Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

Similar to the casualties on the Burke family's side, the First Squad, which attacked the Burke family manor, and the newly formed Fourth Squad also only lost two unlucky guys. The injured wizard went to the clinic and rested for half an hour before recovering.

The attack on the Burke estate was merely a feint; more people were scattered throughout Britain, robbing the rich to help the poor at the Burke strongholds in Knockturn Lane, the forest, and the harbor.

Avada Kedavra!

"Thunderous explosion!"

"Fragmented..."

The sounds of explosions and spells disturbed the peace of the entire street. The Aurors were all gathered at the various entrances and exits of Knockturn Alley, none of them wanting to enter the rugged and complex terrain of Knockturn Alley to fight those dark wizards.

A chilling incantation, seemingly capable of devouring a person alive, emanated from within. This deadly curse, brimming with murderous intent, could undoubtedly claim the life of any careless Auror.

The terrifying spell awakened the Aurors' beautiful imagination of life. No one wanted to face a group of bloodthirsty dark wizards, especially since Knockturn Alley was a no-man's-land anyway.

Whoosh!

A booming sound of apparition echoed through the air, and a man with lion-like hair appeared.

What's the situation inside?

Rufus Scrimgeour, the current Auror office director, arrived late.

The man's stern voice seemed to have a calming effect, stabilizing the fluctuating emotions in the room as soon as he appeared.

The Auror Prout on duty smiled helplessly. "There are many dark wizards inside, no less than fifty. We are trying our best to prevent the situation from spreading to Diagon Alley."

They make it sound nice, but they're just too scared to go in.

Rufus Scrimgeour drew his wand and charged into the narrow alley, shouting, "Everyone, follow me!"

Prout could choose not to rush in, but he couldn't.

He was the head of Oro's office, and he bore the greatest responsibility for any incidents within his jurisdiction. The Quidditch World Cup was in a few months, and the British wizarding community absolutely could not afford any mishaps during the event's preparation.

Any chaos must be contained as quickly as possible and cannot be allowed to continue into the Quidditch World Cup match.

With the intervention of the Ministry of Magic, the Burke family and the wizards of the Round Table quickly and tacitly began to unravel their entangled relationship.

The combat-savvy Number Two led the remaining 23 slaves in a retreat along the pre-planned route. When they passed the Borginborough store, he frantically threw alchemical bombs into the store and unleashed Fiendish Flame and Killing Curse on the burning shop.

This was Jimmy's order. Things damaged by Fiendfire and the Killing Curse couldn't be repaired with Restoration Charms. Even if they couldn't steal much, they still wanted to take a big bite out of the Burker family.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The Ministry of Magic is going to host the Quidditch World Cup, a blitzkrieg against the Burke family. For at least six months, the Burke family will not be able to retaliate against the Round Table in a high-profile manner.

The Ministry of Magic needs to maintain a semblance of peace. As long as the Round Table doesn't continue to cause trouble, the pressure will fall on the Burke family.

Jimmy's Round Table could also disappear from public view by posing as an employee of the Cyber ​​Corporation and working as a construction worker at the Quidditch World Cup.

He also considered other potential sources of retaliation, and both his shop and the families of his friends were basically protected.

The Christmas raids were merely a belated return gift.

I fell down today.

Around noon, I slipped and fell on the wet stairs. I think half of my foot was on the edge of the smooth step, and my foot slipped instantly. My body was thrown into the air and fell hard onto the stairs in a sitting position.

The impact of my tailbone hitting the hard marble slab caused excruciating pain that made my body constrict. I couldn't breathe for nearly 30 seconds, my face turned red, and I had to use all my strength to relax the muscles that were compressed together. I had to scream to breathe.

My butt still hurts. I managed to write one chapter while sitting in a chair, but I can't take it anymore. I need to lie down and rest for a while.

Chapter 243 Hermione's Training

After the operation concluded, the Round Table's stronghold was temporarily closed, and a large amount of Galleons flooded the market. These ill-gotten gains, which couldn't be accounted for in the Book of Gold, were absorbed internally by the Round Table.

