As the words fell, the entire pub fell silent.
The bartender even froze in place, maintaining his motion of wiping a glass.
The next moment, a thunderous boom erupted in Howl's ear, and at the same time, Charon twisted at his waist, a flash appearing in his hand, and his wand fell into his grip.
Then, he waved—
Charon watched the splashing blood from the corner of his eye, his pupils trembling, a sense of absurdity and intense pain simultaneously reaching his mind.
"Is that enough?" Howl asked him again, and along with his words, the severed arm fell.
Thud.
It landed on the dirty stone floor of the pub.
Charon clutched his cleanly severed arm, biting his lip, a muffled groan escaping him.
"E-enough..." He nodded repeatedly, his heart feeling like an earthquake.
Because Wizards are often weak in body but powerful in attack, his most common combat method was silent, wandless magic, casting an air blast spell right next to someone's ear.
This spell was very simple, and he was highly proficient with it. When caught off guard, it could often leave a person dizzy.
Even if it couldn't, it could effectively disrupt thoughts, thereby creating an opportunity to strike first.
Besides that, to prevent attacks, he also had two magical items with shields on him, which he never took off for years, no matter what he did. Yet, at this moment, they had no effect...
But a myriad of thoughts couldn't change the bloody reality.
Receiving the answer, Howl nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the crowd beside him.
As his gaze swept over, some people unconsciously took half a step back, their expressions flustered.
"Are all these people yours?"
"Y-yes." He nodded quickly, blood gushing from between his fingers, unable to stop it.
"I'll come again tomorrow. Give me information then."
After speaking, he stood up, patted Harry's shoulder, turned, and walked out of the pub.
Loreton and Huckleton also quickly put away their wands and walked out of the pub.
"Is this your method?! You're committing a crime!!" Loreton stretched his neck, his face flushed with anger.
"Of course." Howl smiled: "You're an Auror, I'm not. I don't need to follow procedural justice; I just need to achieve my goal."
"Malaka!!" He cursed angrily, knowing full well that he or the Auror Office couldn't conduct an investigation using Charon's power alone.
As maintainers of the system, they were naturally restricted by the system.
His last visit only turned the situation into a war of words, nothing more.
"If he uses this to cause trouble, complaining to the Ministry..."
Howl walked forward: "Then you can 'enforce the law impartially' on me after I leave Greece. Don't worry, I won't mind."
"Uncle Howl, by the way, does that person know your purpose? After all, you didn't explain it to him in detail." Harry asked the doubt in his heart.
In his eyes just now, he only saw Uncle Howl sever that person's arm, then say he would come again tomorrow, and then get up and leave.
This left Harry a bit confused.
"No need to say." Howl said calmly, his gaze falling upon the scantily clad person from before. At this moment, he held some food in his hand, placing it at the alley entrance, sharing it with two stray dogs.
"Some things don't need to be said too clearly. If they're too clear, it limits what he can do," Howl explained.
"Uh... I don't quite understand. Shouldn't you at least make it clear what you need him to do?" Harry was a bit puzzled.
Howl withdrew his gaze and explained:
"But if I don't make it clear, and only give him a result I need.
Then he can only try his best, can't he?"
"But that way, he might also try to muddle through... Oh, I get it." Harry reacted.
What was important wasn't the goal Uncle Howl gave, but the attitude!
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