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Nasir, holding a hookah, looked worried. Euphemia also walked forward. The three of them found a secluded place to stand, each with their own thoughts.

Nasir spoke first: "Lin, I can take these survivors away and resettle them. Anyway, there are many such survivors in my village, and... now we are freer."

He took a deep puff of his hookah. "I didn't expect these guys to become more and more rampant. When they start fighting, they are even more despicable than the bastards in the north."

"Money can move people's hearts, let alone a reckless man who can't even read a few words." Lin En looked at Euphemia beside him and nodded slightly, "Don't worry about the background of these people. He won't see the sun tomorrow."

"Calm down and don't be impulsive." Nasir's voice rose unconsciously. "I know you are in a bad mood, but don't forget that those good-for-nothings in the International Confederation of Wizards are more than capable of causing trouble - and there is also the one who endorsed the Statute of Secrecy."

It was not difficult to tell from his expression that this elder, who was accustomed to injustice, also had complaints about the outdated confidentiality law, and was wary and even afraid of the powerful wizard standing behind him who dominated the world.

In the eyes of many wizards far away from Europe, the image of a centenarian is not very good.

But Lynn remained unmoved.

"The confidentiality law cannot restrain me." He took out a crystal ball from his pocket and threw it to Nasir. "With this, no one will dare to tell me what to do."

As he spoke, he took a step forward, and before his boots touched the ground, his figure had turned into a lifelike afterimage.

"Lin——" Nasir was horrified and was about to reach out to stop him, but was stopped by Euphemia's calm gaze.

"Gods that look down on the world and love humans do not exist, otherwise they would have come to this absurd world long ago and picked up magic wands or automatic rifles - Lynn would probably want to tell you this, although he has to take your beliefs into consideration."

She calmly drew out her wand, tapped the crystal ball lightly, and walked towards the busy crowd with an expressionless face.

The scene of several people being attacked emerged clearly.

This portends brutal revenge—at least in name only.

Chapter 227 It is not my job to judge you

Kabul, southern foothills of the Hindu Kush Mountains.

The chaotic streets are filled with armed men wearing various costumes and patrolling with guns, as well as a very local means of transportation - a peculiarly shaped wooden cart.

Broken walls and ruins can be seen everywhere, and there are countless holes left by bullets.

The citizens walking on the street seemed to have gotten used to it all. Even when they heard sporadic gunshots, their eyes did not waver at all.

"What a chaotic scene..."

Walking on the roadside, Lin En recalled the scenes a few years ago and couldn't help feeling emotional when comparing the two.

The effect of the confounding spell allowed him to blend perfectly into this city shrouded in the shadow of war, and no one felt anything strange about the presence of this foreigner.

A wedding convoy was passing through the barely intact main road of the city. The joy of the happy marriage turned into singing and laughter, intertwining with the sounds of gunfire just a few streets away.

This is a unique sight unique to this city.

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The powerful forces from the north withdrew in a hurry, and this important Silk Road city and ancient capital, known as a "trade hub", fell into a long power vacuum.

In the year 1992, an important event took place in the Muggle society of this country.

The puppet regime left in the north completely collapsed after three years of bloody civil war, and the last bit of order was gone.

Ethnicity, region, religion...using various ideologies as excuses, military factions that have lost their common goals continue the war driven by interests.

Endless ambitious people have their own ulterior motives. Fragile agreements and reluctant cooperation are torn up and destroyed time and time again. This commander and that general take turns to appear on the stage, performing tragic farces in this ancient capital that once flourished for a short time.

The Muggle world is like this, and wizards cannot escape this fate either.

This land is so bloody and desolate that the International Confederation of Wizards treats it as if it does not exist most of the time - even withdrawing the observation point that was supposed to be stationed near the Kushan ruins as agreed.

Even the wizards who have lived here for generations can only drift with the tide of the times and fall into the abyss of chaos and darkness.