The Round Table used the money to purchase a large amount of magical materials for improving equipment and brewing potions.

Karaktakus's expression turned grim after receiving the report of the attack on the stronghold. He spent a sum of money to bribe officials in the Ministry of Magic, hoping to use the power of both the legitimate and criminal worlds to wipe out the Round Table.

Cornelius Fudge agreed, but after organizing a raid on the Continental Bar and finding it deserted, the Ministry of Magic abandoned its plan to capture the Round Table members.

The Round Table left a message in a mainland bar explaining that this action was a reciprocal retaliation against the Burke family, and that they would continue to act if the Burke family dared to provoke them again.

This message immediately silenced the Ministry of Magic. They knew how difficult it was to capture dark wizards, especially a group of enslaved madmen.

Voldemort would only leave a single Dark Mark, while the madmen at the Round Table were covered in tattoos.

The Ministry of Magic can't even catch all the Death Eaters, so why would it want to catch the Round Table, which now seems to have some sense of reason?

If the Round Table can't be caught, then the only option is to hold the Burke family's heads down.

The bottom line is that nothing can happen to the British wizarding community before the Quidditch World Cup ends.

Karaktakus was not satisfied with the result. He tried to send his own men to investigate, but after losing more than a dozen men, he could only reconsider.

The assets of the outpost were transferred regularly, and although the losses at Christmas were significant, the Burke family could still afford them.

Karaktakus had already guessed who orchestrated this operation and who established the Round Table.

There is only one possibility: Jimmy Blaine.

Although it's hard to believe, this is the truth after eliminating all the impossibilities.

Jimmy is a Muggle wizard who also owns several shops, earns a fortune from wealthy ladies, and is very clever.

He must have guessed who had placed the bounty on the black market, bided his time, and finally took revenge on the Burke family in his own way at Christmas.

After Kalaktakus came to these conclusions, he naturally couldn't let it go. Jimmy and his Round Table's actions were a huge provocation against the Burke family.

This is also a challenge to the market rules set by the Burke family. If they cannot respond strongly, the Round Table may indeed take over the Burke family's market share in the future.

Unfortunately, the Quidditch World Cup is a major event that all wizards in Britain look forward to. If something unexpected happens during this time, the Ministry of Magic will have to find a scapegoat under public pressure.

Regardless of the outcome, Cornelius Fudge and those jackals in the Ministry of Magic will certainly want to extort money from the Burke family.

But those eyes lurking in the shadows wouldn't allow him to postpone his revenge for months...

On the third day of the Christmas holiday, after resting for two days and finishing up all the things that needed to be done, Jimmy finally had some rare free time, and he also had time to teach Hermione how to fight.

In order to increase your chances of winning in battle, in addition to equipment and skills, a healthy body is also essential.

Therefore, Jimmy specially prepared a special "Love Group Bolong" drink for Hermione. She drinks one bottle every day after training, and she can get a healthy physique in a month.

Women with a moderate amount of muscle are far more attractive than those who are pale, thin, and frail. Moreover, muscles are soft when not in use, and they definitely feel better to the touch than skin and bones.

Since she was taking medication, Hermione didn't need to exercise for too long; about three hours a day was enough.

The three hours here include three parts: warm-up, formal training, and post-training stretching.

There's an old saying that "the poor study literature, the rich practice martial arts," because physical training is so expensive and time-consuming that only those with money and leisure can afford it.

Today is Hermione's first training session, held in the Room of Requirement, which has been transformed into a spacious gym.

There are some basic facilities inside, such as parallel bars and horizontal bars, and chairs. Of course, a bathroom is also essential.

Hermione, who was getting ready to exercise, changed into a loose T-shirt and capri pants and was painfully stretching before her workout with Jimmy's help.

The endurance training portion was replaced with learning dodging techniques. After stretching, Hermione tied her hair up and began learning the essentials of flapping and rolling on the hard ground.

