In Knockturn Alley.
A light drizzle had naturally begun to fall in London, known as the City of Rain.
"Pitter-patter."
Raindrops struck the cracks in the road, scattering into ripples.
A group of men and women in black formal robes, with wands tucked at their waists, surrounded Knockturn Alley.
The badges on their chests identified them.
Ministry of Magic Aurors.
"Kingsley, this is terrible."
A Ministry Auror, pale-faced, approached the tall, dark-skinned Black man.
Though Aurors had seen their share of storms, the slaughter of every dark wizard along an entire street was enough to shake the whole Wizarding World.
The Ministry of Magic had considered cracking down hard on Knockturn Alley several times.
Yet every operation had only netted small fry. The truly powerful dark wizards always escaped with ease.
But now, everything was different. There were enough wanted wizards dead in Knockturn Alley to fill a basket.
"What exactly happened here...?"
Kingsley looked at the corpses the Aurors were levitating over one by one.
Without exception, their faces were pale and their pupils dilated.
Any experienced Auror could tell at a glance that these people had died from Avada Kedavra.
"Have you tried extracting the spells from their wands?"
"We did, but it seems they died instantly. They never even had the chance to react with magic."
Kingsley let out a deep sigh, lightly tapping his fingers against the seam of his trousers, his expression unreadable.
A terrifyingly powerful wizard had suddenly appeared in the Wizarding World.
Perhaps Dumbledore should be informed.
Meanwhile.
The culprit who had sent the Ministry of Magic into a frantic scramble—Jino, who had beaten up the Reapers—was walking through a small tavern.
The second floor was an inn for lodgers, and Jino quickly found a room and stopped outside it.
"Knock, knock,