he needed more slaves.

"Have you made all the necessary arrangements? Tonight is your first operation, and you know the consequences if you don't do it right."

Beads of sweat appeared on the bald heads of Number One and Number Two, who quickly replied, "We've already made contact."

"Very good, let's begin." Jimmy put down his teacup, waved his hand casually, and the two people in front of him vanished in an instant, like a gust of wind.

After a while, Jimmy also Apparated and disappeared from the shop.

When he reappeared, he was hiding on the rooftop of an apartment building in London.

In the alley below the apartment building, Number One and Number Two, both wearing hoods, were talking to three men in black robes.

Where is the stuff?

"Here it is." Number One took out a bottle of pink potion from his pocket, and with just a slight shake, the three men in black in front of him took a step forward.

Number Two stepped forward, his hand holding the wand hanging slightly, the tip of the wand subtly pointing at the three people in front of him, and asked in a gruff voice, "Where's the money?"

The three men in black opposite them turned and exchanged a few words. The one in the middle asked with a sneer, "How do we know if what you have is really the Fountain of Drowned Mother? As far as I know, Jimmy Blaine is still alive and well in Diagon Alley."

"This is from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illnesses." Number One sneered, "We took a huge risk to get this. Ten thousand Galleons. If you don't want it, I'll sell it to someone else."

Upon hearing the price, the three men in black exchanged furtive glances. What could they do if they wanted the goods but didn't want to pay?

A man in black, his arm hidden in his black robe, trembled slightly as he cast an anti-apparition spell.

"Let's do it!"

Chapter 189 Entrapment

Number One added another layer of anti-Apparition spells, while Number Two's spell struck the wall of the alley.

The pre-set trap was triggered instantly, and the walls on both sides of the alley slammed shut with a bang, squeezing the three dark wizards into a ball.

Fortunately, they had anticipated this, and the three people opposite them only suffered broken bones and internal bleeding, but they were not dead.

Number One and Number Two immediately stepped forward, confiscated the three men's wands, and poured healing potions into their mouths.

This is the first fish of the day. After catching the three of them, Jimmy took them straight to the roof.

After administering truth serum to them and extracting their crimes, Jimmy quickly applied small tattoos to the three dark wizards. "Alright, you did a pretty good job."

This deal was originally a one-on-one transaction, but they also had a contingency plan for one-to-many transactions. They took in three black slaves at once, and tonight they got off to a great start!

Number One and Number Two bowed and scraped, looking like traitors, and said with obsequious smiles, "It's all thanks to your meticulous planning, Boss!"

During the day, the two of them would spread messages in the alley to the black wizards who had people in their hands, arranging a meeting place.

The reasons were all different: some were lured by the promise of a "mother's drowning spring," some were tricked by the promise of a big business deal, and some were told they would get their money back.

Those dark wizards certainly won't all stay in the places with traps; Number One and Number Two are only responsible for drawing fire.

They would capture a group of people and take them in, then lead these newly captured individuals to ambush the next location.

Tonight's goal is to capture at least 10 black slaves!

The three men convulsing on the ground were completely naked, their bodies covered in dense tattoos that contorted their expressions in pain.

Jimmy stood up and kicked the three men, saying, "You have thirty seconds to get dressed and stand in front of me to receive my orders."

"Dream on!" one of them, though tortured to the point of near death, was still very defiant.

When Number One and Number Two saw that someone else was just as unlucky as they were, they couldn't hide their gloating laughter.

The most foolish form of enslavement is the complete erasure of the mind; the most successful form of enslavement is making them unaware that they are being enslaved.

These black slaves are somewhere in between. Jimmy not only wants them to realize that they are enslaved, but also wants them to fight for a limited number of bones, and even look forward to when they will die at the hands of other black wizards.

Voldemort has many henchmen, at least several thousand worldwide. The Round Table needs more people to fight against those lurking Death Eaters.

"Tsk tsk tsk~!" Jimmy shook his head, looked at the other two who hadn't spoken, and asked, "What about you guys?"

The other two bones weren't as strong. Seeing that Jimmy had managed to get up despite his weakened state, they rummaged through his pockets and found a new black robe to put on.

