Chapter 31: Italy
Harry was wearing a smart black suit and a coat of the same color over his shoulders. He placed his phone inside the inside pocket of his coat and shook his hands that had black gloves. His green eyes looked with contempt at the man he had beaten and tortured who, of course, silenced him so he wouldn't scream. Harry had been traveling around Italy for a full month, but since he arrived in Naples, he could already see how corrupt the police were and how dangerous the city was.
In such a short time, Harry had seen the most disgusting side of humanity. And seeing children younger than him addicted to drugs made his stomach twist and his heart clench before a rage like no other flooded his being.
"So... You won't say anything, right?"
"...", the man just looked at the ground as he growled, the silencing spell was no longer on him. However, he didn't say anything, even though he was afraid.
"I guess I'll have to give Snape a present for using Legilimency on me. If he didn't, I wouldn't be able to use it," Harry said emotionlessly before holding the man's neck and lifting his head up.
"Look at me..."
The man just looked away, knowing that Harry could do weird things that he didn't know about. But, with Harry's strength, it was easy to force the man to look at him.
"Memory-Make: Legilimency"
The man inhaled sharply as he felt all of his memories seem to flash before his eyes, from the most recent to the oldest. And, when it was all over, Harry let go of him forcefully before pointing with his finger.
"Obliviate"
. . .
After about half an hour, Harry had arrived at a restaurant and had ordered a plate of spaghetti and another of carpaccio. He ate in peace while thinking a bit about how quickly his life at Hogwarts had ended. After he finished his OWLs, he didn't have much else to do for the holidays. But, among everything that had happened, one of the most important things was the election of Tiberius Ogden as Minister of Magic.
After that, things got a little better in Britain. The new Minister Ogden gave a big budget to the Auror office and the DMLE in general, so that they would put all their effort into protecting the magical population of the island. People had gained more courage and were not as scared as before, especially since there were always at least two teams of Aurors patrolling the streets.
Lord Voldemort had not been heard from again and had not caused any attacks or movements against the Ministry or the island of Britain in general. And, as for Harry, he studied almost all holidays and at other times, he met with Hermione to continue researching. But, when two weeks had passed since he entered Hogwarts once again, he spoke with Dumbledore to make his Newt.
When he took the tests, he was a little surprised by two things. The first was that he saw that his research on the spiritual connection to magical particles was on the test with different questions. The second thing that surprised him was the difficulty of the test itself. Harry overestimated this and thought it wouldn't be that difficult; he was wrong, he had to use all of the time allotted for each of the tests and think hard to get above acceptable grades. In transfiguration, charms and defence against the dark arts he got the maximum grade. In potions, herbology and care of magical creatures he got exceeded expectations, one grade below the maximum. And finally, in arithmetic and ancient runes he only got acceptables. However, these grades were enough for him to graduate from Hogwarts and be able to leave Britain.
He spent most of the year in France and, just a little less than a month ago, he arrived in Italy, hoping to enjoy himself a bit. Unfortunately, he came across drugs and the organisation that sold them.
But, having talked to Rias and Naruto improved his mood a lot. The waiting time was over and he was very happy to be able to see them again on a future mission. Unfortunately, the memories he saw of the man, continued to bother him. Especially since he saw someone he recognized in one of those memories.
"Famiglia Palmieri, huh?" Harry raised the fork in his hand slightly, and stared at the rolled spaghetti with a fixed gaze. He knew that, generally, he wouldn't get involved in these matters. He wasn't that kind of person. However, at this moment when he had seen children addicted to drugs and, someone he recognized was part of this, he couldn't just let it go.
"But... to think that they have wizard support..." Harry muttered, but a cold smile slowly appeared on his face while, at the same time, his eyes seemed sharper than usual.
"Well... let's see how good wizards they are."
. . .
A young teenager with an indifferent look, took out a small object from his pocket before showing a magic wand and enlarging the object, showing that it was a large trunk.
"Here's this month's..." he said to a man beside him. "Remember, my mother expects her share."
The man was an adult, around forty or fifty years old. He wore a grey suit with a fancy hat. He looked with a small smile at the young man beside him. He wasn't too tall, and his hair was really short, his skin was brown and he had dark eyes.
"I'm still surprised to see magic... And you don't have to worry, Mr. Zabini. As long as your family continues to give protection to mine, then we'll continue to have good business."
Blaise Zabini was the name of the young man, a member of the Zabini family and son of Lucretia Zabini, the current head of the pureblood Zabini family.
Lucretia Zabini was a greedy woman and didn't mind killing, she had done it with her previous husbands, she was a widow seven times over and all of her previous husbands had died suspiciously, but no one asked much. She was a woman who didn't mind harming others as long as she benefited. And she had passed those values on to her son.
Blaise just nodded to the head of the Palmieri family and walked out of the room, letting the man see the trunk full of drugs. Transporting this kind of stuff wasn't too difficult for a wizard and it was an easy way to make money for Blaise and his mother.
"Mmm... Aren't you a disgusting man?"
