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"Once I learn alchemy, I must create a magical school bus for the school of mutants," George mused to himself.
Seeing the situation unfold, George couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.
Deep down, he had always harbored an idea.
That idea was to reopen the school for mutants, but not under that name; instead, he envisioned it as the school for superpowered humans.
The era of mutants had long passed, yet their legacy still left a significant mark in the historical archives of various factions.
Students at the school could not remain sheltered forever; eventually, they would need to learn to integrate into human society. This could not continue indefinitely.
If the school for mutants were to be reopened, it would inevitably evoke memories of the past.
The term "mutant" might suggest an entirely different race, one that would eventually face rejection.
Thus, he decided to rename it the school for superpowered humans. In addition to nurturing mutant children, it could also welcome kids with superpowers as students and enlist various superheroes as teachers.
This way, the stigma associated with being a mutant would be diminished, and they could rally a considerable number of current and future superheroes to their side.
If the school were to encounter trouble again, George wouldn't need to intervene; the teachers and students could handle it, allowing him to focus on his magical research.
He would no longer have to worry about mundane matters.
Of course, this was just a preliminary idea. Whether it could be implemented and how it would be executed would depend on the developments to come.
Within ten minutes, the knight bus came to a halt outside the Leaky Cauldron.
"Goodbye, Mr. Sempak," he said, exchanging pleasantries with the ticket-collecting wizard before retrieving his luggage and stepping off the bus.
As George entered Diagon Alley from the Leaky Cauldron, night had completely fallen. Most shops in Diagon Alley had closed, leaving only a few wizards scattered along the streets.
The biting cold wind whipped against his face, seemingly heralding the troubles he was about to face.
Following the cobblestone path, he passed by the Potage's Cauldron Shop, Gigg's Potions, and Florin's Ice Cream Shop, and strode confidently into Knockturn Alley across from Gringotts.
While Diagon Alley was nearly deserted at night, Knockturn Alley was quite the opposite; many dark wizards frequented it at night to trade in forbidden goods.
This was why George had never ventured out at night before; it was far too dangerous.
But now, he found himself less concerned.
"Isn't that little Dora? Has she come back from vacation?"
Not long after entering Knockturn Alley, a gaunt old wizard blocked George's path, eyeing his suitcase with malicious intent.
The other nearby dark wizards didn't step in to help; instead, they paused to watch the unfolding drama with glee.
Many of these dark wizards recognized George, knowing he was the little slave adopted by old Merton from the apothecary.
However, now this little slave had not only inherited a substantial fortune from old Merton but also attended Hogwarts, which naturally sparked feelings of resentment and jealousy among them. Most of their wealth did not compare to old Merton's.
Previously, right after old Merton's death, several Aurors had frequently visited the shop, and George rarely went out, leaving them with little opportunity.
However, six months had passed since then, the Aurors had stopped visiting, and now they encountered George at night—there was no reason not to take advantage of the situation.
Killing him was out of the question; slaying a Hogwarts student would undoubtedly lead to a manhunt by the Ministry of Magic, and he could forget about ever fitting into the wizarding community in Britain again.
But robbing him would certainly pose no problem.
The Aurors would not escalate matters over a robbery, especially in Knockturn Alley, and they would have to accept their misfortune.
"I think you'd better step aside!"
George swiftly drew his wand and pointed it at the old wizard, a sharp blade gleaming coldly as it shot from George's sleeve, stopping just at the old wizard's neck.
"How can it be so fast?!"
Feeling the icy menace of the blade against his throat, the old wizard's face filled with terror, mirrored by the incredulous expressions of the other wizards nearby.
The Levitation Charm was not a particularly advanced spell; it was commonly used in everyday life to move objects. In combat, it could be used to block an enemy's magic or even hurl objects at them.
Unlike the Levitation Charm, which only allowed objects to float—requiring the user to handle them for movement—the Levitation Charm could directly move objects.
What astonished everyone was not that George had learned the Levitation Charm, but rather the speed with which he executed it.
There was hardly any noticeable wand movement or incantation; the blade had flown to the old wizard's throat almost instantaneously, leaving no time for reaction.
Such mastery of the Levitation Charm could only be considered at a master level.
Under normal circumstances, an experienced old wizard would have been able to launch a preemptive magical attack or, at the very least, defend or evade as soon as he noticed George casting a spell.
It was precisely George's incredible speed that left the old wizard with no opportunity to react before he was subdued.
At that moment, if George had wished, he could have easily commanded the blade to slice through the old wizard's neck.
"Dora, I mean no harm! I'll step aside, I'll step aside!"
The old wizard swallowed hard, slowly retreating to clear the way. The other dark wizards nearby did not dare to approach, watching instead with an air of anticipation.
In the world of dark wizards, the principle of might makes right reigned supreme; if you lacked strength, others would think nothing of picking you apart. Conversely, if you possessed power, they would not dare to provoke you.
If your strength were significant enough to benefit them, they would even rush to follow you.
With a flick of his wand, George retracted the blade and continued on with his suitcase.
As he passed by the old wizard, the owl perched on the suitcase, Peiqi, suddenly extended its claw and raked at the old wizard, tearing half of his wizarding robe away.
Had George not restrained it, Peiqi would have lunged forward to crush the old wizard's head.
The old wizard hurriedly backed away, landing on the ground in shock, yet he dared not retaliate against George or Peiqi; instead, he used a Repairing Charm to fix his damaged robe.
"This kid is not to be underestimated in the future!"
In that moment, George's small figure and his owl left a profound impression on the minds of the dark wizards around them.
At such a young age, to possess such magical prowess—and to do so with such composure—was remarkable.
Even the former Dark Lord might have fallen short at this age.
"Well, it's good to show off my claws a little; it can deter these guys from causing trouble again."
George pulled his suitcase along and quickly arrived at the entrance of his apothecary.
What he had just used was not actually the Levitation Charm; while he could perform it, his skill was merely average—sufficient for moving things around, but not yet suitable for combat.
What he had utilized was his own magnetic control, merely drawing his wand as a cover.
(End of Chapter)