Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

"I've stolen these jammers back according to your instructions. Take them and use them. During the next operation, with these jammers providing protection, we won't be caught so easily. →Read"

Aselia spoke, piling the jammers in front of him.

The mysterious wizard glanced at the jammers with considerable disdain.

"I'm not interested in these alchemical creations. Over-reliance on alchemical items will only affect one's resolve. I advise you to use them less as well. Like the boots you brought back last time, although they can temporarily increase your speed, that's not your own true power. Don't be tempted and lose yourself in them."

"What do you mean? You asked me to steal these jammers, and now that I've stolen them, you're not going to use them? What if we get caught by the Ministry of Magic again next time? You can't put your stubbornness above the club!"

Aselia found Thunderbird to be somewhat unreasonable. And if you look down on alchemical items so much, why are you wearing a mask? Why don't you just throw the mask away?

"I won't use them myself, but that doesn't mean I won't give them to those who cooperate with the club. Keep this trash for now. I'll come again before the next operation to pick them up." The mysterious wizard's voice rumbled, echoing through Aselia's house.

Calling them trash every other word, I wonder who the real trash is!

Aselia's disgust for the wizard in front of her was almost tangible, especially when he so disdainfully dismissed the spoils she had spent an entire night acquiring.

She really regretted joining such an organization. She hadn't met a single normal person here, just a bunch of fossilized old fogies.

Ah, if it weren't for… how could I have fallen into such a quagmire? Aselia cursed inwardly, but on the surface, she had to obey Thunderbird.

"I can't stand you breaking into my house again and again. If it's really necessary, just store these jammers in your safe house first. Besides, when I'm operating in the Ministry of Magic, I can't look after my home." Aselia was very annoyed by others casually entering her private space.

"Heh, you have no right to negotiate." Thunderbird completely ignored her protest. "What you need to do is complete the tasks I assign you. Who knows if these alchemist-made trash items will suddenly malfunction? What if they destroy my safe house?"

Then you're not worried about it destroying my house? Aselia thought resentfully. →

But she knew she couldn't persuade this arrogant guy, so she just snorted coldly to show her dissatisfaction.

"By the way," Thunderbird glanced at the props in front of him, then looked up at Aselia. "That Silver Spark company you mentioned, its boss is that young alchemist, right? I remember you mentioned it before."

"That's right, his name is Anduin Wilson. Although he's young, his products have been recognized by the Ministry of Magic. All kinds of alchemical equipment have strong functions, and because of him, the overall strength of the Ministry of Magic has greatly increased."

Aselia couldn't help but recall her encounter tonight. In addition to alchemical equipment, Anduin's ridiculously strong protective gear also left a deep impression on her.

"Those wastes who only know how to rely on external objects won't become strong no matter what." Thunderbird snorted with considerable disdain. "But these alchemical equipment are a bit troublesome. Although we've managed to get some, if they continue to exist, they will definitely interfere with future operations."

"What do you want to do?" Aselia heard the hidden meaning in his words and couldn't help but ask.

"This alchemist, that is, Anduin, can you find a way to get rid of him? It's not a good thing that he's always causing trouble for us." When Thunderbird said this, his tone was full of coldness and ruthlessness.

"What?" Aselia even suspected that she had misheard. "He's just an underage wizard. You're going to attack a child? And now his equipment is already supplied to the Ministry of Magic. What good will it do even if you kill him?"

"Precisely because he's young!" Thunderbird's voice became even more stern. "He can independently develop so much alchemical equipment at such a young age. His talent must be extraordinary. If we leave him alone and let him continue to cooperate with the British Ministry of Magic, how can that be allowed?"

"Don't forget, the island of Ireland is a very important part of the club's business. We're not here to play around. In the future, we will build this place into an important transit station for the club."

"As for those existing items, it's simple. Find opportunities to destroy them when you encounter Aurors. Anyway, the most troublesome thing is those jammers, and these so-called alchemical items actually have an expiration date, right? That's why I look down on this trash. Relying on temporary things will only make people lose their self-judgment. When the equipment gradually fails, they will become even worse than before."

Listening to Thunderbird's emotionless words, Aselia only felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. Are these people allowed to trample on other people's lives for their own benefit?

"I advise you to give up on that idea. I forgot to tell you before, that Anduin is not only a highly talented alchemist, but also a combat hero awarded by the Ministry of Magic. His strength is not weak. Don't let yourself be caught in a trap." Although Aselia knew that such a title was unlikely to scare him, she couldn't help but shout.

"Hahahaha!"

Thunderbird laughed loudly after hearing Aselia's words, as if he had heard something pleasing.

"Com, com, bat he, ro." Thunderbird seemed to be choked by his own laughter, repeating these words with a stuck throat.

After he finished speaking, he seemed to be amused by these words again, and laughed again.

"Are you sure you're not kidding me?" Thunderbird's mask, which hid his face, revealed undisguised mockery.

"Everyone's energy is limited. Do you think a teenage wizard, after having excellent alchemical talent, can still be strong in his own strength? Not to mention that so-called combat hero title. Who knows what kind of political purpose the Ministry of Magic awarded it for."

"And even if he is a genuine combat hero, he has only defeated a few third-rate dark wizards. I'm really impressed that you can say such a thing."

"Actually, compared to facing a showy pushover, I would rather meet a strong opponent." Thunderbird said with a cold smile.