Kapitel 387: Another Hunt?

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"Y-You can fly?"

Quinn secured the Horcrux into one of his pockets and turned to face the shocked Bogrod who had just seen him float up to the Horcrux. Flight wasn't something explored in the magical world, and despite the planet's rich history, no supernatural species without the innate ability to fly had managed to take flight. As far as he knew, Voldemort was the only one who had managed to discover the magic of true, unaided flight. Even his wind magic wasn't considered true flight.

He wondered how he should respond to Bogrod. Flight was something he had ended up locking in for the Invisible Vigilante persona, and Quinn West person wasn't supposed to have. But after a moment of thought, he came to arrive at the thought that the Invisible Vigilante's flying capabilities weren't ever made public. If DMLE was to share that information with anyone, Gringotts and goblins would be way down the list.

"Possibility of extending our powers. . . that's what you said to me before, wasn't it," he spoke to the stunned goblin. "I wouldn't deny that magical foci created by the human race have allowed us to gain a certain level of dominance on the planet. . . but it is not an end of all solution. There's magic coursing inside every one of us, and with all that power, it opens the door to infinite possibility. It is only the question of who grabs the opportunity and makes the most of it." He patted Bogrod's shoulder as he walked out of the vault. "Your kind simply needs to find and aid the goblins capable and willing to chase after the infinite possibility— that's how you extend power, not by being bitter about another race's fruit of labor."

Quinn couldn't deny that even though he didn't like how his life was now, securing the fifth Horcrux and giving the rousing speech to Bogrod had put him in a jolly mood. The only way this day could be better was if Voldemort somehow surrendered his life.

Just as they came into the vaults, Quinn and Bogrod exited the deep underground— quietly and without any problem. No one except three souls knew what had happened.

"Give Riphook a promotion," said Quinn. He wasn't going to reveal what had happened today, and neither was Bogrod, as long as he didn't want to face the full wrath of his kind. "A promotion with increased authority and a pay bump will be enough incentive for him not to speak of today's another person. I think that'll be best for everyone, don't you think?"

Bogrod nodded, but his eyes were intently staring at Quinn. There was a mix of anticipation and threat in the black eyes, which differed from humans.

"You don't have to look at me like this," smiled Quinn. He took out the box storing the ancient dagger and handed it to the eager goblin. "I won't go back on our bargain. Today went as it was supposed to go— simple and without a fuss— and I have no intention to complicate and muddle it." But Bogrod was no longer listening; his entire being was taking in the ancient glory of his ancestors. The sight made Quinn chuckle.

After ensuring everything was in place, and no one had noticed something wrong, Quinn bade Bogrod farewell. He changed his back to the John persona appearance in the lounge and stepped out of Gringotts as a happy middle-aged man. However, by the time he had reached Leaky Cauldron, all the joy was gone, replaced by suspicion and vigilance.

He was being followed.

He was sure of it. In the short walk from the bank to the inn, he had a prickling intuition that someone was watching him. To confirm he had a tail, he stopped to get a bite to eat and stealthily scoured the area to find there were at least three people who were keeping note of him. One of them even came to dine at the outdoor restaurant he was eating at; surely to keep a closer check.

'Who the hell are they?' he thought. He had sent out a Legilimency probe out to the nearest person, but the man had a strong enough Occlumency that there was a possibility of alerting him.

Quinn slowly ate his meal with his mind racing to figure out who these people were. As he finished the last bite, he had decided to find out who these people were, why they were following him, and everything else they could give him.

'They're following me, so be it.' He exited the restaurant and took the Leaky Cauldron exit to enter the non-magical London. He made sure to travel slowly and made it easier for them to follow after him. A map of London materialized in his mind. He knew the layout of major cities because of the Labyrinth project— the placement of doors had taken up an extensive amount of research— and a put of that research was to find areas with the least amount of non-magical activity.

Incidentally, one such candidate location was near Leaky Cauldron.

Quinn led the tail to a park that didn't see many visitors because of the bad state it was in. The only people that could be found there were hobos and people wanting a place to get high or drunk. He walked deep into the park, circled the area once before sitting on a bench with a book in hand. . . and waited for the playing field to set itself.

Slowly he dissipated magic into the air around and spread it out. He sucked in a sharp breath as he gained what felt like another sense— it was a great experience, but not something he was used to. His magic in the air sent back the rough location of the people around him. . .

'Twenty—' the number shocked him '— twenty people! What are they overcompensating for?' But it didn't matter; he could take all of them— and the more there were, the more information he could get out. 'Time to get the party started. . . I have been feeling irritated; this will hit just the spot.'

