Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

"Number 14 said it was a curse?" Greymarques lowered his head.

"Number 14?" Jimmy recalled the dark wizards he had marked, and remembered who Number 14 was. She seemed to be a very old witch. "Is she familiar with curses?"

Gremarques said respectfully, "I understand that there is such research, and I have recorded their expertise and assigned it to various departments."

"That's right, the right people in the right positions can accomplish great things."

Jimmy nodded in satisfaction; he liked employees who had initiative.

"By the way, how many of the potion recipes I sent you the other day have you brewed? Have you started training with them yet?"

Chapter 220 Current Status of the Armory

Knowing that Jimmy was referring to the group of members, Greg Marquez immediately replied, "More than six hundred bottles have already been produced and are being tested among the numbered members."

"You should use it too. It will give you the same magic resistance as magical creatures. This can be distributed as a reward for employees. You can decide the specific amount."

That's all for this topic. Jimmy's purpose this morning was still about the Burke family and the future development of the Round Table.

Bringing down the Burke family won't be easy. The only tricky part is the Burke family's network of connections. If the Burke family is willing to pay the price, it would be easy for them to invite wizards from other countries to wipe out the Round Table.

He can't use all the wealth he's just accumulated on the Burke family. He needs to let the snowball roll, and once it's big enough, the Burke family will naturally be crushed beneath it.

"For our Roundtable to develop, we must uphold an open and inclusive attitude. We welcome any wizard or fairy who wants to come to the Roundtable to make a living."

The great Grand Knight Commander Jimmy stood up and delivered important guidance, proposing a development strategy that prioritizes sustainable development, fairness, justice, and order.

The roundtable members humbly learned and listened attentively, and finally determined the initial development plan for the roundtable over the next year.

First, establish mainland bar branches in France, Germany, the United States, Romania, Norway, and other places, actively collect intelligence, and act as intermediaries to purchase local raw materials.

Second, transform human resources into resources, actively crack down on local black witch doctors, restore a bright and clear world for the local residents, and then mark the captured black witch doctors as slaves to serve the Round Table.

Third, actively recruit external personnel without paying them salaries, but they can acquire or sell some resources through the Roundtable system.

After the three-step strategy is completed, high-quality development will follow.

The problem we need to solve now is to start from scratch. We need to seize the market with low prices first, and then expand our territory by taking advantage of our growing size.

With Harry's investment of hundreds of thousands of Galleons, plus the funds from the Cyber ​​Group and the labor of enslaved people, a year of low-price strategy will not bring down the Round Table.

Some companies can still survive even if they lose billions of dollars every year. If they really don't have money, they can just find someone to raise funds!

The purpose of giving the slaves Bolong wasn't to make them bodybuilders; it was to empower them to seek financing from purebreds or large families and merchants.

"Alright, Langdon, tell me how many vicious dark wizards you've caught so far?"

Langdon stood up excitedly. Jimmy had finally called on him, and he immediately replied, "Squad One and Squad Two have captured a total of sixty-three vicious black wizards. They have all been interrogated with truth serum and are now being held in the armory's training grounds."

"Alright, let's go." Jimmy leaned on the table and stood up, ready to turn all sixty-three newly captured dark wizards into slaves!

Several people present stood up, but they were unsure whether to follow or not.

After glancing at the group of people in charge, Jimmy said meaningfully, "Let's go take a look together."

Greymarx and his group could only tell from the tattoos on the bodies of those dark wizards that Jimmy might have used some unorthodox methods, but they had no idea what the specific effects of those methods were.

Now that they have a chance to clear up their doubts, how could they resist going to watch?

In the end, they were just a group of young people with an average age of twenty, which was not enough to suppress their restless curiosity.

Through the inside of the round table, the station's one-time door key leads to the armory.

Led by Langdon, the group walked through the deserted hall and into the bustling basement.

