Chapter 76: George, Not to Be Underestimated
"Once I learn alchemy, I'll definitely create a magical school bus like this for the mutant school."
At this moment, George couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
In fact, he had always harbored an idea.
That was to reopen the mutant school, but not under the name "Mutant School." Instead, it would be called the "Superhuman Academy."
The era of mutants was long gone, but it had left a significant mark in the historical archives of various organizations.
The students of the school couldn't stay hidden forever. Eventually, they would need to learn to integrate into human society, which meant they couldn't continue living in isolation.
If the mutant school were reopened, it would inevitably evoke memories of the past.
The term "mutant" would make people feel like they were dealing with a different race, and they would eventually be ostracized.
Therefore, it would be better to rename it the "Superhuman Academy." In addition to educating the mutant children, the school could also admit children with superpowers and recruit various superheroes as teachers.
This way, the label of "mutant" would be diluted, and many current and future superheroes could be drawn to their side.
If the school encountered trouble again, George wouldn't even need to step in. The teachers and students could handle it themselves, allowing him to focus on his magical research without being distracted by trivial matters.
Of course, this was just a preliminary idea. Whether it could be implemented and how it would be carried out depended on future developments.
In less than ten minutes, the Knight Bus stopped in front of the Leaky Cauldron.
"Goodbye, Mr. Shunpike."
After greeting the conductor, George grabbed his luggage and got off the bus.
By the time he entered Diagon Alley through the Leaky Cauldron, it was completely dark. Most shops in Diagon Alley had closed, and only a few wizards remained on the streets.
A biting cold wind brushed against his face, hinting at the troubles that might lie ahead.
Walking along the cobblestone path, passing by Potage's Cauldron Shop, Jigger's Apothecary, and Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, George arrived at Knockturn Alley, directly opposite Gringotts, and strode in.
While Diagon Alley was nearly deserted at night, Knockturn Alley was the opposite. Many dark wizards preferred to come here after dark to trade in forbidden items.
This was why George had never ventured out at night before—it was too dangerous.
But now, he wasn't as concerned.
"Isn't this little Dora? Back from school for the holidays?"
Not long after entering Knockturn Alley, a gaunt old wizard blocked George's path, eyeing his luggage with ill intent.
The other dark wizards nearby didn't intervene. Instead, they stopped to watch the scene unfold with amusement.
Many of the dark wizards here knew George, recognizing him as the little slave adopted by old Merton, the potion shop owner.
But now, this "slave" had not only inherited Merton's fortune but was also attending Hogwarts, which naturally left many feeling bitter and jealous. After all, most of them weren't as wealthy as Merton.
However, when Merton had just died, the Aurors had frequently visited the shop, and George rarely ventured out, so they hadn't had a chance to act.
Now, six months had passed, the Aurors were no longer around, and they had run into George at night. There was no reason to let him go unscathed.
Killing him was out of the question. Murdering a Hogwarts student would undoubtedly lead to a manhunt by the entire Ministry of Magic, making it impossible to continue living in the British wizarding world.
But robbing him? That was a different story.
The Aurors wouldn't make a big fuss over a robbery, especially in Knockturn Alley. George would just have to accept his bad luck.
"I think you'd better step aside!"
George swiftly drew his wand and pointed it at the old wizard. At the same time, sharp blades shot out from his sleeve, stopping just inches from the old wizard's neck.
"How is this possible? So fast!"
Feeling the cold, deadly edge of the blade against his neck, the old wizard's face filled with shock. The other wizards nearby also looked on in disbelief.
The Moving Charm wasn't a particularly advanced spell. It was often used in daily life to move objects or in combat to block enemy spells or hurl objects at opponents.
Unlike the Levitation Charm, which made objects float but required manual effort to move them, the Moving Charm allowed direct control over an object's movement.
What shocked everyone wasn't that George knew the Moving Charm but the speed at which he cast it.
There was almost no wand movement or incantation. The blade simply shot to the old wizard's neck, and its speed was so fast that no one could react in time.
This level of mastery over the Moving Charm was nothing short of extraordinary.
Under normal circumstances, an experienced wizard like the old man would have had time to cast a defensive spell or dodge when they saw George's wand movement and heard the incantation.
But George's speed was so fast that the old wizard had no time to react before the blade was at his throat.
If George had wanted to, he could have easily slit the old wizard's throat.
"Little Dora, I didn't mean anything by it. I'll move, I'll move right now!"
The old wizard swallowed hard and slowly stepped aside, making way for George. The other dark wizards, seeing this, didn't dare to intervene.
In the world of dark wizards, strength was everything. If you were weak, everyone would try to take advantage of you. But if you were strong, no one would dare to provoke you.
And if you were powerful enough to offer them benefits, they might even flock to follow you.
With a flick of his wand, George retracted the blade and continued on his way, pulling his suitcase behind him.
As he passed the old wizard, Pigwidgeon, perched on the suitcase, suddenly lashed out with its claws, tearing a large chunk out of the old wizard's robe.
If George hadn't stopped it earlier, the owl would have already clawed the old wizard's head open.
The old wizard stumbled back in panic, falling to the ground, but he didn't dare retaliate against George or Pigwidgeon. He simply used a Repair Charm to fix his torn robe.
"This kid... he's not to be underestimated."
At that moment, George's small figure and his owl left a deep impression on the dark wizards.
At such a young age, he already possessed such magical prowess, and his calm demeanor was striking.
Even the Dark Lord at that age hadn't been this impressive.
"Good. Showing a bit of strength now will keep these guys from causing trouble later."
George pulled his suitcase and soon arrived at the entrance of his potion shop.
What he had used earlier wasn't the Moving Charm. He did know the Moving Charm, but his skill level was average—good enough for moving objects but not for combat.
What he had used was his magnetic control. Drawing his wand had merely been a cover.
(End of Chapter)