No Dementors.
Excellent.
After Albert stepped into Hogsmeade, he discovered that the once-wizarding village had changed beyond recognition.
The former shops had all become stores selling Dark magical items, while the streets were crowded with stalls peddling all sorts of strange goods, their cries filling the air.
Yet it gave him none of the feeling of shopping in Diagon Alley. The pedestrians on the streets all radiated an ominous aura that practically said, "I'm not a good person."
Fortunately, there was no shortage of people hiding their faces here. Otherwise, no matter how unobtrusive Albert's appearance was, he might have been immediately classified as someone who was not a dark wizard.
After all, he did not give off an eerie impression.
"How much is this?"
Albert stopped at a stall selling Runespoor Eggs and stared in surprise at the genuine article on display.
Yes, a genuine one.
There really was a Runespoor Egg at the little stall.
Albert could not help suspecting that the Black wizard before him had come from Burkina Faso.
The Black vendor glanced up at Albert but said nothing, perhaps because he did not understand English.
Albert pointed at the Runespoor Egg and repeated himself in French. "I want this. How many Galleons?"
This time, the Black man reacted. He raised a hand and gestured at Albert, apparently indicating that it was not for sale separately.
Well, damn.
Was he trying to rob him?
Who would have thought that not only was his skin black, but so was his heart?
Albert studied the Black wizard's eyes from head to toe. Only after staring until the other man grew uncomfortable did he calmly say, "I want this kind. If you are willing to sell, we can negotiate the price. If not, forget it."
If the Black man