The bearded uncle gladly accepted the gemstone and thumped his chest, promising he would not deceive Moriarty and Lilith just because they were young. In truth, anyone who could thrive in Athens's chaotic wizarding world naturally had a sharp eye.
What little wizard casually paid with gemstones? Especially gemstones he had never seen before.
"Come on, you two, follow me." The bearded uncle led the way, turning back to introduce the place to Moriarty. "This street is called Soskistros Street, a combination of your London Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley.
"I'm quite proud of that. Dark Magic is popular in Greece, and the man who brought Dark Magic to Greece—you must have studied him. The international magical community habitually calls him Vile Herpo! Ha ha, that's him."
The bearded uncle was quite talkative. He said his name was Uria Candisletto, and he kindly advised Moriarty not to enter the shops lining the street carelessly.
Moriarty nodded in agreement. To be safe, he held the Slytherin staff in his hand—he had temporarily stored it in the System Space when boarding the plane.
As they strolled down the street, they passed a wooden shop with black display windows filled with cloth dolls. Their mouths were twisted into crooked smiles, making for an incredibly eerie sight.
A shop right beside it had a sign hanging outside, written in Ancient Runes. This time, Moriarty recognized it and read softly, "Light the candles beneath the sea, draw a silver blade across your throat, and you will arrive at Fildodoro Odds and Ends."
"What is this? A Killing Curse? It sounds more like magic for summoning the dead." Lilith was intrigued, but when she saw that the shop floor was blood-red and baskets of bat spleens and whale eyeballs were piled at the entrance, she gave