He snapped his fingers, and the mini ward stone tied to a spatial locking ward that he carried around because of his work with the Snatchers came to life. He stood up, and he could feel the disturbance in the air as the twenty people felt the ward around them.

"People hiding around me, let's not be rude; why not you all show yourself, and we can talk like civilized people," said Quinn. 'John's' lanky frame straightened up like a ramrod with his hands behind his back. "We are all alone; no one will come here because of the wards— I'm sure this is what all of us want, correct? Come out— now."

Quinn roamed his eyes at the scene with ancient trees dotting the park with dry foliage covering the ground and paved paths in their fall colors. If not for the garbage that was thrown without care, it was almost picturesque. After a moment, he heard the rustle of leaves as people dressed in tan-brown attires stepped from behind trees while others dropped their invisibility spells. Soon, he had a dozen men and women surrounding him, with eight still hidden, but Quinn didn't call them out and let them think that he didn't know.

"What can I do for you all finely dressed people?" asked Quinn with confidence, but his eyes darted around with unhidden distrust. He had to put up a vigilant act to give them confidence.

"Quinn."

Hearing his name made Quinn purse his lips into a thin white line. He looked down at the ground near his shoes for a moment in silence before he released his magic, and the 'John' disguise melted away, leaving Quinn in his original appearance.

He turned back toward the person who called his name. "Are you from Gringotts? I told Bogrod I didn't want this to be messy—" He didn't need to continue for him to get the answer as it was staring him in the eye.

". . . Aksel Thorne," he said with unhidden surprise. Aksel Thorne, the co-founder of Limax Group, a "Private Security" firm sponsored by Quinn's father, Adam West, and later by George West after Adam's death. The man in front of him had been with Quinn in Denmark and Italy, both times acting as his guide and bodyguard. "If you're here, then that must mean he sent you. . ."

"Your grandfather wants you home, Quinn," said Aksel, the large, athletic, and militant man. "He and everyone in your family has been worried sick about whereabouts. You need to return home so that everyone rest can easy."

"And he sent you to get me home," Quinn looked around, "and you brought along all of this. . ."

"Please come with us; we don't want this to get ugly. We are in a no-maj area, and if this gets out of hand, we will get in trouble with the authorities. I'm sure, like us, you don't want to break the secrecy laws," said Aksel, keeping his voice and body language as non-threatening as he could.

"Yeah, kid, give this tomfoolery up and come back with us," came a voice from behind. Quinn turned and again faced some he recognized.

"Mr. Neil. . . you're here as well," said Quinn. The man who looked like a delinquent was another Limax co-founder. He had only met Neil once in Denmark. Quinn decided to pay attention to the faces of the people and was surprised that the third founder was present as well. "Even Mr. Lucas came . . all three of you're here." Lucas, the taciturn of the three, waved his hand.

"Your grandfather made all three of us personally come here for you," said Neil, as if the entire interaction was a big bother. "The last time we got three got together for a mission was. . . I can't even remember when that was, that's how long it has been. That's why let's end this so we can get back to our lives. I left vacation to come here, kid. Don't make this more of a hassle than it already has been."

Quinn didn't reply to Neil; instead, he turned to Aksel and asked, "You brought both of them together without you—" he noticed something in Aksel's expression "— you didn't bring them. . . you were made to bring them. . . . What did grandfather told you, Mr. Aksel?"

"That you have run away from home for some reason and need to return home," said Aksel concisely.

"How did you even find me?"

"You might be nifty with magic, Quinn. But we have been doing this as a job for decades. It took a little effort, but it wasn't that difficult."

"Did he tell you why I ran away?"

"We asked, but he refused to divulge."

Quinn's eyes shined. This meant they didn't know his alternate identity. His grandfather had kept Limax in the dark and held back a lot of information that could've helped them. A smile broke out on Quinn's face— by keeping it hidden, his grandfather had given him an advantage.

He turned his smile into a chuckle and pointed at all the people surrounding him. "All three founders along with so many people just to catch me? Don't you think this is going overboard? I have just finished schooling."

It was Neil who answered, "Your grandfather thinks you're dangerous because you took out a dozen Death Eaters. I saw the files on them— they were amateurs; I could've done that."

'This is good,' thought Quinn. 'This doesn't need to get messy.'

Quinn loosened his arms and shook his hand a little. He breathed in and out before saying,

"Sorry, but if anything, I'm not easy."

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Quinn West - MC - No! I'm the only one who hunts! The other way around doesn't work!

Aksel Thorn - Limax - Let's go home, okay?

Neil - Limax - Come on, man! I'm missing ladies on the beach!

Lucas - Limax - *Wave.*

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Kapitel 388: Let's Dance

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Quinn prepared his magic as he thought about the situation he was in.

