The Dark Wizard of Hogwarts

After visiting Willie Bruce's underground garage, Rey left him £50 million.

The money was enough to buy the two properties and remodel them. Even the follow-up training equipment, guns and ammunition, etc., this money should be enough.

With such a large amount of money, if it is invested properly, there should be absolutely no problem with the self-sufficiency of the witch hunt team.

Rey is under seventeen years old, and there are problems with buying real estate or opening a bank account. So this can only be handled by Willie Bruce.

After discussing more details, the two were ready to go out to meet the retired colonel with a story. However, at this moment Willie Bruce's daughter suddenly asked, "Dad, can I join you?"

The intruding question made Rey and Willie Bruce stunned on the spot.

The two looked at each other, not knowing when Willie's daughter Tina knew what the two planned. After all, she didn't eavesdrop on the conversation just now.

"I saw the money."

Tina rolled her eyes and said a little embarrassedly.

"Hey, dear. We have to talk about this matter." Willie Bruce obviously didn't want his daughter involved.

"I know what dad I'm talking about, I know how I got better, and I know what kind of monster is hurting me."

"Dad, I'm already involved. It's impossible to be a good baby who doesn't know anything."

Tina pleaded earnestly, but she didn't expect that although she was unconscious, her perception of the outside world still existed.

"I'm majoring in the Department of Economics and Finance, so I can invest the money reasonably."

Seeing that her father was still hesitating, Tina said directly to the boy Rey. Although the other party is a teenager, it is obvious that his father and him are like old friends of the same age. What's more, the money was left by Rey.

Rey looked at Willie Bruce for his opinion.

Let Tina Bruce manage the funds, Rey has no problem. He believed in Willie Bruce, and naturally he also believed in his daughter, but it all depended on what Willie Bruce's father meant.

After thinking about it for a while, watching his daughter look at him with pleading eyes, Willie Bruce sighed, and then asked Rey beside him, "Is she okay?"

Rey is the one in charge. Even if he agrees to his daughter's request, it still requires Rey to nod.

"Of course there is no problem. Someone manages the funds of the organization. This is something I can't ask for."

"Since you are willing, I will give you an additional 100 million yuan. My suggestion is that you can buy more shares of Microsoft, Coca-Cola and Toyota..."

Rey smiled indifferently. Now he is very rich, and the money is nothing.

He thought the money was nothing, but the 100 million pounds shocked Willy Bruce and his daughter. Especially Tina, after hearing Rey's words, she screamed in surprise and immediately stepped forward to give a hug.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm too excited."

After the hug, Tina immediately apologized. She is not a casual girl, but this shock to her is really too great. She could not help but be a little curious about Rey's identity for so much money.

"It's okay, the first time I saw so much money, I was worse than you."

Rey responded with a smile, remembering the first time he jumped into the container, but he was stunned for a long time before he started loading money.

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"I didn't expect you to be so rich. Also, thank you."

As Willie Bruce drove, he thanked Rey, the co-pilot. What he meant was simply, to thank Rey for believing in their father and daughter.

"Don't be so polite, didn't I tell you? In a previous life, I also had a daughter."

The two chatted in the car without saying a word. And Willie Bruce drove to the street with the most bars in London. Presumably Philip Orgst was in a bar somewhere.

However, on this point, Rey guessed wrong.

Willie Bruce stopped the car at the intersection of a roadway next to a bar.

In the bustling bar streets, there are always one or two deep streets where many homeless homeless people live.

Obviously, the colonel named Philip should be one of these homeless people. When Willie Bruce brought Rey here, Rey had already guessed.

Sure enough, after passing around several homes made of cardboard and other homeless people, the two saw a homeless person sitting under the corner from a distance: Philip Ogster.

Philip Orgst was a long-haired tramp in a thick, dirty coat.

At this moment, he was sitting in the corner with his head bowed, with half a bottle of whisky in his hand. When Rey and the two walked up to him, he was picking up the whisky in his hand and taking a sip with his head up.

A third of the whiskey dripped down his beard.

With a grunt, he swallowed the whisky in his mouth and lowered his head again. As if sleeping, maybe awake, just bowing his head in a daze.

Such a person is completely different from the one in the military uniform in the photo. At this time, his appearance, the appearance of thirty-five years old, even if he was forty-five years old, Rey would believe it.

Fights are also common in homeless areas. Especially a popular drink like whiskey, when he drank it, he immediately caught the attention of two other homeless people nearby.

So, the robbery happened right in front of Rey and Willie Bruce.

Half a bottle of whiskey was the culprit behind the robbery. Philip Ogster struggled, but he was pinned to the ground by the hair of two homeless men. After a fat beating, he couldn't keep the half bottle of wine after all.

Rey glanced at Willie Bruce in surprise.

It's a little surprising that an SBS colonel was taken over by two homeless people with almost zero force, and it was taken without resistance.

"He's not sober yet. When you see him sober, you'll know that he is the most suitable."

Willie Bruce explained with a wry smile, and at the same time he and Rey also walked in front of Philip, who had just been beaten up.

"Hi, Colonel Ogst, I'm Willie Bruce."

Willie Bruce walked forward and squatted down, looking at Philip who had gotten up and sat in the corner again.

Hearing someone talking to him, shaking his dizzy head, Philip pushed back the messy hair in front of him: "It's you. Are you going to buy me a drink again? The bottle of wine you bought yesterday was unfortunately just given to you. Robbed."

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"You can drink whenever you want, Mr. Ergost. How are you thinking about what you said yesterday?"

Willie Bruce is very patient, he speaks methodically, neither fast nor slow.

"Okay, as long as you can cover me with food and lodging. I can promise you if I'm full of drinks and water."

A very surprising answer~www.readwn.com~ I didn't expect the other party to agree so simply. This made Willie Bruce stunned for a moment.

However, it is clear that such an answer left neither Rey nor Bruce wondering if he was speaking in a sober state.

"Let's go, Bruce."

Rey shouted and was about to turn and leave. In front of him was Philip Orgst, who was sitting on the ground. Maybe he was a very powerful warrior in the past, but now he is a cripple, and a **** who only knows how to drink.

Without fighting spirit, there is no idea in my heart. No matter how powerful he was in the past, now he is just a living dead. Even if someone else's fist hit him again, he would be unaware, and he was a weakling who had no power to fight back.

Rey stood not far, and his words caught the attention of Philip Orgust.

He raised his head and glanced at Rey in front of him, and Philip Ogst on the ground suddenly asked, "You are the one in charge. He looks like a twelve or thirteen-year-old child."

There is no disdain, only disappointment. Philip, who may have been a homeless man, did not expect that the person who was going to form the witch hunt team was just a child.

"You don't look only thirty-five years old, and you're still a cripple."

Rey was also very disappointed and did not hide his true thoughts.

"Ha ha!"

Philip smiled indifferently, and then continued: "As long as you can prove that vampires are real, I will prove to you that I am the person you want. And, I can work for you for free. "

It was easy to say, like a joke, but there was no joke in Philip Orgst's eyes. It's just that the bruise on his face just now doesn't match the look in his eyes.