Wake up to Reality

Two weeks until Christmas. Students who will spend Christmas with their families next week would go home.

"Axy," Henry muttered, sitting by the window in his room, leaning his arm on the sill, watching the view.

Axy appeared out of nowhere and knelt, looking at Henry.

"Are the orders I gave you completed?" Henry asked.

"I have carried out your orders, my lord," said Axy, pulling a scroll from her pocket and handing it to Henry.

Henry took the scroll from Axy's hand and examined it. The scroll contained many addresses, amounts of money, and friends of his family.

Most of the addresses and names were made up of Britain's big organised criminals and their money. This was not the part Henry was interested in. They were relatives and friends of his family.

This information was not necessary, but it was prepared in advance so that there would be no problem when obtaining the adult license. The most important names on the list were the population directorate of the region where his family lived.

That was the part that interested Henry. He would play with the memory of the people here, use the Imperius curse, then erase their memories with Obliviate and create false memories again.

He would do this on everyone he came in contact with during this process to get definitive results.

'Alf shows the aim list,' Henry ordered.

He had before his eyes a training and aim program designed to be most efficient for these processes. The Imperius and Obliviate spells were analysed and optimised by Alf. Since he did not want to practice magic in Hogwarts, he managed with simulations. He would have enough practice during the robbery.

Hiding was a skill he practiced every hour of every day. His progress was so good he even ordered Alf to create a version of this skill for house elves. Axy was still training in this skill.

His magic abilities had also seen improvement in the past month. He could now fight like a master padawan.

He hadn't deleted the trace because when getting an adult license, there would have to be a trace in the middle, so he had ordered Alf to develop a method that he could turn off at any time.

This order was more difficult than erasing the trace, taking a month to complete. He would devote the week before holiday to practicing knife handling. He was considering not using magic so as not to leave any traces behind him during the robbery, even if the trace no longer restrains him.

He wasn't going to kill all the listed gangs, he would just rob some and force them to commit suicide with imperius. Of course, he would first use them for his practice puppets for Obliviate.

He had never committed murder before in his past life, or even strayed from most of society's rules. The reason he followed the rules was that he did not want to take responsibility for the crimes he would commit. He did not have the social or financial resources to escape this responsibility.

He knew that as Henry, he could get rid of these responsibilities very easily. Morally, he had never cared for anyone but himself and his family. Humans were animals, very dangerous animals. Although modern society has tamed humans, being human has had nothing to do with modernity, according to history.

He would kill, steal, and run for anything he wanted or needed. He could kill people because he was bored, and he could bring the end to their society. His only moral line was to protect and take care of those he cared about.

Of course, these were not the way he lived his life, but the direction of his thoughts. In his new life, he may have scrutinised the privates of the people he stole without knowing it, but he still hadn't killed.

He wasn't afraid or disgusted at the thought of killing. Although it was a little unsettling to be able to kill for his pleasure, that was all he was worried about. He was ready, the time for action was approaching.

Meanwhile, Hagrid had the dragon captured. Aside from needing more facilities to keep dragons, trying to feed them in a school with hundreds of children was a decision that couldn't even be called stupid.

The week before the vacation, Henry decided to take the risk and hunt in the forbidden forest. His reaction to the killing during the robbery could cause him trouble. The sooner he gets used to it, the better.

He had Axy buy a Sith-like robe and a black mask from Diagon alley before heading to the forbidden forest. Of course, he made changes beyond recognition. Added new charms and design details.

Thus, if he encountered an intruder or guests, his recognition would be very hard. With its stealth, it was very unlikely, but in the magic world, nothing was impossible.

Robes and masks were not the only preparations. He had made two dozen senbons with precious metals he had found in the room of requirement. Another benefit of Alf's simulation was that he could replicate the physical world and materials almost perfectly and calculate the results of the desired operation.

In this way, he did not know whether it was as high quality as Goblin metal, but it could be said that it was one of the products made with the best material components and craftsmanship in the world.

He could use senbons with his telekinesis, a very deadly combination. With the increased materials, he made two ordinary daggers. With Alf's shadow mode, his crafting would be easy for him now that he had done his forged in the room of requirement.

He was training his body to increase his control, and after Alf's presence, this training was bearing one of its true fruits.

Now that he had the equipment for his secret identity, he decided to use the man for whom he set the standard for power as homage.

He took his mask in his hand and drew a 9 tomoe Sharingan symbol on it. He copied the voice of the artist, who sang Madara from his memory with magic. He went to the full-length mirror in his extended room and started putting on the equipment he had prepared.

Henry had grown another 5 cm in the past months. He was 155cm tall, weighed 50 kilograms, and had almost nobody fat. If you were to examine his naked body, you could see the muscle fibres with your naked eyes.

He still looked like a child, but it was hard to predict what kind of monster he would become in the future.

His hair had grown up to his ears, and he was continuing the hairstyle of his old life. He copied Christian Bale's hairstyle in the movie Dark Knight, but his hair loss at an early age didn't look good.

This time, it was a completely different situation. Dense black hair, straight black eyebrows, and eyes like the darkness of bottomless pits. Henry didn't waste any more time putting on his clothes and equipment.

Standing in front of the mirror with his mask in hand, he slowly placed the mask on his face with a terrible grin.

He removed his hand from the mask and looked at himself in the mirror and said, "Do you want to dance?" said a deep, dark voice.