There are techniques to rolling in actual combat. You must roll fast and well, and you must also have a point of leverage after rolling so that you can quickly connect to the second action.

She rolled around the hall like a wheel a dozen times, and a dizzy Hermione swayed and fell onto Jimmy. She had no strength left, her head was spinning, and she looked like she was about to vomit.

Jimmy, holding Hermione and smelling her sweat, asked with a grin, "How are you feeling? Can you stand up and cast a spell?"

"I can do it!" Hermione said defiantly, supporting herself on his shoulders as she stood up.

She drew her wand and aimed it at the target in the distance. The more she tried to stabilize herself, the more a rotating force pulled her center of gravity in one direction.

call out!

The red light of the Disarming Charm flew from the tip of Hermione's staff, targeting Jimmy.

Jimmy raised his hand and gently slapped the spell away, then helped Hermione lie down on the ground to rest. "Let's continue later. Next time, we'll have the Room of Requirement create various terrains. I'll attack you, and you'll dodge. That way, it won't be so tiring to practice."

Hermione, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, gave a soft "hmm." She looked up at Jimmy blankly, her mind unable to process much due to the dizziness.

Hermione's mind was filled with feelings of peace, liking, and ease. Pink hearts were practically popping out of her eyes. Her body temperature was rising rapidly, and she could hear nothing but Jimmy's breathing.

This is a closed space. Jimmy had told her the rules: the Room of Requirement will not reopen when someone uses it, meaning that there will always only be the two of them here.

Hermione recalled the memory of Jimmy placing a slug in her hand during Potions class when she was in first grade, and the times he would try to cheer her up when she was sad.

The excessive silence allowed these memories to flood back like a tide.

She couldn't help but prop herself up, pounce on Jimmy, and snuggle against his chest, whimpering and nuzzling him.

Jimmy was a little confused, but he liked the feeling. He raised his hand and ran his fingertips through Hermione's hair, gently scratching it, and laughed, "You look like a little kitten right now."

"Hmph..." Hermione continued to hum twice, the last vestiges of shame preventing her from expressing her feelings aloud.

After lingering for a while, Hermione returned to training when the break ended.

The second half focused on flexibility training, involving various stretches and challenging physical movements, leaving my body aching all over.

Jimmy had specially learned massage techniques to help Hermione stretch various parts of her body. After one round of massage, the temperature in the room rose a few degrees.

Chapter 244 Fitness Club

After showering in the training ground's bathroom, the two dizzy people walked out of the Room of Requirement. As they went downstairs, they saw a large crowd gathered in front of Hagrid's hut from afar through the window.

With some time before the official mealtime, the two, out of curiosity, headed towards Hagrid's cabin.

Even from twenty or thirty meters away, Jimmy and Hermione could hear a lot of people jeering.

Even though it's December, the coldest month of the year, the area in front of Hagrid's cabin is as warm and inviting as an oven.

Jimmy and Hermione squeezed into the crowd and saw a group of shirtless people training together on the field.

They also saw Simo, whose body was flushed, doing pull-ups in the crowd, but Hagrid was nowhere to be seen.

Scattered on the ground were potion bottles painted with dragon patterns; these were all bottles from the group of dragons, their grunting and straining sounds filling the air with an atmosphere of hormones.

Among the young wizards watching were many girls. They gathered in groups of three or five, pointing and commenting on the students who were training, and occasionally letting out clear, bell-like laughter.

When the supplements at the Dragon Gym went on sale for Christmas, it wasn't surprising that Simo and some of the smaller students bought Jimmy's. What surprised him was that these people were drinking Dragon's like water.

Drinking too much of any potion is bad for you. Luckily, what's being sold is a weakened version of Qunboron. If it were the original, an ordinary wizard would definitely grow crooked muscles if he drank a bottle of Qunboron every day.

"Hey Jimmy, look here!"

Jimmy heard someone calling him and looked in the direction of the sound. A white light flashed before his eyes.