They had already experienced the horror of this enslavement magic when they got the tattoos; it was a terrifying punishment that even Dementors could not compare to.

Moreover, they could not possibly have any thoughts of suicide or disobeying Jimmy Blaine's decree. Even if they had the thought of disobeying it, they would suffer terrible pain and torment!

Once the two give in, the pain will quickly disappear.

"From now on, I don't care what your names were before. Now you are number three, and you are number four."

Jimmy gave the two new names, then looked at Number Five, who was still suffering on the ground, and intensified the torture, saying, "Report to the beech tree on the west side of Isabella Farm before tomorrow morning. You'd better not have any illusions; even I can't break this curse."

After saying that, he glanced at the skull tattoo on the left forearm of Number Five on the ground. The mark that belonged to Voldemort had been stained with black ancient runic symbols.

Jimmy's curse was greater than Voldemort's; he had poached Voldemort's men.

After saying that, Number Five on the ground began to convulse and roll his eyes.

This round of torture will last intermittently for two hours. If he still doesn't give in after two hours, Jimmy will consider him a man of honor and then throw him to the Aurors for a bounty. Anyway, the enslavement magic won't disappear.

"Let's go, to the next place."

Turning around and waving, Jimmy followed Number One and Number Two in a phantom teleportation to the next ambush location.

In one night, a total of five groups of people were met.

One group didn't show up, another group planned to ambush them, and the remaining three groups were successfully captured.

There were more people than Jimmy had imagined. A total of 16 black slaves were captured, all of whom were tattooed. Except for number five, who had the courage to resist, the others did not.

As daylight approached, Number Five finally gave in. He went to the armory of the round table and humbly prostrated himself on the ground, intending to kiss the feet, but was kicked away by Jimmy.

The Round Table now has a total of 18 black slaves, all of whom are black wizards with extensive experience in murder and arson. They vary in age and gender, and the only three witches are old and ugly witches.

The armory was decorated very simply because it was empty. Jimmy's combat manual was not yet finished, and he had no idea what to put there.

At this moment, he was lecturing a group of fierce-looking but dejected dark wizards in front of him.

"Now that you've been captured, you'll have to work hard for the Round Table. When you accumulate enough merit, you can exchange it for vacations, good food, and games. But you won't have freedom; this is the consequence of the crimes you've committed."

Jimmy stood up from his chair, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked among these people, trying to persuade them.

"Don't be too discouraged! Although you have lost your freedom, you have also gained a purpose in life, haven't you? Fighting for the Round Table Organization is your goal."

Even if this isn't their initial goal, it will be in the future.

"I am not as inhuman as Voldemort. I will not deprive you of your room for advancement. I have set five levels: Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, and Diamond."

Bronze members have no special privileges, but Silver members get one day off per year. Gold members get one day off per quarter, and Platinum members get one day off per month.

"But when you get to Diamond, things are amazing! You get one day off every week, and you still get paid! 20 Galleons a month!"

Jimmy's seductive voice sent a chill down everyone's spine, making them look as if their entire family had died.

After finishing the beating, seeing that the effect was about right, Jimmy started the sweet talk, "Number one and number two, step forward!"

Number One and Number Two were stunned for a moment, then took a step forward and walked up to Jimmy. With just one look, the two of them knelt down on the ground with a thud.

Jimmy took out two waist tags from his pocket. The front of the waist tags read "Squad 1" and "Squad 2," while the back read "Servant."

The three characters "仆从军" are in simplified Chinese and have a unique style.

"Now I appoint you as captains of the first and second squads. Go and choose your subordinates, six men per squad."

The squad's mission is to investigate the Burke family's network of relationships. Upon completion of the mission, the squad leader will be rewarded with 1 day of free time and 1 Galleon, while the others will be rewarded with 10 Sickles and 1 hour of free time.

The second squad continues their mission to the Black Wizard, but someone must be killed. Each capture rewards 2 hours of free time and 10 Sickles, with rewards distributed every 10 days. The squad leader receives half of the reward.

Jimmy smiled, his eyes narrowing. "Free time can be accumulated. Once you've saved up enough free time, you'll truly be free!"