Chapter 136, 134. The Robber Gang
"Two months have passed. You're being too cautious. Those saints only care about selling their goods; they don't care about what happens afterward."
This was a female voice, clearly spoken by the only witch among them.
Then a hoarse voice said sharply,
"Have you forgotten why Scott's arm was broken, and why I'm like this?!"
"That's because we tried to steal from them and they found out. Now they've sold their goods to others. We were just robbing other people and reselling them; it has nothing to do with them anymore."
The female voice argued softly. The hoarse voice was clearly that of the hunchbacked old man, who held a dominant position in their group.
"You haven't experienced that era, so you won't understand how terrifying the saints were back then. Even though they've been imprisoned for over forty years, they're still not people we can mess with. Last time you tried to steal their things, you were just asking for trouble. If I hadn't stopped you at the last moment and given them all our possessions, you would all be dead there!"
At this moment, the black-robed wizard also arrived. He struggled to climb into the screaming shed with one arm, and Lynn then realized that his right arm was empty.
"Scott, have you noticed anything behind here?"
"No, but the guy who lingered alone in the tavern for a long time this afternoon was a bit suspicious."
"He might be the buyer's man. Don't worry about him. As long as the guy who wants to buy doesn't try anything funny, we'll just do a normal transaction and nothing else."
"Lagno, are we really sure it's okay to kill that guy?"
"Idiot! I told you not to call me Lagno, call me John! Besides, we've already killed him, what are you afraid of? Our goal now is to sell this vial of unicorn blood we stole, then leave Europe, take the money, and go live a carefree life somewhere."
"That's right, after this heist, Penny and I will get married."
"Shut up! You brainless pig! Who told you to say that!"
Lynn wasn't listening to their subsequent conversation; he had already heard everything he wanted to know.
The raven flapped its wings and flew into the sky.
He was right; Quirrell only had access to the unicorn blood because of him.
And the source of the blood was Abros, that is, Rozier and his group.
Judging from their tone, this group was clearly not benevolent.
They hadn't bought the blood through normal means at all. Initially, they even tried to steal from the saints, but they were stopped by the hunchbacked old man at a crucial moment, which saved their lives, but they lost all their possessions. One of them lost a hand, and the hunchbacked old man was in a terrible state.
Later, in order to recoup their losses, they killed the wizard who had bought the unicorn blood through legitimate means, and then resold it. The final buyer was Quirrell.
These four people were a gang of murderers and robbers!
The blood came from Abros, which also proved that there was definitely something wrong with it.
It wasn't that Lynn was narcissistic; objectively speaking, given the level of importance Rosier and his followers showed him, if drinking this unicorn blood truly had no side effects, there was a 90% chance they would have sent it to him instead of selling it.
Moreover, during their conversation, someone inadvertently called out the name Lagno to the hunchbacked old man, a name that Lynn found vaguely familiar.
He felt as if he had heard or seen it somewhere recently.
Lynn flew back to Hogwarts from Hogsmeade.
Upon arriving at the school, he went straight to his dormitory and began searching through the books he had recently read, trying to find where he had seen the name Lagno.
However, after going through all the books he had read in the last two weeks, he couldn't find it anywhere.
Lynn ran his fingers through his hair, wondering if he had misremembered.
Even if it were just ordinary unicorn blood, he didn't intend to let Voldemort get it, because that would undoubtedly allow Voldemort to recover his strength sooner, and Lynn's plan would also be subject to more risks.
But Lynn wasn't keen on the idea of intercepting the deal and paying a higher price to buy it from those bandits.
He felt it would be a waste for the hunchbacked old man and his gang of scum to get it for free.
As for double-crossing…
he wasn't one of those Gryffindor brutes who thought they were invincible just because they'd learned a few tricks of dark magic and had slightly higher magic power than normal wizards.
The other side had four unscrupulous adult wizards; wizards who willingly stooped to banditry were usually also skilled in dark magic.
Asking him to single-handedly storm the enemy camp and take on four opponents was something Lynn wouldn't do unless he and the troll had swapped brains.
Lynn had no idea how to sabotage the deal yet, but he had a day to think about it. Right now, he needed to go to the Great Hall for dinner to fill his stomach. At
dinner, Cedric was enthusiastically predicting the winner of this year's House Cup.
"Since Harry Potter joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team, they've dominated the Quidditch competition. This year's Quidditch Cup is practically Gryffindor's. As for the House Cup..."
He glanced at the hourglasses on the Great Hall platform displaying the scores of the four houses. The hourglass representing Slytherin was almost overflowing with green gems, leaving the other three houses far behind.
Cedric said sourly.
"If nothing unexpected happens, Slytherin will win the House Cup for the seventh consecutive year."
Lynn's skin was as thick as the walls of Hogwarts; he said matter-of-factly.
"Of course, who can blame me for being so outstanding?"
"Shameless,"
Ian retorted expressionlessly.
"Shut up! You're just jealous of me!"
Just as they were chatting, a flock of owls flew into the Great Hall.
One of them landed next to Lynn, bringing him a newspaper.
"It's today's Daily Prophet, but why is it only arriving at night?"
Lynn grumbled, casually feeding the owl that delivered the newspaper some breadcrumbs.
Suddenly, Lynn stared at the newspaper in his hand, stunned.
The next moment, he excitedly stood up.
Cedric and Ian looked at him strangely.
"What's wrong?"
Lynn excitedly slammed his fist in his hand: "I remember! I remember where I've seen this name before!"
With that, he didn't even finish his meal, turning and leaving the Great Hall.
Leaving behind a bewildered Cedric and Ian, the two exchanged a glance and shrugged.
Lynn was always like this; they were used to it.
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