Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

Before he could even open his mouth, Ron asked suspiciously, "Could it be Hermione? You two are always together."

This saved Jimmy from having to repeat himself. He nodded readily, "Of course, she's the best."

"Wow!" The people around exclaimed again.

There are so many beautiful girls at school, and Jimmy is so outstanding. If he wanted to choose, no one at school could refuse him... and his Cyber ​​Group.

Jimmy's popularity is comparable to that of the Soothing Shampoo. Normally, no one dares to be the first to like him, but no one expected that he would like Hermione, who has almost no redeeming qualities except for her grades.

Ron was the most bewildered, exclaiming as if he'd heard earth-shattering news, "Merlin! It's really true! What's so great about Hermione? She... she's like a miniature Professor McGonagall!"

Who would like a teacher who assigns them a ton of homework?

No way?

Even Simo was shocked and blurted out, "I've never understood how you put up with her. She's even more nagging than my mother."

"Tsk!" Jimmy angrily threw a gummy bear at Ron and Seamus on the head. "Superficial! I'm way past the stage of judging by looks. Hermione is brave, kind, resolute, and decisive—she's good in every way. Never mind, you two definitely wouldn't understand."

Ron covered his forehead and muttered, "Lavender is better; at least she doesn't nag me about my homework."

"Hiss~!"

Jimmy reveled in his sense of being the only one sober in a world of drunks, and disdained to argue with these people.

This conversation about the opposite sex ended when Jimmy found a fire crossbow bolt among his gifts, a present from Lucius Malfoy.

A group of people started shouting and playing with the broom, asking to borrow it.

After Jimmy agreed, George and Fred almost got into a fight over who should use the broom in a Quidditch match.

Chapter 241 Christmas Special Operation

With school closed for a week for Christmas, Jimmy, who has nothing better to do, is hiding in the school and remotely directing an operation against the Burke family.

He's a vengeful man; he hasn't forgotten what the Burke family did to him.

They kept so many black slaves as henchmen and provided them with group training so that they could work better!

The training lasted for two and a half months, and their physical strength is now vastly different from before. Combined with the alchemical cloth armor that Jimmy recently researched using the deduction opportunity, a trained wizard can easily take on two or three Aurors.

The cloth armor is an alchemical protective gear created by Jimmy based on the concept of spell protection. It can detect attacks by the light of the wand.

If someone tries to ambush them, the cloth armor can summon a shield based on the direction of the light flying from the shadows, thus blocking the sixth brother's sneak attack.

To compensate for its shortcomings in close combat, the gauntlets on the cloth armor can also launch projectiles or extend blades at will.

Each slave is also equipped with a pseudo-unlimited ammo explosive gun on their waist. It has almost no recoil, can fire single shots or bursts, and has three different types of ammo.

Explosive grenades, freezing grenades, and smoke grenades.

These are all equipment created by Jimmy based on his ideas while writing the combat manual. They have now been handed over to the black slaves in the armory who understand alchemy for production and secondary development.

On Christmas Eve, the Burke family manor was brightly lit, and soft, seductive music drifted from the buildings.

Inside the spacious and magnificent hall, men and women dressed in formal attire walked gracefully along the edge of the dance floor, socializing with wizards from all over the world.

The Burke family holds a banquet every Christmas Eve to foster relationships and exchange information.

Maintaining a network of connections takes time; connections that don't involve interaction over a long period are useless and unstable, a fact that Karaktakus understood well.

Today at the banquet, he wore a black traditional suit with a dark red scarf around his neck. He always wears a scarf in public, not because he likes it, but simply to cover up the deep wrinkles on his neck.

He was not young. Even though wizards often lived to be over two hundred years old, this certainly did not include Karaktakus himself. The price of youthful indulgence always manifested in old age.

“We need fresh Muggle blood, Mr. Eric. I don’t want any more toxic blood mixed in with the cargo in our next collaboration.”

Before Kalaktakus stood a middle-aged white man with gray hair. His attire was the most Muggle-like among the wizards present, and indeed he was a Muggle.

