Chapter 109: The Boss

“Who’s the boss? Who’s the boss here?”

After slapping his underlings into submission, the chief inspector frowned as he looked toward Louis and Helen, then glanced again at the few Muggle-born wizards standing beside Louis.

Seeing Louis so close with these magic users, the chief’s expression immediately darkened.

This was outright defiance!

Not only defiant, they were practically flaunting it right under our noses!

A few agents exchanged glances; some already had their wands drawn, ready to cast a memory-wiping spell on these ‘Muggles’ in the hall.

The chief inspector even leapt onto the table, his face grim as he lifted his trench coat and exposed the gleaming magical manacles at his waist.

He looked at Louis and Helen and said, “Are you students of Saint Oak Academy? How can you just show up here? Do you know this violates wizarding law… cough, the Holy Court’s regulations?”

Helen stuck out her tongue, saying nothing—she had forgotten she was an agent too.

Louis frowned slightly, glancing at the inspector’s coat and sensing his badge—Ministry of Magic, Enforcement Division, Jerry, White 67, No Rank.

This was a numbered senior inspector, within the top hundred—a true high-ranking officer. Regardless of combat experience, his skill was unquestionable. Compared to Kevin, who had connections, this inspector Jerry was the real deal. Along with two veteran agents in the team, they could handle serious business.

Rumors said Yodelers often produced formidable wizards; it seemed to be true.

Unfortunately, Yodelers appeared to have no backing within the Ministry, so their positions were generally low. The two seasoned veterans didn’t even have a rank number—seemingly close with Kady, perhaps former members of the Association.

“Boss, cough,” the young Yodeler tugged at Inspector Jerry’s sleeve. “This is our friend; cut us some slack—(whispering to Louis) salute quickly.”

It seemed this young Yodeler was indeed interning with the Enforcement Division.

Louis nodded, looked at the fierce little inspector on the table, then dug into his pocket, tossing his playing card-style badge marked with three hearts onto the table, smiling warmly.

“Coincidentally, I’m here on inspection today too.”

The Yodeler agents craned their necks, staring at the badge for a long moment, blinking hard.

Helen, upon seeing the badge, suddenly remembered she was an agent too—and Louis seemed to be her superior.

She placed her hands on her hips and loudly declared, “Well then, call him boss!”

Inspector Jerry and the others seemed to realize this, promptly saluted Louis, saying in unison, “B-boss!”

“Let’s go upstairs,” Louis said, patting the inspector’s head.

The second floor was a relatively quiet spot within the Magic Enthusiasts Association—a small salon-like area with bookshelves, guest seats, many art pieces, and trophies collected by wizards.

Many wizards gathered here, apparently well acquainted with Inspector Jerry and his team. Louis learned these youngsters were actually more familiar with the Magic Association than he was. One of the veteran agents had once belonged to the Association and had dealt with major incidents alongside Kady, who dressed like a necromancer—brothers in arms through life and death. Among the trophies were two relics those veterans had brought back with the wizards.

Gradually, Louis understood: this team of agents were reformists.

Kate and Helen were curious about the exhibits, so Ron and the others took them on a tour, explaining the magical creatures on display.

However, Ron and the others blankly realized Helen seemed familiar with these specimens. Though she couldn’t defeat them, she recognized almost every magical beast and knew many obscure facts about them.

Many wizards quickly pulled out notebooks and pens, eager to learn from this spirited young lady. Helen nearly doubled over with laughter, thoroughly enjoying her role as a little teacher.

Shaking his head, Louis and the agents settled into the guest seats. Since they had private matters to discuss, Louis cast a soundproofing spell around their table.

The young Yodelers eagerly served tea while flattering and introducing themselves.

After introductions, Louis was surprised to discover that the young Yodeler campus champion was Inspector Jerry’s younger brother—though even Jerry couldn’t provoke Daniel, a scion of the Red Queen’s house.

The agents’ relatives often suffered bullying from the Academy’s troublesome Foxes but had to endure silently. Upon hearing that Louis had always stood up for the Yodelers at the Academy, their relations warmed considerably.

In Jerry’s eyes, the younger brother’s “boss” title was well deserved—even if the newspaper was exaggerated, the agents knew the 1 vs. 40+ feat was genuine. His team of eight couldn’t have handled those challengers.

Many headmasters regarded Louis as a quasi-university scholar—a worthy mentor.

At his age… this was nearly on par with Emperor Francesco’s youth!

Once this identity was acknowledged, the agents treated Louis like a professor, a stark contrast to their initial meeting.

Noticing Louis’s constant smile, the lively Yodelers gradually relaxed and opened up.

The agents asked about Louis’s purpose in London, and he briefly mentioned the Crowley Manor incident.

Their expressions shifted. Though the Ministry had never officially sent agents for that matter, leaving few aware, the veteran agents from the Magic Association had heard of the manor—it was no simple affair, something even Harold couldn’t fully resolve. They were surprised Louis had managed it with three wizards and several clerics.

The agents were somewhat stunned. When pouring tea for Louis, they addressed him as boss—he was a true big shot, not just a scholar like the freshly graduated Emperor Francesco but a man who had accomplished great deeds.

After some time, Louis felt the conversation had opened up and straightforwardly asked about their mission. It seemed they were to be stationed within the Magic Association.

Mention of this made the jovial young Yodelers exchange uneasy glances with Inspector Jerry, as if the matter was confidential.

“There’s nothing we can’t say,” Jerry said, hands on hips, though his eyes darted nervously—the secretive level of the Mysterious Retirement Office was high, with former superagents, including the infamous ‘2’ of the secret cards, inside. Louis could easily ask around there and find out.

So why play the villain here? Better to be upfront, maybe even get some help during this time.

Jerry’s words were blunt but respectful as he spoke of the matter: “Boss, according to the Magic Council’s resolution, wizards are forbidden from entering the Muggle magical enthusiast groups—the resolution has never changed. But recently, things are special. Because during this year’s King’s birthday celebration, a major event occurred.”

[As you suspected, this autumn is a season of turmoil.]

[It all began with the death of Francesco…]

Through Jerry’s narration and the storybook’s commentary, Louis grasped the situation.

Since the death of the young Queen Francesco, the grieving king seemed to gradually acknowledge the existence of wizards and realized they were the culprits.

A war nearly erupted between Muggles and wizards, drawing many kingdoms and wizard principalities into the conflict.

However, things began to take a strange turn…

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