The Dark Wizard of Hogwarts

After visiting Willie Bruce's underground garage, Rey left it with £50 million.

The money was enough to buy both properties and remodel them. Even the follow-up training equipment, guns and ammunition, etc., this money should be enough.

With so much money, if invested properly, there should be absolutely no problem with the witch hunt team being self-sufficient.

Rey is under seventeen, and he has problems buying real estate or opening a bank account. So this can only be handled by Willie Bruce.

After discussing more details, the two were ready to go out to meet the retired colonel with a story. However, at this moment Willie Bruce's daughter suddenly asked, "Dad, can I join you?"

The intruding question left Rey and Willie Bruce stunned on the spot.

The two looked at each other, not knowing when Willie's daughter Tina knew what the two planned. After all, she didn't eavesdrop on the conversation just now.

"I see the money."

Tina rolled her eyes and said a little embarrassedly.

"Hey, honey. We need to talk about this." Willie Bruce clearly didn't want his daughter involved.

"I know what dad I'm talking about, I know how I got better, and I know what kind of monster is hurting me."

"Dad, I'm already involved. It's impossible to be a good baby who doesn't know anything."

Tina begged earnestly, but she didn't expect that although she was unconscious, her perception of the outside world still existed.

"I majored in the Department of Economics and Finance, and I can invest the money reasonably."

Seeing that her father was still hesitating, Tina said directly to the boy Rey. Although the other party is a teenager, it is obvious that his father and him are like old friends of the same age. What's more, the money was left by Rey.

Rey looked at Willie Bruce for his opinion.

Rey had no problem letting Tina Bruce manage the money. He believes in Willie Bruce, and naturally he also believes in his daughter, but it all depends on what Willie Bruce means as a father.

After thinking for a while, watching his daughter look at him with pleading eyes, Willie Bruce sighed, and then asked Rey beside him, "Is she okay?"

Rey is the one in charge, and even if he agrees to his daughter's request, it requires Rey to nod.

"Of course there is no problem. Someone takes care of the funds of the organization. This is something I can't ask for."

"Since you are willing, I will give you an additional 100 million yuan. My suggestion is that you can buy more shares of Microsoft, Coca-Cola and Toyota..."

Rey smiled indifferently. Now he is very rich, and the money is nothing.

He felt that the money was nothing, but the 100 million pounds shocked Willie Bruce and his daughter. Especially Tina, after hearing Rey's words, she screamed in surprise and immediately stepped forward to give a hug.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm so excited."

After hugging, Tina immediately apologized. She is not a casual girl, but this shock to her is really too great. She could not help but be a little curious about Rey's identity for so much money.

"It's okay, the first time I saw so much money, I was worse than you."

Rey responded with a smile, remembering the first time he jumped into the container, but it took him a long time to start loading money.

"I didn't expect you to be so rich, and, thank you."

Willie Bruce thanked Ray, who was in the co-pilot, as he drove. What he meant was simply, to thank Rey for believing in their father and daughter.

"Don't be so polite,

Didn't I tell you? In a previous life, I also had a daughter. "

The two chatted in the car without a word. And Willie Bruce drove to the street with the most bars in London. Presumably Philip Orgst was in a bar somewhere.

However, Rey was wrong about this.

Willie Bruce pulled over to an alleyway next to a bar.

In the bustling bar streets, there are always one or two deep streets where many homeless homeless people live.

Obviously, the colonel named Philip should be one of these homeless people. When Willie Bruce brought Rey here, Rey had already guessed.

Sure enough, after passing around several homes made of cardboard by homeless people, the two saw a homeless person sitting under the corner from a distance: Philip Ogster.

Philip Orgust was a long-haired tramp in a thick, shiny dirty coat.

At this moment, he was sitting in the corner with his head bowed, with half a bottle of whisky in his hand. When Rey and the two walked up to him, he was picking up the whisky in his hand and taking a sip with his head up.

A third of the whiskey dripped down his beard.

With a grunt, he swallowed the whisky in his mouth, and he lowered his head again. As if sleeping, maybe awake, just bowing his head in a daze.

Such a person is completely different from the one in the military uniform in the photo. At this time, his appearance, the appearance of thirty-five years old, even if he was forty-five years old, Rey would believe it.

Fighting is also common in homeless areas. Especially a popular drink like whiskey, when he drank it, he immediately caught the attention of two other homeless people nearby.

So, the robbery happens right in front of Rey and Willie Bruce.

Half a bottle of whiskey was the culprit behind the robbery. Philip Ogster struggled, but he was pinned to the ground by the hair of two homeless men. After a fat beating, he couldn't keep the half bottle of wine after all.

Rey glanced at Willie Bruce in surprise.

An SBS colonel officer was taken over by two homeless people with almost zero force, and it was done without resistance, which is indeed a bit unexpected.

"He's not sober yet. When you see him sober, you'll know he's the most suitable."

Willie Bruce explained with a wry smile, and at the same time he and Rey walked in front of Philip, who had just been beaten up.

"Hi, Colonel Ogst, this is Willie Bruce."

Willie Bruce walked forward and squatted down, looking at Philip who had gotten up and sat in the corner again.

Hearing someone talking to him, shaking his dizzy head, Philip pushed back the messy hair in front of him: "It's you. Are you going to buy me a drink again? The bottle of wine you bought yesterday was unfortunately just given to you. Robbed."

"You can drink whenever you want, Mr. Ogster. How did you think about what you said yesterday?"

Willie Bruce is patient, he speaks methodically, neither fast nor slow.

"Okay, as long as you can cover me with room and board. I can promise you that I'm full of drinks and water."

It's a surprising answer, I didn't expect the other party to agree so simply. This made Willie Bruce stunned for a moment.

Clearly, though, such an answer left neither Rey nor Bruce wondering if he was speaking in a sober state.

"Let's go, Bruce."

Rey shouted, ready to turn and leave. In front of him was Philip Orgst, who was sitting on the ground. Maybe he was a very powerful warrior in the past, but now he is a cripple, and a cripple who only knows how to drink.

No fighting spirit, no ideas in mind. No matter how powerful he was in the past, now he is just a living dead. Even if someone else's fist hit him again, he would be unaware, and he was a weakling who had no power to fight back.

Rey stood not far, and his words caught the attention of Philip Orgust.

Looking up at Rey in front of him, Philip Ogst on the ground suddenly asked, "You are the person in charge. He looks like a twelve or thirteen-year-old child."

No disdain, just disappointment. Philip, who may have been a homeless man, did not expect that the person who was going to form the witch hunt team was just a child.

"You don't look only thirty-five years old, and you're still a waste."

Rey was also very disappointed and did not hide his true thoughts.

"Ha ha!"

Philip smiled indifferently, and then continued: "As long as you can prove that vampires are real, I will prove to you that I am the person you want. And, I can work for you for free. "

It was easy to say, like a joke, but there was no joke in Philip Orgst's eyes. It's just that the bruise on his face just now doesn't match the look in his eyes.