Jimmy distributed the Potion of Bronze as ordered, and the dark wizards made good use of it. In fact, they had high requirements for power, so how could they not cherish a potion that could increase their survival ability?

Even the old witches, undeterred by their muscles, practiced drawing and waving their wands quickly, their bodies bound with weights.

The male wizards even took off their upper clothes and groaned as they worked out, showing off their muscles in front of the mirror.

"Cough cough!"

Jimmy walked into the training field and immediately cleared his throat.

The soft cough sounded like a bell ringing in someone's ear, and all the tattooed black wizards in the room stopped training and looked involuntarily toward the door.

Upon seeing Jimmy's gentle smile, they were all taken aback and dropped everything to stand in front of him, shouting in unison, "Hello, boss!"

"We are now a legitimate underground organization. From now on, use my title and call me Knight Commander."

Jimmy stood with his hands behind his back, adopting the posture of a high-ranking leader inspecting lower-level employees. After scanning the area for a moment, he asked with a puzzled look, "Where are the others?"

The number of people in the dark wizard group doesn't match up; several are missing.

The two men standing in the front row spoke up in unison, "Report!"

The voice startled Jimmy, and he tilted his head. "Speak."

Number One replied respectfully, "Numbers Nine, Eleven, and Thirteen of the squad were killed in action during several operations!"

Number Two followed suit, saying, "Number Eighteen also died in the operation."

"Replenish the ranks, and every now and then go out and bring back some people." Jimmy casually assigned them a high-risk mission.

Their frequent arrests had already alerted the dark wizards in the underworld. Now, arresting people was much more difficult than before. When the dark wizards present heard that they were going to arrest someone, they all looked as if their entire families had died.

Jimmy ignored these people and led the Round Table executives to the other side of the area where the other dark wizards were being held.

Dark wizards have no human rights; these confirmed guilty dark wizards were all bound hand and foot and left on the ground.

A feeding trough and a water trough are placed in the middle of the area. If they are hungry or thirsty, they can go over and bury their heads in the feeding trough to eat and drink.

La and Sa both took care of themselves on the spot, and then cleaned up with magic afterwards. Those who arrived earliest had been imprisoned for a month and had been driven insane.

Even without being labeled as slaves, most of the people inside would willingly become dogs to avoid such torture.

Jimmy pushed open the makeshift door and didn't feel much when he saw the scene inside.

How could he be evil? It was clearly these dark wizards who committed the crimes first, and those they killed didn't even have the chance to be imprisoned.

The cadres following Jimmy were already used to it; they had seen these imprisoned black wizards before.

Hey!

As soon as Jimmy snapped his fingers, the numbered prisoners standing in a square formation behind him immediately rushed into the area like dogs on a mealtime command, punching and kicking, while the prisoners cried and screamed as they got up.

After untying the ropes binding these men's legs, the serial numbered men cleaned up the prisoners and lined them up in front of Jimmy.

"Feed him the truth serum," Jimmy said casually, and Number One immediately shoved his finger, which was covered in the truth serum, into the mouth of the first wizard.

The wizard gagged, and before Jimmy could ask any questions, the wizard, who did not want to suffer any more torture, began to confess his crimes.

Chapter 221 Clumsy Eyeliner

The crime was established. Jimmy took out ink and, with a wave of his hand, shredded all of the wizard's clothes. Black lines were quickly injected into the wizard's body along with the ink.

The sorcerer immediately let out a terrifying wail, like a prisoner suffering a terrible punishment, thrashing about on the ground like a fish that has been brought ashore.

Jimmy waved his hand, and the muscular Number Two immediately stepped forward, grabbed the wizard, and threw him aside. Then came the next one, and gradually, the wailing filled the armory's training ground.

Whether it was the black wizards who were about to be branded as slaves, or the few cadres like Greymarx, they all felt a fear in their hearts that was even greater than the fear of hearing about the resurrection of the Dark Lord.