Given Lynn's personality, neither the war between Muggles nor those ambitious people who were constantly challenging the bottom line of human morality were within his scope of concern.

The reason is simple. Not to mention him, even the strongest Dumbledore cannot reverse the decline of a country by himself - unless he really wants to completely tear up the Wizarding Secrecy Statute and embark on the path that he and Grindelwald once dreamed of but ultimately ruthlessly abandoned.

But he still came to this "meat grinder" where various forces were intertwined.

He wasn't sure whether his decision was influenced by Helga Hufflepuff or someone else, but he decided to follow his heart.

He couldn't be omniscient and omnipotent, let alone save all suffering, but as Euphemia said, he could do something within his sight.

For example...killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

The hawthorn wand slid down from the sleeve of his robes and was held tightly in his hand.

Not far ahead, dense sentries and defensive positions came into view.

Hundreds of neatly dressed and well-equipped guards were guarding outside, and behind them was a magnificent official residence, which formed a sharp contrast with the dilapidated state of the entire city.

This is the lair of the warlord known as the "Butcher". It is both a social venue where he feigns friendship with various warlords who have their own agendas, and the headquarters where he directs his troops to launch offensives.

The agreement reached in May was destroyed in just two months.

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In the restaurant of the official residence, the butcher, who had just finished a meeting, was entertaining his allies.

His relationship with his subordinates, who were more like bandits than an army, was not as close as that with his opponent, another group of warlords who had fought bloody battles in the northern mountains.

As the leader of a loosely-armed group that used religion as a weapon and ethnicity as a bond, he preferred to recruit allies widely to cover up the reality that his own men were insufficiently combat-capable.

To achieve all this, sufficient funds are needed.

In this extremely poor country, the wealth available is always limited.

So he set his sights on the north.

Even when the peace agreement was just signed, he prepared for the war that was bound to break out again.

For this plan, he stayed in Kabul specifically and engaged in meaningless haggling with his old rivals who each had their own agenda - they called it negotiation, but in fact it did not exist.

At the dinner table, the bearded warlord in his prime seemed to be in a good mood. He talked a lot about the map behind him from time to time, boasting about his troops whose main mission was to attack civilians.

As an engineer by training, he found a broad stage for his professional skills in the war.

Indiscriminate rocket bombardment was his favorite form of warfare and the direct reason he was called "The Butcher."

Even though the various petty warlords who attended the banquet were not clean-handed and their hands were stained with the blood of countless innocent civilians, he was still the most prominent one among them.

Considering the wealth and military power he had, the "commanders-in-chief" who were invited to come did not hesitate to flatter him and made him feel elated.

But soon, a middle-aged man in military uniform walked into the banquet hall, walked up to him and whispered in his ear as he frowned slightly to express his dissatisfaction.

This not only interrupted his complacent presentation of the "Kabul Offensive" plan, but also completely wiped the smile off his face.

He brought devastating news.

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Barely maintaining his calm and composure, he ended this banquet that started off well but ended badly, sent away his "allies" who had their own thoughts, and walked into his own headquarters alone with a sullen face.

"What on earth is that incompetent good-for-nothing doing...!"

He kicked the door open and was about to get furious at the staff officers who were supposed to be on duty here, but when he looked up, he was met with a pair of calm eyes.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Looking around, where are the so-called staff, guards and subordinates?

Only corpses were left on the ground.

"bang"

After completing the final task, the adjutant, who was already under the control of the Imperius Curse, fell limply to the ground, without any sign of life.

The door behind him closed again, leaving only dead silence.

"I haven't offended you, have I?"

He forced himself to remain calm and walked inconspicuously towards the corner - where there was an alarm.

"Mr. Butcher, don't waste your energy. I'll ask him to invite you over. Don't you understand what this means?" Lin En said with a sneer, "By the way, let me give you a gift first."

A corpse, magically preserved in its dying position, fell to the ground.