Eric Lansher wiped the cold sweat from his brow and said, "Let me first toast to Grand Duke Burke! ... Your request is far too large. The only places in this world that can satisfy your demands are America and squid. A mysterious force has disrupted the squid supply, so, in a short time..."

“Enough.” Karaktakus said softly, and Eric Lansher was silenced as if he had been choked. “I don’t want to hear so many reasons. What you need to do is do everything you can to provide us with the goods we want.”

Eric Lansher's expression was bitter. Although working with these oddballs could make him a lot of money, the risks involved were also visibly high.

After reprimanding the somewhat lazy Eric, Karaktakus's expression softened slightly. He understood the principle of moderation and said, "The Burke family understands your difficulties. After the banquet, I will have someone assist you in dealing with the squid issue. Don't disappoint me."

Eric breathed a sigh of relief and was about to offer some words of flattery when suddenly white lights began to flash outside the manor.

All the wizards present looked out the huge floor-to-ceiling window with expressions of surprise.

The protective magic of the Burke family manor has been triggered; someone is attacking the manor!

They were all speculating about who was attacking the Burke family's manor, but no one was worried that the manor would be breached.

Outside the walls are hidden wizard security guards, and the walls are equipped with a large number of protective magic spells. Inside the walls, there are also captive dragons, giant sphinxes, and other magical creatures to intercept them.

The innermost core buildings are still protected by a large amount of protective magic and alchemical equipment. Even if the Ministry of Magic mobilizes all its forces, they will not be able to breach the manor in a short time.

The protective magic on the outer wall has now been triggered, indicating that the wizards in the forest outside the manor have been dispersed.

Many people looked at Old Boke with amusement in their eyes; they were all watching to see Boke's family make a fool of themselves.

Whoever comes from outside proves that the Burke family's position in England has been shaken, and someone is challenging the Burke family's rule.

"Could it be the Round Table that appeared recently? Those people are the most fearless, and they've been inquiring about the Burke family."

Well-informed wizards began sharing the information with people they knew.

Few people knew about the origins of the Round Table, and those who did didn't pay much attention to it; a group of low-level dark wizards fighting to the death didn't bother them at all.

In other words, the actions of the Round Table only attracted the attention of various forces when a member of the Burke family assassin was mistaken for an ordinary dark wizard and more and more wizards were captured, creating a climate of fear among everyone.

A brief investigation later revealed that Roundtable was a newly established intermediary platform specializing in smuggling and intelligence trading.

In the UK, this business has always been controlled by the Burke family and several other pure-blood families. Even though the Round Table is a semi-public platform with excellent service and clear rules, no one pays them any attention.

Very few people actually register as members at the Round Table; even if they do, they're mostly just a few spies.

At first, some people tried to capture the wizards of the Round Table and interrogate them for information, but when they actually captured one, they discovered that the wizards of the Round Table were covered in tattoos all over their bodies, and that they were dangerous individuals whose souls were imprisoned.

These people are like madmen covered in shit, even more insane than Voldemort's Death Eaters. Nobody wants to cause trouble for themselves; the Burke family and their interest groups are the ones who should be taken seriously.

At that moment, a wizard in tattered clothes burst into the banquet hall, stumbled to Karaktakus, and whispered a few words.

Karaktakus listened without changing his expression. He then called out to the people around him, "Gentlemen, please allow me to leave for a moment."

Without waiting for a response, he walked directly to the corridor on one side and then Apparated away from where he stood.

The Burker family manor has an anti-Apparition charm, and the only one who can Apparate is Karaktakus.

When Karaktakus reappeared, he was behind the metal gate of the manor.

Outside the metal gate with its intricate carvings, two groups of wizards were engaged in battle.

Karaktakus immediately recognized the attacker; he couldn't mistake the conspicuous tattoo on the neck—it was indeed one of the Round Table members.

There were twelve Round Table Wizards outside the door, each dressed in a strange outfit, holding a wand in their right hand and a pistol in their left.