In Jimmy's hands, these dark wizards were not human, but livestock waiting to be slaughtered; those serial numbers with gloating expressions were accomplices of the executioner.

Are they injecting pigs or putting quarantine labels on meat?

All sixty-three people, none of them innocent, regardless of gender, had all their body hair removed and were covered with tattoos. They were left aside to get used to it.

"Foolish things, it is your honor to submit to Grand Knight Commander Jimmy Blaine. He is a great leader as warm as the sun, illuminating our path forward. Only under the Grand Knight Commander's guidance can you lost sheep return to the right path!"

Number One and Number Two punched and kicked those who were still not convinced until they were convinced.

Some people may outwardly submit, but inwardly they still resist. Such resistance is wrong!

There are 63 people, and after an hour, nearly half of them are still disobeying orders.

There are only two ways to atone for one's sins with the Grand Knight Commander: one is to submit, and the other is to submit after suffering endless torment.

Those tough nuts to crack will be locked up and put to the test until they soften!

"Let's go, it's time to go back." Jimmy watched with satisfaction as Number One and Number Two taught the new recruits the meaning of benevolence. Calculating the time, it was almost time to go back for lunch. As he turned around, he patted Gray Marx and a few other officers, and said with a smile, "Let's go. It's just making use of waste, no need to be nervous. Here, wipe your sweat."

Greymarques took the tissue and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. After taking a deep breath to calm himself, he said, "I understand. The Knight Commander is right. It's just making use of waste..."

He kept giving the others meaningful glances, and Langdon was the first to react, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yes, yes, yes! A bunch of dark wizards, they deserve to die!"

Today has truly opened their eyes; even the warm and gentle Grand Knight Commander can show his explosive side when facing the evil Black Wizard.

How fortunate it is to have a leader who shows kindness to his own people and ordinary folks, but cruelty to dark wizards and enemies!

Langdon understood. He vaguely guessed why Jimmy had brought them to see the scene of slave marking—he wanted them to learn the essence of it.

Being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to your own people!

A group of evil black slaves, I actually felt sorry for them just now, which is really wrong of me!

Amidst the chorus of congratulations from all sides, Jimmy quickly returned to the Mainland Bar.

When they returned to the meeting room, Hermione, having reviewed the recent minutes, was already sitting upright to the right of the head of the table, with the strategic development plan from the previous meeting minutes laid out in front of her.

"Now that you're back, I have a few things to say."

Hermione, who firmly believes in fairness and justice, is perfectly suited for the position of Chief Inquisitor. However, because she is too focused on truth, goodness, and beauty, she sets some inflexible moral standards for the actions of the Round Table.

For example, actions should not affect ordinary people as much as possible, and compensation must be given for any damage caused. Those who are wrongfully arrested should also be compensated with Galon.

In addition, there are some guidelines for internal employee behavior management, such as a system of punishment for leaks and a law of punishment for betrayal, with the punishment based on the extent of the damage caused, and the maximum penalty being lifelong slavery.

No one disagreed with this point; the rules are constantly being developed and improved.

Hermione reviewed the files and accounts but found nothing unusual, and she was fairly certain of the achievements the Roundtable had made during its month-long trial run.

The Round Table cracked three ongoing crimes, successfully arrested 63 vicious black wizards, and uncovered information about the Burke family, the largest criminal organization in the British wizarding world.

The Burke family is like a low-profile Rothschild, a secret force in the wizarding world that cannot be ignored.

Hermione is now full of fighting spirit. After seeing the Burke family's donation network, she no longer expects the Ministry of Magic to bring them to justice. Now she just hopes that one day the Round Table can bring down the Burke family.

That's all for today. Let's go downstairs and have lunch.

After about half an hour, all the agenda items were completed, and Jimmy rose from his seat at the head of the table to adjourn the meeting.

The officers, who had been listening intently to the Grand Knight Commander's speech, breathed a sigh of relief and immediately went to arrange the food with smiles on their faces.