Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

"Nandus Leopard? That's an unlucky code name. I remember the previous guys who used the Nandus Leopard code name didn't have a good ending. The first Nandus Leopard was killed by Newt less than two years after getting the code name, and the subsequent ones also died miserably," Thunderbird said with a teasing smile.

"If you put it that way, it really is," Ashwinder said, returning to his usual nonchalant attitude. "I wonder how long this Nandus Leopard can last. Oh, right, he's going to take the Level 3 exchange permission assessment in the next couple of days. He's also one of the candidates for promotion to Lance."

"He's been confirmed for Lance promotion before even reaching Level 3 permission? And you said the Nandus Leopard died two years ago, which means he's been here for less than two years? Is the club so short of people now? Or has a new branch been established? How come I haven't heard any news?"

The Thunderbird that Anduin was playing wasn't acquainted with all the Lances, but if a new branch was established, headquarters would inform this veteran of his.

"It's not establishing a new branch; it's just that the other party's identity is more special, and they won't be dispatched externally in the future…" Ashwinder stopped there, "The other party is a Silver Spear Gun developed by Golden Wing, I can't reveal anything more."

"Oh? That's interesting. Golden Wing, who's in charge of internal affairs, has started developing his own people."

Anduin made a few teasing remarks, then began to ponder in his mind. A special identity, and developed by Golden Wing, then this Nandus Leopard is very likely from the German Ministry of Magic.

Based on the information he currently knows, the other party is likely the head of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, or the Department of Magical Transportation.

Could this person even be Minister Pitte, an agent Golden Wing developed specifically?

No, if this Nandus Leopard is Pitte, why is he wearing Golden Wing's mask? Golden Wing has no reason and no need to do this.

And Ashwinder said earlier that several Lances are going to be promoted in the club. Is it possible that those department heads in the Ministry of Magic have all been absorbed into the Silver Spears? Using the Elixir of Immortality as bait, it could tempt those high officials.

Moreover, Golden Wing may not have explained the cost of the Elixir to them. After those guys drink the potion in front of him, wouldn't Golden Wing, who controls their shedding period, be able to manipulate them at will?

The more Anduin thought about it, the more likely it seemed. These newly promoted Lances are probably pawns that the club is using to divide Germany, just like they used her sister to threaten Asellia.

After all, even within the club, everyone's status is divided into different levels. The highest status, with absolute power, is Runewen Snake, followed by the four veterans like Thunderbird, then the Short Guns like Ashwinder and those Lances from the Saint Party, like Sphinx.

As for the remaining guys, whether they're Lances or Short Spears, their existence is somewhat like tools. The club certainly won't talk about morality with these people; they'll definitely use every means possible.

Is building a country completely controlled by the Silver Spears really that tempting that Runewen Snake and Golden Wing even use the Elixir of Immortality as bait for this?

These guys are deceiving those Lances so much, can they guarantee that this behavior won't bring them backlash?

Anduin sneered inwardly. This trip to headquarters has been quite rewarding.

Just as Anduin was calculating his little plans in his mind, Ashwinder suddenly froze as if he had received some information, then chuckled, "Speak of the devil, the Nandus Leopard has arrived at the headquarters gate."

"Why would he suddenly appear at this time? Could it be that he's going to take the Level 3 permission assessment?" Thunderbird guessed, recalling what Ashwinder had mentioned earlier.

"Heh, maybe you're right. Golden Wing has already done the loyalty assessment. I guess this is for the combat assessment. Speaking of which, he's also exchanged a lot of spells from headquarters before. I wonder how his strength has progressed."

Ashwinder chuckled and stood up, then glanced at the wine cabinet next to him, "Sorry, I have to ask you to look after the house. Don't steal any wine while I'm gone."

"Perhaps you should try using the entrance's spell formation to teleport him away, throwing him into some deserted desert. Maybe it can fulfill your long-cherished wish," Thunderbird suggested maliciously.

"Haha, in a way, you're much more wicked than me, and your heart is more vicious," Ashwinder seemed amused by Thunderbird's words, and even trembled with excitement for a moment.

Maybe after hearing Thunderbird's suggestion, he really had such thoughts, but he quickly hid them in his heart. This Nandus Leopard is of great use for the club's next plan. If he really messed him up, Golden Wing wouldn't give him good fruit to eat.

After watching Ashwinder walk out the door, Anduin immediately closed his eyes, mobilizing and extending the magic and mental touch on his body, as if sensing something.

"There's no feeling of being spied on, and no monitoring magic has been detected. It seems safe here," Anduin concluded with peace of mind after concentrating for a moment.