Aksel Thorn's talk about the risk of breaking the secrecy laws was real. Even though the park wasn't a popular population spot, it was still in London, the most populated city in the country. Any commotion that leaked out would reach the massive non-magical population, further alerting the authorities. That snowball would roll down the slope to reach the ears of DMLE for a team of Aurors, Hit Wizards, and Obliviators to arrive at the scene to contain the mess. Which Quinn was sure neither he nor Limax wanted to happen— it was an element that'd get both of them in trouble they wouldn't even want to touch with a long stick.

The fight hadn't even started, but Quinn was already regretting his choice. This wasn't his previous brawls as the Invisible Vigilante, where he could create as much commotion as he wanted— he had to be careful to not attract attention. . . which meant that he had a paper ceiling above his head that was very easy to tear. It was better for him to be in a spacious place, away from curious eyes, where he could let his magic work freely. The current location was tilted in favor of the Limax group.

'It's okay; not all is bad,' Quinn thought, 'I have the element of surprise. . . and I'm a West.'

Without warning, Quinn broke into a sprint and ran towards the tree nearest to him, ducking just in time to have half a dozen spells miss him. He hid behind a tree and again regretted one of his decision to set up a spatial-locking ward; it would've been better to escape rather than fight them head-on. By the time that thought ended, half of the tree trunk had been turned into splinters about to break apart.

'Time to move.' He triggered body magic and rushed out, threw a zig-zag in his path, and ran towards the nearest person with a shield that took the brunt of three stunners and multiple anti-shield spells, which surprised Quinn— Limax was looking to really take him out quickly. His shield held up, and he continued to charge the nearest man. Quinn shot a disarming spell at the man— but surprisingly, the man countered it and shot a point-blank stunner in Quinn's face.

Red exploded in front of Quinn's eyes. The Limax member in front of Quinn smiled with victory, but the next second, the red spell shrunk down into a point between Quinn's hand. Quinn raised his foot, front kicked the man a few steps back, and then returned the stunner back into the man's face, knocking him out cold. Before the man could even fall, Quinn used Empyrean ropes to pull him up and then used the body as a meat shield that took five stunners in the chest.

"Friendly fire?!" Quinn yelled as a taunt from behind the man's body. "I thought a mercenary group would be better than this."

Limax members' eyes followed as Quinn dropped the man to the ground, and when they looked up, Quinn was gone.

"He's still here; find him!" yelled Aksel to the team. Four members cast magic, and the entire area was flushed with a wave of blue. Aksel kept his eye peeled as he swept the area to find a momentary blur running towards a tree. "He's running East! Niel, the tree to your left!"

Neil turned to the tree with a savage smile. His wand vibrated with screaming magic that was unleashed towards the general area with a Latin incantation.

"Niel, don't— !" Aksel's attempt to stop was drowned by the loud crack of the tree being uprooted and then split in the middle, followed by being blasted into a grenade of splinters. "Neil! What the hell are you doing?! We need him in one piece!" He hastily turned to Lucas, "The sound?" Lucas nodded, and Aksel sighed in relief.

"He'll be fine; the kid is good with magic," Neil waved it off. The dust settled with the falling leaves and what left was the remnants of the once brutally murdered tree. . . but no sign of Quinn. "Is his Disilluisionment somehow still on?" said Neil as he cast a spell to check. His expression changed faster than a Snitch on its wings; he yelled out, "He's not here! I didn't get him!"

All Limax members armed themselves with spells on the tip of their tongues. A silence passed through the fall leaves beneath them as twenty veteran mercenaries scoured their surroundings. A crunching of leaves sounded out, and everyone turned to watch as a Limax member fell to the ground. Immediately, all tensed their nerves. . . they were two out.

"I want a reveal," commanded Aksel. On his order, bursts of the counter-illusion spell were sent out; however, unlike the last time, there was not even a blip of distorting movement on the ground.

"AaaaAhH!"

Everyone turned to see one of the Limax member's legs disappear into the red-yellow canopy of the tree. Aksel held his hand up in a fist to stop everyone from bombarding the tree. Lucas swung his wand, and every single leaf on the target tree fell. . . and along with it came tumbling the unconscious body. Everyone stared at the fall except Aksel, Neil, and Lucas, who flushed the tree with a gust of freezing winds that froze icicles on the naked tree top. There was no one there.

"Be attentive—"

A muffled groan was followed by a thump in the dry leaves. Eyes widened as they pointed their wands to their fallen comrade, who had been standing right in the middle of the formation. There wasn't need for an order for the surrounding people to riddle the area with a torrent of spells. . . alas, the magic just passed through.

"Where is the brat?" asked Neil heatedly. Unexpectedly, the answer arrived immediately.