Chapter 242 Blitzkrieg Bock

"A gun?" Karaktakus recognized the gun. The two Muggle World Wars had proven the power of this weapon to wizards, and he wouldn't underestimate it.

After all, that's a weapon that Muggles use to efficiently slaughter lives, and it poses a great threat even to wizards.

After all, not everyone can learn the Ironclad Spell, and not everyone can stay vigilant at all times.

Da da da!

The Round Table wizards, dressed in strange cloth and leather armor, wielded wands and pistols, firing bursts of bullets between spells, driving the manor's security guards into retreat.

Karaktakus hid behind the iron gate; the manor's protective magic prevented outsiders from seeing what was inside.

He drew his wand and fired a firework into the sky.

Upon receiving the signal, the wizards on duty around the manor immediately dispatched some of them to the front gate.

The Round Table wizards outside the door hadn't noticed the people gathering inside. They were still focused on fighting the wizards outside. Their skills, which they had learned from the combat manual, were not yet very proficient, and sometimes they would even forget that they were holding guns in their left hands.

However, soon, the number of shields summoned by the cloth armor increased, and as the battle progressed, they were quickly mastering the skills of using spells and pistols in coordinated combat.

He fired his pistol in quick bursts, moved nimbly on his feet, and attacked with spells whenever he spotted an opening in the enemy's defenses.

The faint sound of gunfire rang out, and several Burke family wizards had already been shot down.

These gun-wielding Round Table wizards possessed overwhelming combat power compared to traditional wizards. Their magical skills were not necessarily superior to those of the Burke family wizards, but they attacked more frequently and focused more on combat.

These people were experts at taking cover and sniping from behind bunkers. In just a few minutes, only six of the Burke family wizards were dead, while none of the Round Table wizards died.

The six men didn't die simply because they knew the Ironclad Charm and also learned from the other side to use the Transfiguration Charm to create cover and hide behind it.

Avada Kedavra!

At that moment, dozens of green lights flew out from behind the iron gate. The Burke family wizards, who had been hiding behind the protective magic, filed out from the small door under the iron gate and immediately used a barrage of killing curses to force the black slaves back into their shelter.

An orange orb of light condensed at the tip of one of the wizards' wands. The orb traced a parabola and landed on the Round Table Wizards' cover, where it exploded and instantly engulfed the cover.

Several people were thrown into the air by the shockwave of the explosion, and immediately more than a dozen green beams shot towards the Round Table wizards who had lost their cover.

The still-intact cloth armor was playing its final role, with countless shields appearing out of thin air to block the green light.

The green light struck the shield, instantly corroding it into a pool of pus.

"There are too many of them on the other side, retreat!" The retreat horn sounded from the wizards' group at the round table. Jimmy's black slaves immediately switched their pistols to smoke grenades and opened fire on the ground and the enemy in front of them.

The toxic, dark green smoke exploded inside each warhead, gathering and forming a wall of mist that blocked the pursuing Burke family wizards.

Unbeknownst to them, alchemical bombs were rapidly approaching the Burke family wizards under the cover of smoke. By the time these alchemical bombs were discovered, it was too late to hide.

Boom boom boom!

The continuous, intense explosions instantly overturned the area around the iron gate, shattering the limbs of many wizards and damaging their internal organs, leaving them lying on the ground groaning in agony.

As the smoke cleared, Karaktakus looked at the scene outside the door, lost in thought.

These people's fighting style is nothing like that of wizards; it's clearly something they learned from Muggles. Are there Muggles behind the round table? Or perhaps Muggle wizards?

When the smoke cleared, the wizards at the round table were nowhere to be seen; only bloodstains and remains proved they had been there.

The surviving Burke family wizards released a signal into the sky, and upon seeing the signal, healers immediately flew out of the manor on broomsticks to rescue the injured wizards at the gate.

Wizards have incredibly strong vitality; broken arms and legs are not serious injuries to them, and even ruptured internal organs can be restored to mobility after taking a potion and restoring them for a short time.

Despite the fierce fighting just now, only 8 people actually died. They were all surrounded and isolated, and were killed by sneak attacks.