My Uncle? I'm Also A Pure Blood Sacred Twenty-Eight ?

"Braun couldn't determine the gender of the individuals.

The sudden appearance of Braun surprised the other party, who seemed taken aback.

There was a sense of vigilance in their looks.

Both of them were currently in a messy state.

The clothes on Braun were noticeably ill-fitting and covered in mud, and his hair was tangled.

Additionally, Cassatt's appearance, carrying an animal skin bag with two human heads at his waist, didn't give off a favorable impression.

"Is that Braun?" Old Tom, the bar owner, tentatively shouted.

"Yes, it's me!"

"Oh my god, boy, how did you end up like this? What happened?" He asked in shock.

It had been nearly half a month since the Braun family disappeared. Many believed they were dead. Who would have expected Braun to reappear after half a month? It was completely unexpected.

"I was kidnapped by werewolves, and then I killed two and brought back a prisoner," Braun calmly explained. He had no intention of hiding the truth. Besides, even if he wanted to hide it, it wouldn't be easy. The Ministry of Magic would thoroughly investigate and interrogate him upon finding out about his return. It was better to be straightforward and honest.

"Boom!" A loud noise suddenly erupted in the bar. Two wizards in Auror attire appeared with serious expressions.

Upon seeing the Aurors, several old wizards who were drinking seemed uneasy. Without saying much, they paid for their drinks and hurriedly left.

One of the Aurors attempted to pursue him, but the owner of the leaky cauldron stopped him.

"You can't arrest people in bars; that's the rule!" Tom stated it firmly. Despite the flat tone, it was unquestionable.

The Leaky Cauldron, being the premier establishment in Diagon Alley, not only served as a bar but also guarded the entrance to the entire Diagon Alley. Combined with the identity of the Sacred Twenty-Eight of the Abbott family, even the Aurors had to do Old Tom a favor. Moreover, their mission today wasn't concerning small fry.

"Braun Rowle. We were sent by the Ministry of Magic to investigate your disappearance," one of the senior wizards said solemnly.

Braun nodded. "Of course, I'd be happy to cooperate. But can you prepare me something to eat first?"

The two Aurors looked hesitant, but Old Tom promptly served Braun a sandwich and a glass of orange juice. Braun quickly consumed both and then began recounting the events.

"So, your parents were killed... and you killed two?" I looked at the two Aurors in disbelief.

Braun gestured to Cassatt to hand over the items at his waist. Looking at the two shrunken heads, their heads had become much smaller. The Aurors felt uncomfortable instinctively, but they took them and, after careful observation, confirmed they belonged to werewolves.

Compared to wizards, werewolves have canine teeth on the sides of their mouths. The child in front of them was not lying.

"This last werewolf?" They inquired, placing down the shrunken heads. They looked at Cassatt, standing beside Braun. His expression grew vigilant as he retrieved his magic wand from his robes.

"We need to take him away for investigation!" one of them declared, moving forward to detain Cassatt.

"Sorry, sir, I don't think that's a good idea!" Braun stood in front of them with a calm expression, but his melancholy black eyes gradually turned red, looking rather frightening.

He didn't shy away from the truths revealed through their eye contact. The Rowle family had always been adept at soul magic. His parents were renowned psychiatrists at St. Mungo's Hospital. It was normal for him to have some blood transformations different from ordinary people. My Sharingan ability was related to hallucinations; even if I told them, not many would doubt it.

"Are you going to challenge the Ministry of Magic?" The Auror asked sternly, but the middle-aged Auror became more serious upon seeing Braun's blood-red eyes.

Though unaware of the type of witchcraft it was, the malevolent and terrifying aura made him understand that the boy in front of him was not as ordinary as he seemed.

Seeing the opponent's resilience, Braun stood his ground. Cassatt deserved his fate, but he had been the best servant since Braun lost his family and had no one at home. Without him, some of the dirty work would have to be done by Braun himself.

"He's my servant now!" Braun reiterated solemnly. I too am a pure-blood, and presently the Ministry of Magic is still predominantly controlled by pure-bloods. One's status was likely to deter the opponent. As for why they didn't make a move, initiating conflict would alter the circumstances. Regardless of the outcome, charges of assaulting an auror were inevitable. He didn't want to end up in Azkaban right out of the wolf's den.

Sure enough, seeing Braun's unwavering stance, the younger Auror grew impatient. He intended to draw his wand but was halted by a middle-aged Auror beside him.

"Boom!" Another loud bang echoed in the bar. "