Then a few metal spiders were seen crawling down from Anduin's trouser legs, and after landing, they immediately scattered, hiding in several corners of the living room in a short while.

Immediately afterward, Anduin got up and checked them one by one, and only stopped after confirming that they could not be detected either by the naked eye or by mental induction.

These monitoring spiders were high-end goods that Anduin had specially prepared for the Silver Spears. During production, each one was mixed with some high-grade materials such as refined mithril to ensure concealment.

At the same time, he took this opportunity to carefully check the protective magic circle in the living room, and quickly and accurately made some slight modifications, linking the magic patterns of the monitoring spiders with the room's magic circle.

In this way, no matter how powerful the wizard staying here is, they will not be able to detect it, because now these monitoring spiders are equivalent to a part of the protective magic circle. Even if they sense it, they can only sense the existence of the magic circle and not detect any incongruity.

Of course, Anduin didn't dare to modify too much, otherwise, if a wizard who understood the protective magic circle was careful, they could easily detect the difference between the current magic circle and the original one.

Then Anduin hid a 'transmitter' in the room. This little gadget can penetrate the protection here, allowing the monitoring spiders to transmit what they see and hear.

Because the entire Silver Spear headquarters is actually buried deep underground, the external portal is just a space teleportation gate connected to this side, and a layer of runes that prevent detection and isolate magic transmission is arranged on the headquarters' magic circle.

Fortunately, before coming, Anduin had already obtained the blueprints of this place from Sphinx. Although it was not a complete version of the blueprint, it allowed him to prepare in advance.

As for the several doors connected to the reception room, Anduin only explored them slightly and did not open them for exploration, because he knew that these doors were equipped with sensing magic. As long as someone entered or exited at will, Ashwinder would be able to detect it.

After doing all this, Anduin walked out of the main entrance as if nothing had happened. He was going to take this opportunity to see this 'Nandus Leopard' with a special identity, and by the way, see what the Silver Spear's assessment was like.

Before long, Ashwinder and a masked man wearing the same clothes walked out of the big black hole one after another.

Obviously, this new Silver Spear Gun was not as cautious as Thunderbird in pulling Ashwinder, but Ashwinder wasn't really that mischievous to secretly stab Nandus Leopard in the back.

Of course, if he had the opportunity, Ashwinder would really like to try it on Thunderbird.

When Ashwinder entered the hall and saw Thunderbird appearing in front of him, he was also stunned for a moment, then smiled sinisterly, "Hehe, I see you're quite bored."

"What? Am I not allowed to come out and watch the show? Speaking of which, I've been away from headquarters for some years, and I've almost forgotten the headquarters' combat assessment. I don't know if you've lowered the standards for duels now," Anduin raised his head slightly with contempt, looking arrogantly at the Silver Spear Gun next to Ashwinder.

At this time, Nandus Leopard looked at the Thunderbird in front of him with some confusion. He didn't expect that there were other people in the headquarters. Who is this arrogant guy?

Thinking of this, Nandus Leopard looked at Ashwinder next to him with some doubts.

"Ah, this guy looks very annoying, right?" Ashwinder seemed to see what Nandus Leopard was thinking, "You don't have to pay attention to him, and even if you do, he won't change."

After saying that, Ashwinder turned his head to look at Thunderbird, "Don't always put on that look to the newcomers in the club, it will make people think that our people here are not very smart."

Speaking as if you are smart, Thunderbird sneered coldly, "I'm not a saint, and I have to pretend to be kind and amiable in the face of trash. I'm not a garbage collector."

"Who are you calling trash?" Nandus Leopard had never been humiliated like this before. After hearing Thunderbird's words, he was immediately furious. Although he was wearing a mask, he could still feel him glaring at the Thunderbird in front of him with a look of resentment.

There, here we go again, Ashwinder glanced at Thunderbird speechlessly. This foul-mouthed guy has never disappointed when it comes to angering others.

Little did he know that after Thunderbird ran away from headquarters to the Americas, all the Silver Spear Guns in Europe were as happy as if it was New Year's Day.

It's not that everyone has been suffering from Thunderbird for a long time. Faced with this bastard, you can't beat him, and chatting with him can make you angry to death in less than three minutes.

No wonder even Golden Wing said that since Europe lost Thunderbird, the atmosphere in the club has improved.

After scolding Thunderbird a few times in his heart, Ashwinder seemed to think of something interesting, and his eyes narrowed with a teasing look. He suddenly had a burst of mischievous thoughts again, "Hehe, Thunderbird, why don't you preside over this permission assessment?"

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