"He - distinguished guest, perhaps there is some misunderstanding." Seeing the death of his subordinates and the strange way he appeared, the warlord known for his cruelty could hardly suppress his fear. "I never thought of provoking someone like you. He must have acted on his own initiative. I swear to God!"

"Maybe, but I never judge by deeds, not by heart."

Lin En stood up slowly and snapped his fingers gently, and the bright lights dimmed instantly.

"Think about your last words. I will bring your head to the others."

"I...I...go to hell!"

The butcher hesitated and retreated again and again until he leaned against the corner of the wall, then he suddenly pulled out the pistol he was carrying from his waist, pointed it at Lynn and pulled the trigger frantically.

When the gunshot rang out, a cruel and ferocious expression appeared on his face, but he froze in an instant.

Every bullet that roared out seemed to be embedded in the air. Although it was very close, it could not move forward an inch.

"Swish"

"what!--"

Lynn waved his wand lazily, and the invisible blade swept across, cutting off the butcher's hands at the wrists. Amidst the shrill wails, blood gushed out like two small fountains.

"It seems that you have no last words." He walked up to the pale warlord, picked up the revolver inlaid with many diamonds and stained with blood, and said softly, "Before you die, I can make you a ghost who understands everything."

The magic wand was placed against his chest, and the surging magic power made the mortal warlord unable to move at all.

"I am a wizard, a wizard who is tired of the reckless behavior of insects like you - please remember that you are burying hundreds of innocent civilians who died last night and this morning."

Strands of magic power flowed out from the tip of the wand.

"I don't need to judge you. I just need to send you to the people who should judge you, along with those idiots who were unlucky enough to be seen by me. Cruciatus."

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A few hours later, on the streets of Kabul.

The coming and going of military vehicles blocked the roads and the entire city was under martial law.

Everyone was in a state of panic, including another major faction that was supposed to benefit from it.

The warlord with the title of "Lion" negotiated with his political allies in a heavily guarded secret room.

They had received the news, but had no time to rejoice over the death of their old rival.

During the secret conversation, a dead body suddenly fell between them without any warning.

Following closely behind was a note left in multiple languages.

It was like a feather, slowly falling, but it was like a sharp blade pointing at the hearts of the two people.

This is a threat, but it is also a declaration that leaves no room for bargaining.

The whole of Kabul will usher in a sleepless night.

And in the distant mountains, the evening was also not peaceful.

Chapter 228: First Month's Results Report and Next Month's Update Arrangements

Good evening, fellow book lovers!

Thanks to everyone's attention and support, the first month after this book was put on the shelves has come to a successful end~!

Including today's five chapters, the total updated volume in the 31 days of this month is 38 words. Compared with many authors who update frequently, my update volume is not particularly large, but I have indeed tried my best, and basically used up my limited stock of manuscripts.

As of today's update, the average subscription of this book is about 600. I am personally content with this. After all, it has exceeded the performance of the previous book. I would like to thank everyone for their support!

After finishing the content of the first volume, in the second volume, which is the second half of the first academic year, I focused on portraying the existence outside of the school, and also introduced many concepts that were not in the original Harry Potter.

Frankly speaking, the performance of this part is not as good as the first volume. Perhaps there are still many immature aspects in my writing, or this part of the original content does not suit everyone's taste. Please allow me to apologize to everyone first, and I will carefully consider the following part.

The content of the second volume will soon be completed, and the new volume will start the second school year and reveal many foreshadowings left behind. Stay tuned.

As for the update plan starting tomorrow, taking into account my current writing speed and progress - after all, it's a part-time creation, and it's the end of the year, so I'm really unable to do it - the updates in the future will be as stated when the game was put on the shelves, with three updates per day, and I will try my best to ensure the quality of the updated content.

If my writing speed improves or my workload decreases, I will reconsider resuming five updates a day. I will do my best, and please understand. Thank you!

Once again, thank you all for your strong support over the past two months since the book was published!

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