Mr. Toller had no time to worry about his son. He pulled down his hood to hide his face and seized an opportunity to blend into the crowd.
Listening to the masked man's brief speech up ahead, Mr. Toller's lips curled into a pleased smile.
Such a huge cake, right in front of them, yet they could only stare at it without taking a bite. No one could stand that.
But as long as they stripped the shop clean and set fire to it before leaving, the devastating losses would surely make those brats unable to recover.
With their biggest obstacle gone, everyone would have an easier time from then on.
The goods stolen from the shop could easily be laundered through Knockturn Alley. They might even make a small profit, while everything could naturally be blamed on Death Eater retaliation.
In truth, most wizards living in the gray areas who were willing to join, or become, Voldemort's lackeys simply wanted some benefits and a chance to turn their lives around.
If they had a choice, no one liked living in a hellhole like Knockturn Alley.
Once too many people got involved, it became impossible to keep their movements hidden.
Along the way, when people heard they were planning to rob the specialty store, quite a few voluntarily joined them. Their group swiftly swelled to nearly sixty people, an imposing force that frightened the shops of Diagon Alley into shutting their doors and windows tight, terrified of bringing trouble upon themselves.
Diagon Alley was not that large. It took hardly any time to get from Knockturn Alley to Shop No. 93.
The masked man at the front waved his wand and blasted open the doors of Shops No. 93 and No. 94 in a crude fashion. He shouted at the