Chapter 40 - The Museum

Hermione Granger: Harry will still be the champion... headmaster Dumbledore said that a contract with the Goblet has already been signed and he simply has no choice not to participate.

Rias Gremory: And how will you help him?

Hermione Granger: We will prepare for the first stage. After the opening of the aura, all the spells began to turn out almost from the first attempts, even spells from older classes. So we will work together.

Hermione Granger: Although the headmaster still offered Harry the option with the worst results. That is, to participate, but not to try to win and immediately give up ... but Harry was not satisfied with this.

"My girl, now, if you don't mind, can you answer a few questions?" the old wizard asked with a kind smile, thereby pulling Hermione out of the "captivity" of the Chat.

- "Of course." the girl nodded confidently with her somewhat shaggy curls, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Minerva, that is, Professor McGonagall, of course." his half-glasses flashed and a smile graced his wrinkled face and he even winked, which caused Hermione to smile and continued. "She informed me about your words about the vision, you understand that this is very serious, right? Would you like a Sherbet lemon?"

"No, thanks for the offer, but I will refuse." the girl refused.

"Eh, but it's a delicious treat. " he put a slice in his mouth.

"Yes, I understand and my... visions have been confirmed so far. I knew that Harry would be chosen as the champion and that Professor Moody is actually a Death Eater, I tried to tell Professor McGonagall…"

"But she complained about your fantasy. " the old man sighed sadly. "Hermione, you're a smart girl and you should understand that the professor did not perceive your words, not because of evil, but simply because she thought that your imagination was running wild or that you were overworking ... admit it, how many books did you read during the holidays?" his glasses flashed, and the girl herself was a little embarrassed by such a question.

Of course, she was not as embarrassed as in the presence of Shinoa and her eternal ridicule towards her, absolutely non-existent feelings for Anthony, for the one who first saw her as a girl, and not a friend, but still to hear such words from the headmaster himself was ... unexpected.

"Twenty-four books... but I was just busy on vacation! My parents and I went to France and I didn't have time!" the girl immediately tried to justify herself, which earned a laugh from the old man.

"France, right? A great place to relax." the old man was clearly visited by pleasant memories. "But let's not talk about it, could you tell me what else you saw in your... vision."

"Do you believe me?"

"Of course, dear. Visions and divination are very subtle magical discipline that requires a lot of different cumulative actions, but sometimes they can occur spontaneously. Very rare, but still possible." The old wizard said authoritatively. "That's why I don't mind hearing what you've seen…"

***

"This is the second police car with flashing lights on." Lena said standing near the room window and looking down at the road where a police car had recently passed, apparently on someone's call.

"This is Gotham." I found something to say.

"You know, if it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't have come here alone." my sister confessed and, coming up to me, hugged me and pressed her face to my chest. " It would be better to go somewhere to the Dominican Republic or somewhere else... to California, for example."

"And you were very happy about the trip."

"It was my first flight and departure from the city, so, of course, I was excited." she playfully slapped her palm on me. "How do people live here at all? After all, just a couple of months ago, this mad clown appeared, and there are plenty of other criminals here."

"Gotham is still a major economic center of the United States." I shrugged my shoulders. "We have a flying guy who can throw a car on people's heads, so it's a matter of habit."

"Fair enough."

We spent the night together, cuddling on the same bed, which was very pleasant and without debauchery. Just lying down next to a loved one is worth a lot.

In the morning, I checked the Chat and, having made sure that nothing important was happening, decided to take a walk through some other hidden sights criminal ones. Lena was still asleep, hugging a pillow, so I cast a couple of spells on the room, just in case, and went outside.

- "Hm. " I took a deep breath. "Gotham… Cortana, did you find what I asked for?" I asked aloud.

"Yes, the dossier on all the criminals was easy to find in the database of the Gotham Police Department, but I believe that most of it have not yet been digitized."

"What about our costumed friend?" I asked another question passing by an elderly couple in the direction of not the safest area.

"Wayne's systems were reliably protected, I would even say, very reliably for today. There were three traps under the server, that is, if someone hacked the first line and was able to enter the network, then Wayne would immediately know about it. The second protection is even more complicated and it is not easy to detect, if someone were discovered and hacked, they would probably think that this is all. The third one also has a catch... it took me a whole four seconds."

"How glad I am that I have you. " I said sincerely.

"Master Luthor, are you still planning to follow the 'Earth' project? Especially the plan to create an organization of extraordinary and strong personalities?" Cortana asked.

"Maybe. Just realizing how many different threats exist in this world, I don't want to jump from place to place like a cricket. Only if the situation is really extraordinary, well, there is an attack of God-like personalities and so on down the list." I passed by some drug addict and went into a doorway, where he followed... and a second later he came back with a new outlook on life, and I teleported to the roof of a high-rise.

With the help of alchemy, I easily modified my clothes and covered my face, well, and added a muggle-repelling charm. I was thinking about putting on a nanosuit, but my skin with an aura is the best protection available to me. Perhaps I can create something from better materials that can protect me, but this is a matter of the future.

At the moment, I was not going to arrange a genocide of criminals, at least for the reason that I am not sure that I will succeed. The way an ordinary person sees the world is very different from the vision of the world of a six-century-old magician-alchemist. And even though Albedo influenced me to some extent because of his experience, quite a bit, it helped me take the first step and commit the first conscious murder the murder of Lex. But to go and chop people right and left…

I am well aware that this needs to be done, at least to such "people" as the Joker or the same Lex. But to personally chop up thousands of people... won't I become an even bigger monster? However, it will be criminals, those who deserve it…

"Okay, let's go." I jumped on another roof and with the help of Cortana immediately got to the Iceberg Lounge nightclub, the place where the Penguin or Oswald Cobblepot runs, it is this club that this criminal covers up his machinations.

