Chapter 80. Take Down His Lair
Lynn rushed to Professor Fawkes's bedside and yanked off his blanket.
Fawkes was startled and stared blankly at Lynn.
"Go! Go now! Professor, that cripple from yesterday has brought a group of men! They're armed!"
he whispered. The next moment, Professor Fawkes jolted awake, all sleepiness gone.
He had spent some time in Muggle society and knew how intimidating guns were to normal people!
"They want to kill us? But there's no reason!" Professor Fawkes jumped out of bed. He didn't seem too panicked, but his face was full of confusion.
"Never mind that for now, let's make a strategic retreat!" Lynn said urgently.
"Why don't you just say escape?"
"Because that would lack momentum."
"..."
...
"They're still not up, are they?" Smith frowned as he watched Leon call room service and knock heavily on the door again.
Leon sensed something was wrong. He stepped aside and ordered Simon,
"Break it open!"
"That's not a good idea, considering the hotel owner is Stock's brother-in-law."
"Who cares! If we don't break it open, they'll be far away!"
Simon took a few steps back and then charged at the door.
In just one blow, he smashed it open.
The three old men rushed in, but the room was empty.
"Fuck! They got away!" Smith cursed.
The window was wide open, and the tied-up sheets fluttered in the wind outside.
Leon peeked out the window and could still see Lynn and the others running down the street.
"We'll chase them!"
Countless guests in the hotel poked their heads out of their rooms, watching the three old men thumping down the stairs, completely bewildered.
They got into Simon's pickup truck and chased after Lynn and his companions in the direction they had fled.
Lynn glanced back, then immediately pulled Professor Fawkes into a side alley.
"Luckily, I didn't have time to retrieve my luggage yesterday," Lynn said, relieved as they ran.
Professor Fawkes sighed regretfully, "It's just a pity about the room rate; we paid for three days."
"We're lucky we escaped. The key is we have no grudge against them, so why are they chasing us?"
"Do they think we're from the Ministry of Magic?"
"What's the penalty for hunting down a Ministry of Magic agent?"
"There's no death penalty under magical law; it should be life imprisonment in Azkaban."
As they talked, they suddenly realized they had unknowingly run into a dead end!
"Get over here!" Lynn decided immediately, seeing the wall wasn't high.
"Professor, climb up first, then pull me up!"
However, just as Professor Fawkes was on the wall and had pulled Lynn up, a loud shout suddenly came, stopping them.
"Don't move! Or don't blame me for shooting at you!"
Simon grinned maliciously, pointing his shotgun at Lynn and his companion. Leon followed breathlessly behind, with the cripple Smith trailing even further behind.
"Good job, Simon! You didn't mess up this time after all." Leon patted the fat man's shoulder happily.
Lynn and Professor Fawkes were devastated, even raising their hands in despair.
Suddenly, Lynn's sharp eyes caught sight of the shotgun in Simon's hand.
"Keep running! Professor! That gun is a bluff!"
Lynn shoved Professor Fawkes, and the two jumped off the wall and ran for their lives!
Simon was puzzled: "How do they know my gun is a bluff?"
Leon glanced at the shotgun in Simon's hand and instantly felt like he was going crazy with anger!
"You idiot! The barrel's crooked! Who can you fool!"
They were blocked by the wall, and after climbing over it, they couldn't see Lynn anywhere.
They'd lost him.
...
Lynn and Professor Fawkes ran for over an hour before finally stopping to rest at a bus stop.
"That shouldn't be happening. We've never even met, what could be the grudge?" Professor Fawkes muttered.
Lynn thought of a reason.
"Could it be that they know you're a professor at Hogwarts? They want to kidnap you and me to extort Dumbledore."
Professor Fawkes glared at him. "Even after all that, they still have the nerve?"
"What else could it be? There's no other explanation now."
"So what do we do now? With them like that, reconciliation is basically impossible."
Lynn ran his fingers through his hair, feeling that the past two days had been absolutely terrible, everything had just gone wrong.
"We can't just sit here and take the beating, we have to fight back."
Professor Fawkes was now basically relying on Lynn for decisions, but he thought this suggestion was unreliable.
"They outnumber us, and they're local bullies, we can't beat them."
Lynn squinted at Fawkes.
"Professor, you misunderstood me. This isn't the magical world, it's a society governed by law. Fighting and killing will get you arrested and imprisoned."
"Then how do you plan to retaliate?"
Lynn raised an eyebrow.
"Didn't I say? This is a society governed by law. They're committing violence in the street with guns—it's utterly lawless! Isn't there a saying? If you're in trouble, call the police. Let's call 999!"
Five minutes later, in a phone booth.
Professor Fawkes hung up the phone with a blank expression.
His expression was very strange, like an old father who had just learned that his son had undergone gender reassignment surgery in Thailand.
"What did they say?" Lynn asked, blinking.
Professor Fawkes seemed to still be in shock.
"They said…we stole cattle from those people's farm."
"Huh?"
"They also told us to hurry up and turn ourselves in to the police station and try to get leniency."
"Fuck!"
Lynn was now trembling with anger, his hands and feet were ice-cold, furious at the political corruption and incompetence of the British Empire!
Another path cut off, Professor Fawkes said with a worried look.
"What else can we do now? Maybe we should just leave and live as Muggles for the rest of our lives. I think life as a Muggle isn't so bad compared to being a wizard; we have food, drink, and TV."
Lynn listened to Professor Fawkes's dismissive speech, a look of exasperation at his lack of ambition.
"How can you think like that, Professor? We're not in dire straits yet; we still have a chance!"
"What chance do we have?"
"The curse on this city is protection left by Grindelwald for his men. We can go check out the Saints' lair; maybe we'll find something."
Professor Fawkes looked at him in surprise: "You know where their lair is?"
Lynn subconsciously touched his smooth chin.
"I know the lair of one of them."
He pointed to a billboard not far away.
Simon Farm at your service. This farm specializes in wheat, vegetables, and high-quality live cattle…
Farm address: No. 106, Hanks Town, Northwest of Abros.
The billboard also featured a large picture of Simon, a fat old man grinning with a mouthful of yellow teeth, looking like a fool.
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