River Thames, August 28, 1982
On the banks of the River Thames sat a man in black, leaning into the wooden bench as he gazes out into the river as fog glides over the rippling water. The man wore a clean creaseless black suit with faded matt black shoes, a pair of thin red-rimmed glasses, a silver ring with the engraving of a pair of wings on his left thumb, and silver wing cufflinks. The man continues to gaze out into the endless fog before shifting his eyes down in front of him and spoke to himself.
"Will you finally have something new for me? Let's see," he spoke in a mellow yet low-pitched voice.
Suddenly a translucent white screen appeared in front of him. He looked at the screen with a bit of anticipation in his eyes, yet the rest of his features remained in the same emotionless state. His eyes read through the information on the screen in front of him before the corner of his lips rose into a smirk.
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{Statistics}
{Missions} New Mission! (1)
{Locked}
{Locked}
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"After 7 years you finally changed, this better be worth the wait" he spoke with his smirk still plastered on his face.
He focused his eyes on the {Missions} tab and the screen changed.
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{Main Menu}
[Missions]
(New!) [If you can't get the job just manipulate the system and hire yourself] It seems that the Hogwarts roster is full and can't hold any more professors. Make a new teaching position appear in Hogwarts and take it without getting discovered as the mastermind. {Reward: New Tab On The Main Screen, (1)The Complete Guide to Charms by Merwyn The Malicious}
{Completed Missions (3)}
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"Huh?" The man looked at the words in front of him in confusion as his emotionless face fell, then anger, he started yelling at the screen in front of him. "This god damn system, you left me on read for 7 years and now you come back asking me to do this! What was the point of not letting me go to Hogwarts before then! At least I'd have some connections to help me." he continued to curse at the screen in front of him unmoving, without change. After a few moments, the man finally calmed down and looked back up to the screen.
"Ugh, there's no point in being frustrated. Let's just figure how the hell I'm going to do this" spoke the man as his face went back to his emotionless state. Focusing on the screen in front of him causes the screen to go back to the [Main Menu] before quickly changing to the [Statistics] tab.
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{Main Menu}
[Statistics]
Name - Axel Theodore Gray
Age - 24 years, 1 day
Magic Theory - Early Master
Magic Conductivity - 42%
Magic Capacity - Early Master
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"What subject could I possibly teach at Hogwarts, even if a large portion of the professors seem unfit to teach, they are masters of the arts they teach. I have to either teach a new subject that I can master in one month before the new year starts or teach a completely new subject that isn't taught anywhere near Europe. The second choice is probably my best option. Ritual magic? Summoning magic? or maybe Architecture In The Magical World? The last one does seem interesting, but I'll decide later, I have to finish the job I accepted." Axel spoke as he stood up at a height of 6 foot 8 inches.
He stretched out his right hand as a thin, long stick-like object shot out of his sleeve and was caught by his hand. It was a dark blood red colored wand that twisted at the end, raising it he made a strange motion before suddenly disappearing into nothing, leaving behind nothing but an almost inaudible *pop* the same volume as a tick of a clock.
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Knockturn Alley, August 28, 1983
Axel appears in Knockturn Alley and starts to walk without a destination. He looked the same as he was in front of the river except for a change in height to 6 foot 1 inch and a mask that covers all of his face but his eyes.
*Click* *Click* *Click*
The familiar sound of his footsteps brings a smile to his face as it brings a wave of nostalgia to him. The same footsteps that bring a smile to his face brings panic to those he walks past, they had not yet forgotten the murder of 34 wizards just a few hours ago by the same man that is walking past them. The alley becomes much more spacious as the sound of footsteps travels farther and farther with the drop in sound from the talking wizards. Axel pays little attention to these people and continues to walk to a store a few paces in front of him.
The crowd watches as the man... no The Butcher walks into the store, Eric Broon's Artifacts. Slowly time passes by as no sound or person comes out. It isn't until 30 minutes passes that a group of wizards walk up to the store, all in auror robes, led by a man with a limp, walking with a wooden peg as a leg and a left eye that looked all over the place. The man war legendary auror Alastor Moody, scrunched his nose up and frowned heavily as his artificial eye looked at the door of the shop. Moving up he pulled out his wand and checked for traps before opening the door for all the wizards to see the inside of the shop.
Immediately some of the younger aurors looked away and presented the dinner they ate the day before for the crowd to see. Even some older wizards looked away with deep frowns and felt nauseous. The calmest was Moody who still had a scrunched-up face with a deep frown as he looked at the scene.
The smell of iron wafted out the open door as the sound of blood dripping onto the wood floor resounded in the shop. In the center of the room was Eric Broon, skin peeled off and used to tie him to the cross made of his leg and arm bones. All of his organs lay out in front of him except his heart and brain, clips pinching his nerves but not completely to allow him to feel every part of his nerves and not just up to where the clip pinched, thick pins jabbed into his nerves and a thick needle used to knit his veins and arteries into a scarf that slowly choked the man to death, and on the wall laid the message by his killer, "Worth 125 Galleons -The Butcher" the signature sign of The Butcher, a man who did anything as long as you gave him the galleons, he always left the price and his name at every finished job.