"I'm here, don't worry. . . " The Limax team got startled as Quinn's voice sounded from seemingly everywhere. They looked around to no avail. The voice continued, "Let's end this, Mr. Aksel. I can't return home, and I'm sure all of you have more important things to do—" Aksel gave a glance to Lucas, who nodded and stealthily began casting magic "— let's make a small commotion here; a contained explosion will do, and then all of us leave— you can go back to grandfather and tell him that you found me, but because of the explosion, you lost sight of me and had to leave before non-magical eyes got here. . . after that spend a couple of days looking for until you declare that I can't be found. . . put some rookies on the busywork of trying to find me while the experienced squad can leave for more important work. How about that? Seems like a sound plan."

Lucas nodded to Aksel and got a nod back. "We can't do that, Quinn. It would undermine us in the eyes of your grandfather. We have a reputation to uphold. I have many people working under me who have mouths to feed; I can't have the firm's image be tarnished. So, please come out."

Aksel gave the signal. A spell escaped Lucas' wand and hit its target. The vacant spot suddenly had a wide-eyed Quinn facing multiple wands; he immediately raised his hands in surrender.

"Let's not make this more difficult than it has already been, Quinn," said Aksel, taking out a pair of thick cuffs from his vest. "I would rather have put these on instead of taking half a dozen stunners in the chest. Please believe me, taking any more than five takes a month and a half of complete bed rest and some nasty medicines to recover from."

Quinn wrinkled his nose, his raised hands clenched into fists as he struggled with the decision. He locked eyes with Aksel and softly shook his head. A split-second later, there was a spell in Quinn's hand, but before he could cast it, he was hit by multiple stunners.

Aksel sighed at Quinn's prone body on the ground. "Wands at ready." He stepped towards and crouched near Quinn's body, but when he raised his hand to touch Quinn, it passed through it as if Quinn was a ghost. Aksel's eyes widened as he stood up and turned to freeze.

At the very back of the group, Quinn was gazing at him. He stood behind one of the Limax members with one of his hands just beneath her nose, holding a vial of yellow potion that entered her body through the nose in the form of fumes, while his other hand was on her temple casting some magic.

Quinn let her go, stepped back, and vanished into thin air as if melding into the surroundings, all the while still staring at Aksel.

"Lira?" Aksel called to his subordinate, who had her head bowed. The woman named Lira raised her to reveal glazed-over, hazy eyes. She raised her wand up as the rest of the Limax team turned towards her. Aksel took in the scene for a moment before he yelled, "On guard—"

Lira, with all her power and skill as a veteran mercenary, cast magic on her teammates, who weren't expecting to be shot at by one of their own. In the mere ten seconds that she had before she was spelled down, Lira took out four of her teammates.

"Fuck!" spat Neil, whose spell knocked Lira out. "That's it, kid! Come out, and I'll only break a few of your bones!"

As if responding to his words, four red spells manifested in the air— right in the center of where the Limax members were standing. The four spell-lights zapped away and struck four people in their chest, sending them flying a couple feet. The initial spells hadn't even hit their target when four more appeared and launched themselves at yet another four Limax members.

Aksel, Neil, and Lucas, who hadn't been targeted, all immediately let out some severe spell-power to the origin of magic. A bright shield was immediately erected in response to their spell, but the Limax-founder's magic tore, ate, and shattered the shield to strike the caster.

Quinn immediately became visible, slapping his sleeve, which was on fire. "Shit, shit, shit, I liked this suit," he said in a tone not suitable to the situation. He looked up at them and spoke, "Well, it's only four of us up now. Me and the original gang— reminds me of the afternoon in Denmark when we first met."

"What did you to her?" asked Aksel with a tone void of any previous softness.

"Organized chaos," said Quinn, smiling proudly. "Potion of madness combined with some suggestions planted in the front of her mind. I pointed to a direction, and her honed instincts did the rest. . . don't worry, neither Ms. Lira nor I used any lethal spells; everyone will be up and running within a week of rest." He again raised his hands, "You don't have to look at me like that. You're here to arrest me against my will; I had to retaliate. . . Listen, I'm sorry that you had to be involved in this family dispute, and if it's any consolation, I think you're on the right side— it's just not the time for the wrong side to be defeated." Quinn pointed at the knocked-out bodies and continued, "Isn't this enough? This would be enough for grandfather to get off your back. Believe me, if you tell this exactly as it was— he'd thank you and tell you to rest."

Aksel shook his head and continued to do so for a moment. "We are taking you home today; there's no other way to it." Lucas stared a Quinn with a face that could be confused with a statue, while Neil looked like he wanted to kill and drink Quinn's blood.

Quinn rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck,

"Let's dance then."

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Quinn West - MC - I like to tango.

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