Moreover, this club has a good reputation among all sorts of scum and just criminals, even Batman visited a couple of times but was left with nothing, as they think.

This very nightclub is also an elite casino, the Penguin receives a lot of revenue from work. So he had enough money to hire various dark personalities to guard his club. It was morning at the moment, so the club was closed… it was good for me.

"Damn degenerates ... ahem, that is, you need to prepare for a meeting with guests." said a short, stout man with a hat on his head. He was now sitting at his office desk and muttering irritably to himself.

"He looks so-so." I was standing next to him, but he didn't pay attention to my words.

"If he keeps smoking, he will not live five years" I noticed he has a developing disease... however, I don't care about him. Canceling the spell that prevented an ordinary person from seeing me, I coughed into my fist.

"Fucking... ahem, what can I do for you?" he immediately pulled a gentleman's smile on his face, but his eyes were running around in search of something. the nearest museums are happening

"I need your connections. Pots". I said, and he froze in place.

"W-what's going on? W-who are you? What have I done to you? Can we agree?" he realized that The affair smells of trouble.

"We'll make a deal, trust me." I nodded to him and immediately put in a couple of magical suggestions with the help of mnemonic spells.

It was surprisingly easy. Now he will, without realizing it, share all the useful information if someone tells him the code word that Cortana chose. In addition, I installed several high-tech cameras created by alchemy in the club itself and hid them with magic.

"There is access." Cortana confirmed, connecting to the cameras.

I nodded and teleported back to the roof of the high-rise. With magic, everything becomes much easier. I already wanted to go to Lena, but…

"There is a robbery going on in the nearest museum." AI's voice was heard.

"And how does this concern me?" I asked the question with a slight frown.

"Magic." I could feel Cortana smiling. "Some man appeared there with a wand and it was with it that he vaporized the protective glass of one of the exhibits."

"You know how to convince." I said, getting ready. I already have a rough idea of what the current magicians are capable of, so if they don't have much more magical power and a stronger will, then they are not my opponents ... at least, I would like to hope so.

But one way or another, I always have a plan "B" for escape. Still, if I just avoid trouble, I'll really get scared of everything.

The Gotham Museum of Antiquities was located in the center of the city and indeed, as soon as I was there, I felt magic. And I also saw a girl I already knew…

"Don't bother me!" A man shouted with a magic wand in his hands and a crazy expression on his face.

"Yes, I don't care about you, just don't touch the book." the sorceress with whom I have already dealt, the one who tried to keep me from teleporting, answered him.

Their skirmish took place in the museum itself in front of an ancient exhibit that looked like an old battered book.

" The incompetent witch is far from the skills of a noble magician from the future". he snorted and jerked his wand, which caused the ground to crack under the feet of the sorceress.

"Who are you calling an incompetent? Did you see yourself?"! 'witch' was "a little" angry at his words. "Ezeerf!" she shouted and the magician froze.

She did the same thing I did with the Penguin recently, only with a different word. But this magician muttered something, and the girl began to be consumed by fire, however, she was able to avoid this with the help of magic.

"The great Abra Kadabra will get his one way or another... kha."

" Yeah." I shook my head, looking at this confrontation, and yet I could not stand it, I created a small earthen appendage that hit the magician who was not expecting this on the head and he passed out. "No protection..." I said.

"Who are you... wait, you're the same magician who abandoned me in Metropolis!" the brunette pointed at me with her finger.

"Abandoned? I actually helped you with the demon. A young demon-worshipper." I said, walking up to the unconscious magician.

"I'm not a demon worshipper! I just made a mistake... yes." Zatanna said a little awkwardly.

"It's obvious." I put my hand on the magician's head and began to study his last memories.

"What are you doing?" The sorceress asked.

"Checking his last memories. What are you even doing here?"

" The same as him, I guess." the girl went to the same old book and took it in her hands, opened it and... put it back with a heavy sigh. "It's useless…"

"Yeah." I got up after reading some of his memories. "There are a lot of demon worshippers divorced…"

"Did you see something?" Curiosity cut through the sorceress's voice.

"He made a contract with Nero to get magic power, but in exchange, he had to bring mystical books." I said, pondering what to do with this... bad person. He didn't have any useful knowledge for me.

"Another desperate man who will do anything to become a little stronger." the sorceress said lightly and stared straight at me. "Ezeerf." she said, apparently decided to see what would happen.

I felt like they were trying to influence me magically, but this feeling quickly disappeared, since Zatanna did not succeed.

"And what are you doing?" I asked.

"I was just checking..." she said thoughtfully, making sure of something. "Do you need a book?"

"Maybe...." I shrugged my shoulders as I approached the book. There wasn't anything interesting about it, as if it was just a fake.

No, don't need it. Now i'll finish the job ... " I went up to the magician and took out a sword, I will immediately stick it in his head, and then with the help of alchemy, I simply vaporized the body.

This was my second murder, and with my own hand and without magic. This magician came from the distant future and immediately hypnotized several people to live well, but this was not enough for him, and he wanted to become even stronger. He knew about magicians and their abilities in this world, although, apparently, not everything.

He went out to the warlocks and was able to get a demon summoning ritual and Nero himself responded, who is also called the "King of Lies". And that's what this Abra somehow trusted him with, so I'm even glad that I got rid of such a jerk.

"Was it necessary? However, never mind... I'll go erase the guard's memory." The sorceress waved her hand. "Don't go anywhere!" she shouted one last time.