"!" Leone Palmieri turned around in surprise, only to see a young man in black pointing a wand at his face before he lost consciousness. Harry just snorted before looking back to where the door to the room was.
"Now... let's break this place up a bit and leave evidence for the required authorities," Harry smiled coldly, walking out the door. He knew that the police couldn't do much to this kind of people, who could easily live in luxury in jail or get out whenever they wanted. And, even if he involved the Italian Ministry of Magic, he still wouldn't be sure that he would stay locked up, especially since they could simply make him forget and leave him behind.
So, Harry did what he did best, research. He did a quick research on some enemy of the Palmieri family, finding out that they had a rival family that Harry might get along with better. And, even though they were still mafia, they were one of the organizations that destroyed drugs and used other methods to make money without involving children: Protection, money loans, restaurants, jewelry, and even mercenaries.
Between the Palmieri family and the Simone family, the latter was much better in Harry's opinion.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Potter. The Simone family is grateful for your help," a brown-haired man in his sixties took off his hat and placed it on his chest while smiling slightly.
Harry just waved his hand before speaking in perfect Italian, "They upset me and they deserve what they deserve. However, now I have to visit the Zabinis. If not, this will never stop in this country."
"Although... I'm a little surprised that they also know about the wizarding world."
Alessandro Simone smiled a little more strongly, "Yes, we have four wizards in our family. And of course, we know about the statute of secrecy and we respect it. We don't want to make trouble or create enemies in such a stupid way."
"Although I have to say that the way of the wizarding world is not that different from the mundane when it comes to corruption. The friends we have in our family, all of them were wronged by the so-called purebloods. And, seeing the opportunity, I accepted them into my family. I gave them all the help I could and they returned that help by protecting our family."
Harry nodded, understanding a little more.
"Ah... yes, one last thing," Alessandro pulled out a small card. "This is my number. Please call if you are in Naples once more. I would be delighted if you would visit once more."
"Well... I will do that," Harry nodded, accepting the offer.
"Goodbye, Mr. Simone, perhaps we will meet again in the future."
"I hope so, Mr. Potter," Alessandro smiled slightly, watching as Harry left the room. But, suddenly, his gaze turned merciless as he saw four men kneeling and tied up in front of him.
They were all bosses of his rival, the Palmieri family.
"Mmm... What to do with you?"
. . .
Lucretia Zabini was a dark-skinned woman with wavy black hair that reached her shoulders and brown eyes. She had a delicate face and a very beautiful appearance. She generally kept an indifferent look towards almost everything, hiding her emotions. However, even though he still had that kind of expression now, his mind was a little messy and a small drop of sweat slowly ran down his cheek as he looked at the young man sitting relaxedly in front of him.
She had entered his office, but found Harry Potter sitting in his chair behind his desk while calmly drinking a cup of tea. And she had to give it to him, his current calm appearance dressed in a black suit and coat with gloves of the same color, along with his expression with a small smile, was attractive and, at the same time, caused uneasiness and a little fear.
"The Palmieri Family is completely finished...", Harry said slowly before taking the cup of tea and drinking some.
Lucretia froze for a second before looking at Harry: "Why did Harry Potter take an interest in Italy?"
"I was on vacation... when I came across a man selling drugs to children. I was so disgusted, I had to destroy the family," Harry put down his cup and smiled at Lucretia.
"What a surprise... A magical family was involved!..."
"Before I came, I did some research and realized that the Ministry of Magic in this country is much worse than Britain's... Now that was a surprise! I thought no Ministry of Magic could be more corrupt than Britain's!"
"So, if I handed you over to them, I wouldn't achieve anything. You'd be free in no time."
"Wait!" Lucretia exclaimed, raising a hand. "Will you kill me?... You, Harry Potter?!"
She had a look of disbelief, but she was scared inside. She was an expert at reading people's expressions and determining a mood. This was essential to manipulating people. And, Harry, who wasn't hiding much at the moment, was showing that he really wasn't afraid of killing her.
"Honestly...", Harry sighed a little. "I'm not one to get involved in other people's business. But, you're ruining lives for a little more money. This, to me, is unforgivable."
"I'm not a hero... I never considered myself one," Harry slowly stood up and looked coldly at Lucretia. "But, if I can help make the world a better place by getting rid of people like you... Why wouldn't I?"
Harry placed his index and ring fingers on his temple and uttered a few words.
"Memory-Make: Avada Kadvra," a yellow light manifested before a green beam manifested and flew towards a Lucretia who now showed terror on her face. She didn't have time to dodge or try to block with something solid, and when the killing curse hit her, her body glowed green before falling to the ground like a puppet with its strings broken.
"Well... now you'll be with your son," Harry said as he looked at Lucretia's lifeless body. But he ended up sighing with a bit of regret. He knew he had meddled in something he perhaps shouldn't have. However, seeing those homeless children being manipulated and pressured into buying drugs made him very angry.
He was a little different, but it reminded him of when he was at his uncle's house. A little boy shouldn't have to go through those things.
Harry left the office and left immediately.
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