After obtaining permission to go out, Elara certainly wasn’t just looking to stroll around Diagon Alley.
She wanted more to find an excuse to move freely in the Muggle world.
Regarding this, Kingsley and Tom, as her temporary guardians, naturally had no objections.
Tom even further compressed Elara’s working hours—although he made her get up at six in the morning to start tidying up as punishment for breaking the furniture, her daytime activity time actually increased significantly.
The day after getting her wand, Elara ran out after finishing half a day’s work.
Tom and Kingsley thought she was just being playful and were happy to see it—or perhaps she was going to buy things inconvenient to purchase in the wizarding world.
For this reason, Tom even returned that one pound to Elara, counting it as a salary advance.
Elara was indeed shopping this time, but one pound wouldn’t cut it.
What she needed to make up for was the issue of insufficient lethality in the Harry Potter world’s magic—she had to resort to the most powerful weapon in human history, the kind that makes others listen to your “truth.”
She had already observed that British gangsters liked to hold such things.
Thus, Elara began scouting and making preliminary preparations.
She seized every moment to practice magic, even temporarily shelving magic from other worlds in the mage system—after all, it was too expensive.
She only used cheap transparent crystals purchased as spellcasting materials to learn “Read Magic” and “Detect Magic.”
For the next week, she kept scouting outside the gang she had targeted.
Tom and Kingsley naturally asked what she was doing going out so many times.
“Of course, I’m earning money.
I’m helping others translate documents now; I can make at least a few hundred pounds a week.”
“Is that so?
Translating German and English?”
“That too, but mainly I earn money translating Chinese.”
Kingsley was astonished: “You know Chinese too?”
She knew Chinese in her previous life, which came in handy.
“Of course.
But I’m worried they might welch on the payment.
Why don’t you come with me to help bolster my position?” Elara said.
Tom and Kingsley exchanged a glance: “That works.”
Elara took Kingsley for a turn around the library opposite the gang’s location and introduced him to the “trading company employee” she was collaborating with.
That employee highly praised Elara’s extremely proficient Chinese level, saying that if not for Elara’s refusal, he would definitely invite her to be an interpreter—they offered a high salary of thousands of pounds a month, hoping that Kingsley, this “friend of Elara’s guardian,” could help speak to her family.
Kingsley naturally refused.
On the way back, he said: “You can live very well on your own, Elara.”
“But if I don’t have a decent set of clothes, they might not believe me,” Elara said with a smile.
“You always have a way.
You are a smart child, and a child with your own ideas—perhaps you don’t need our help.”
“Uncle Kingsley, how can you say that?
You let me enter the wizarding world, you helped me contact people at Hogwarts, and you helped me buy my school supplies.
You’ve helped me so much, how can you say it’s no help at all?
And this time, too—maybe they would have kidnapped me.
I’ve always been very scared, always feeling that I’m different.
But your appearance made me feel warmth; I am not alone in this world.” As she spoke, Elara silently shed tears.
“Sorry.” Kingsley could only say this, awkwardly patting her head.
He thought: Why was he so nervous?
She was just a displaced child.
“You must be wanting to exchange pounds for Galleons, right?” Kingsley pointed out Elara’s true intention for earning money.
“Something like that.
After all, Grandpa Tom has always taken good care of me, and I can’t keep living off him for free.”
“I’ll take you to Gringotts to exchange it later, otherwise those goblins might mess with it.”
“Thank you, Uncle Kingsley.” Elara broke into a smile through her tears—plan accomplished.
She had finally handled this overly sharp Auror.
While continuing to earn money by translating documents, Elara figured out the personnel turnover of that gang.
Against the backdrop of the full implementation of the Firearms (Amendment) Act 1988 and tightened controls, illegal firearms flowed into gangs through smuggling and refurbishment, and gang warfare between Manchester and London gangs occurred frequently, marking the transition of British gangs from being primarily knife-wielding to a full-blown era of gun possession.
She remembered this history and also had to be careful not to trip herself up, while avoiding excessive use of magic that would attract an investigation by the Ministry of Magic.
She did not intend to use the Dementor form—that was her final trump card.
The corpse characteristics left behind by a Dementor were too obvious; wizards would know at a glance.
Instead, planning in human form naturally increased the difficulty sharply.
This was also to verify the method for increasing her mage level.
Sorcerer levels seemed related to wizards in the Harry Potter world and would naturally increase over time.
And through her spell learning during this period, her mage level had actually increased by one.
Of course, her sorcerer level had also unknowingly reached level 10.
Clearly, researching magic could increase mage levels.
What about other methods?
Like combat or killing?
She had already started researching meditation, but that was clearly a long-term activity.
As for bloodier methods, she naturally wanted to try them vigorously.
The gang in front of her belonged to the Irish-descended Ronan brothers’ group, which had two core businesses: selling firearms and smuggling drugs.
There were fourteen people in total, considered a lower-level organization, controlling the surrounding area; even the group of children who stole wallets earlier had to pay them tribute.
They gathered here every Saturday to split the profits and discuss the next week’s action goals—such as vendettas, tasks arranged by higher-level organizations, turf wars, and so on.
Their firearms came from the higher-level organization, and they were only responsible for distribution and transport; their stock was not high, and their main business was still smuggling.
It could be said they were heinous.
This Wednesday, they would receive a new batch of firearms and some ammunition, looking like they were preparing for a unified action on Saturday.
There were three vehicles in total, and fourteen people—twelve of whom were old members, and two were newcomers, probably to avoid the unlucky number thirteen.
Elara prepared to wipe them all out at once.
Just fourteen people; she had already learned a spell with more practical value than the slow Severing Charm—Reducto.
This spell came from memories she had extracted from others’ brains; although not as complete as the “Cruciatus Curse,” it allowed her to learn it easily, and it was currently the strongest attack spell she had mastered (excluding the Dementors Kiss).
She didn’t dare to practice in Leaky Cauldron, so she ran to the sewers to test it—the power was terrifying, directly blasting a large hole.
As for the more complex “Cruciatus Curse,” Elara felt it might be because her sorcerer level wasn’t high enough that she couldn’t learn it.
She was quite intuitive with this type of Dark Arts, and the power was surprisingly great.
Although, she still hadn’t learned “Lumos.”