After joining the Slytherin team, George's days gradually began to settle down.
His routine consisted of daily Quidditch practice, daily study and research of magic, daily visits to the library to read books and deepen his understanding of magic, and daily pestering teachers from various subjects for magical instruction.
As for Quidditch training, due to his superb skills, Snape had specially granted him permission to attend less often.
As time went on, his magical knowledge and skill level also grew rapidly; he had almost mastered all of the first-year spells and had begun to study second-year material ahead of schedule.
More than two months passed in a flash, and the time slowly approached October. The weather began to turn cold, and many young Wizards caught colds because of it.
Fortunately, Nurse Pince, the school Nurse, had created a revitalizing potion. After drinking it, smoke would billow from one's ears for several hours, but the effect was immediate, easily curing the cold.
George sat by the window in the library, quietly reading a book. Outside, a light rain was falling, and occasionally, a young Witch in the library would look up and secretly glance at him.
Thanks to the abundant food at Hogwarts over the past few months, he was no longer the scrawny boy he once was.
"It's time. You may all go back now."
The thin, elderly librarian, Madam Pince, stood up and addressed all the young Wizards still reading in the library.
George checked the time; it was already 8 PM, time for the library to close.
He borrowed the unfinished book, left the library, and planned to continue reading in the Slytherin common room.
Meanwhile, it was 8 AM in the Marvel Universe, and George's main body was already riding his motorcycle to Bronx.
Tony Stark had been kidnapped for nearly three months, and he was expected to escape and return soon. Over these three months, Leon had also completely transformed the Chebel Family into the Leon Family.
Therefore, the previous plan was also about to begin.
In truth, due to the previous car change and the past few months of food expenses, Gabriella and Wolverine's savings were almost depleted. He genuinely needed to earn money, and the children urgently needed to attend school.
These children from the laboratory had been trained as assassins since childhood; they had never received a normal education and lacked common sense.
Gabriella was just an ordinary Nurse with limited education, Isa was a driver with no significant academic background and was still diligently learning to fly a plane, and Wolverine could teach combat and history but wasn't proficient in other areas.
Caliban originally started his black market business because he lacked education.
The most comprehensive was Professor X, who graduated from Harvard University at 16 and also attended Oxford University and Columbia University, earning multiple Dr. degrees in biology, psychology, and other fields.
However, his health was poor, requiring frequent medication, and he spent most of his time in the Cerebro chamber to prevent sudden seizures.
On the rooftop of the former dance hall in Bronx, George took out an ordinary letter and placed it on the ground. Then, he quickly waved his hands and began to cast a spell. After the magic was imprinted on the envelope, he picked up the envelope and recorded what he wanted to say.
That's right, he was currently making a Howler.
He hadn't been wasting his time constantly in the library. Besides studying magic, he also spent time learning some Alchemy, which is how to make magical items.
Naturally, he couldn't master high-difficulty magical items like wands, flying brooms, magical cars, and Portkeys so quickly, but simple ones like Howlers were very easy to get the hang of.
After making a Howler, he pinned a brooch to it and waited quietly on the rooftop.
About half an hour later, the triumphant Leon, cigar in mouth, emerged from the dance hall with a group of his subordinates and got into the extended Lincoln parked at the entrance.
At that moment, George also activated his ability to control the brooch, carrying the Howler, and flew out from the rooftop, slipping into the car just as the door was about to close.
He had carefully considered it during this time. For someone who operates in the underworld like Leon, it's better to be cautious, at least until his strength allows him to disregard modern firearms.
So, if possible, it's best not to have too frequent contact and to maintain an air of mystery as much as possible.
The unknown is usually the most terrifying.
This way, even if Leon faces a threat in the future, as long as it's not a fatal one, he should not dare to betray him.
Because George was too mysterious in Leon's eyes, he wouldn't know what terrifying retaliation he would face if he betrayed him, which made it safer.
"A letter?"
Leon was about to close the door when he suddenly noticed a letter squeeze through the car's seam and land on his lap, leaving him a bit bewildered.
However, upon seeing the name on the envelope, his pupils instantly constricted, so he quickly opened the door and stuck his head out to look around.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
The subordinate driving asked with some confusion.
Leon turned his head and looked around, finding only his own subordinates and no one else. He took a deep breath, sat back in the car, and instructed:
"It's nothing. You get out and wait for me. I want to be alone in the car for a moment."
Although the driving subordinate didn't understand what was happening, he obediently got out of the car.
Leon picked up the letter in his hand. There was only one word on the envelope: "God of Death"!
More than two months ago, he was almost killed, and a mysterious person named "God of Death" saved him.
Now, he had finally cleared all obstacles, including the remaining faction led by Che Bi'er, Chebel's son, completely transforming the Chebel Family into the Leon Family.
He also became one of the thirteen most powerful people in the Bronx underworld.
But that "God of Death" had never appeared, which had become a lingering concern for him.
On one hand, he was genuinely grateful for the life-saving grace and wanted to repay it. On the other hand, he was also very wary, wary of such a mysterious individual who could easily kill Chebel.
Because that meant it would seem equally simple for the other party to kill him.
This was also one of the reasons why he always brought a group of subordinates with him when he went out.
People are like this: when they are subordinates, they don't think as much, and they aren't as afraid of death.
But when they become a boss, a person of high status, they start to think a lot and become afraid of death.
He picked up the envelope and carefully opened it, but to his confusion, the envelope was empty; there was no letter inside.
However, in the next second, he gasped in surprise, frozen on the spot.
Because the envelope suddenly flew out of his hand, floated in the air, transformed into a mouth, and began to speak:
"Leon, tonight at midnight, come to the rooftop alone and wait for me."
After speaking, the mouth bit itself into a pile of fragments and fell down.
It took a full ten seconds for Leon to react, then he took a deep breath and murmured:
"What kind of existence is this gentleman?
Could it be a God, or truly a demon from hell?"
At this moment, he remembered the wish he had made on the rooftop just before his near-death experience, and he couldn't help but shiver.
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