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"And when I learn alchemy in the future, I will definitely create such a magic school bus for the mutants."
At this moment, George couldn't help but let out a sigh in his heart.
In fact, there has always been an idea lurking in his heart.
That is to reopen the school for mutants, but no longer call it the Mutant School. Instead, it will be called the School of Supervised Human Abilities.
The age of mutants is gone, but it still leaves a heavy mark in the historical archives of major powers.
The students of the school cannot stay within its walls forever without going out, they will eventually need to learn to integrate into human society and live among people, and this cannot continue indefinitely.
If the Mutant School is reopened, it will inevitably evoke memories of the past.
The term "mutant" implies a sense of belonging to a different race, and is likely to be rejected eventually.
So, it is best to rename it the School of Supervised Human Abilities. In addition to nurturing the children of mutants at the school, it can also enroll children with superpowers as students and bring in various super heroes to serve as teachers.
In this way, it not only dilutes the label of "mutant" but also attracts many current and future superheroes to join their side.
If the school encounters trouble again, he won't have to get involved, as the teachers and students can handle it on their own. He can also focus on researching magic peacefully.
No longer needing to worry about trivial matters.
Of course, this is just a preliminary idea. Whether it can be implemented and how to implement it will depend on the development that follows.
Within less than ten minutes, the chivalrous public bus had come to a stop in front of the "Break Your Own Boat" pub.
"Goodbye, Mr. Sumpark."
Greeting the ticket attendant, George picked up his luggage and got off the bus.
When entering Diagon Alley from the "Break Your Own Boat" pub, the sky was completely dark, and most shops in Diagon Alley were closed. Only a few witches were left on the streets.
The icy, piercing wind swept across his face, seemingly foretelling the troubles ahead.
Following the cobblestone path, George walked past Patches' Cauldron Shop, Gurgles Apothecary, and Florean's Ice Cream Parlor, arriving at Dervish Village on the opposite side of Diagon Alley. He strode in confidently.
The Diagon Alley at night is almost empty, but Dervish Village is quite the opposite. Many dark wizards like to come here in the evening to trade some illicit items.
That's why George had never gone out at night before; it was too dangerous.
However, now he doesn't care as much.
"This is little Dora, isn't it? Have you come back on vacation?"
Not long after entering Dervish Village, a very thin old witch blocked George's path and then suspiciously examined George's suitcase.
The other dark wizards nearby, upon seeing this, did not stop anyone, but instead stopped to watch the show with glee.
Many of the dark wizards in the area knew George; they were aware that he was the young slave adopted by the old potioner, Mr. Merton.
But now this young slave not only inherited the vast fortune of Mr. Merton, but also attended Hogwarts School. This naturally made them jealous and unhappy, as their wealth is not much less than Mr. Merton's.
But before Mr. Merton's death, those Aurors often visited the shop, and George rarely went out. They had no opportunity.
However, now, half a year has passed, and the Aurors no longer come around. It's also nighttime; there's no way they would let this pass.
Murder is out of the question. Killing students from Hogwarts would result in being pursued by the entire Ministry of Magic. There would be no place for them in the British wizarding community anymore.
But robbing them would certainly be fine.
The Aurors wouldn't make a big fuss over a robbery, especially since this was Dervish Village. They would just have to accept their fate.
"I think you'd better move aside!"
George swiftly drew his wand and pointed it at the old witch, and a sharp blade with a glint of cold light shot out from his sleeve, stopping just above the witch's neck.
"How can it be so fast!"
Feeling the cold and deadly intent from the sharp blade at his neck, the old witch's face was filled with horror, and the other witches nearby also showed disbelief.
The charm for moving objects is not a particularly complex spell; it can be used in everyday life to move objects, and in battle, it can be used to deflect enemy spells by moving objects or to directly strike at enemies.
Unlike the Levitation Charm, which makes things float and requires the user to move them themselves, the Move Object Charm can directly move objects.
What shocked everyone was not that George had learned the Move Object Charm, but the speed at which he had used it.
There was almost no visible waving of the wand or chanting, yet the blade was shot to the witch's neck with incredible speed, and the speed of the blade itself was so fast that it left no time for reaction.
This level of proficiency in the Move Object Charm can be considered master-level.
Otherwise, under normal circumstances, when seeing George wave his wand and chant the spell, an experienced old witch would strike first with a magical attack, or at least defend or evade.
It was because George's speed was too fast that the old witch did not have time to react before being immobilized at a vital point.
At this moment, if George wanted to, he could easily cut off the old witch's neck with the blade.
"Little Dora, I have no ill intent. I will step aside, I will do it right now!"
The old witch swallowed hard and moved back, clearing the path. The other dark wizards, seeing this, dared not approach to block him any longer.
In the world of dark wizards, the most important thing is power, the strong are respected, and if you don't have strength, people will want to tear off a little piece of you. As long as you have strength, no one dares to bother you.
If your strength is strong enough to bring them benefits, they will even eagerly follow you.
With a flick of his wand, George retrieved the blade and continued on his way, pulling his suitcase behind him.
As George passed the old witch, Peechie on the suitcase suddenly reached out with his claws and tore off half of the old witch's robe.
Just now, if George hadn't stopped it, it would have directly gone up to shatter the old witch's head.
The old witch hurriedly retreated and ended up sitting down on the ground, scared out of his wits, but he dared not attack George or Peechie. He only used the repair spell to mend the torn robe.
"This guy, cannot be underestimated in the future!"
At this moment, George's tiny figure and his owl had left a deep impression in the hearts of all the dark wizards.
At such a young age, to have such magical abilities is one thing, but the key is his composed demeanor.
Even if it were the former Black Lord, at this age, he would still be inferior.
"Good, showing them your claws a bit is a good way to prevent these guys from causing trouble again."
George pulled his suitcase and quickly arrived at the entrance of his potion shop.
Of course, he had just used the Move Object Charm. Although he knew the Charm, it was only of average level. It could be used to move objects during daily life, but it was not powerful enough for battle.
What he used just now was his own magnetic control; the waving of the wand was just a way to conceal it.
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