The Night Wraith and Nightmare Killers are only in the lower and middle levels of Knockturn Alley.
Even a dark wizarding group like Fallen Paradise, with its complete organizational structure, barely manages to reach the upper echelons.
Families like the Borgin Family, which runs a shop selling Dark Magic items, or the Rolle Family, former Death Eaters families, are at the very top of the pyramid.
After listening to the two bodyguards' brief introduction, Vincent muttered a few family names.
"Carrow, Travers, Avery ..."
These are all Death Eaters elders who escaped trial, but they haven't fallen so low as to have to move into Knockturn Alley.
However, they lacked Malfoy's financial resources and mostly mingled in the dark corners of the Wizarding World.
Knockturn Alley is not only home to individuals and dark wizard gangs, but also to wizard mercenary organizations similar to those in North America.
The Carrow family are the behind-the-scenes owners, responsible for training ruthless mission machines.
If the lords want to kill someone, these organizations are their first choice.
"They only recognize Gold Galleons, not people, but if it's you, boss..."
Vincent knew what the two bodyguards were going to say.
The numerous accolades he possessed gave him the confidence to open a shop in Knockturn Alley, and he wasn't afraid of any dark wizard gangs or wizard mercenary organizations at all.
But if they want to establish themselves in Knockturn Alley, or even improve its atmosphere...
"Thank you for providing the information."
Vincent went back to his room to get his suitcase, said goodbye to his parents, and went out alone.
After Apparition three times, he appeared directly in Knockturn Alley.
They weren't disguised; they were just strolling around openly.
All the wizards, whether they dared to show their faces or not, were staring at him.
"The briefcase Wayne is carrying is said to be made of Mithril; that alone is worth a lot of money."
"Are you crazy? The Ministry of Magic just sent a few Auror here for regular patrols not long ago."
Compared to Diagon Alley, Sirius Black's wanted posters are everywhere here.
It's not a question of whether we dare or not, but a question of whether we can.
Vincent looked around like a curious child.
Although everyone thought he was a harmless "Little White," no wizard dared to approach him.
Those who live in such places invariably possess a keen sense of smell.
Nicolas Flamel's apprentice, Order of Merlin, Second Class, and the sole nominee for the Wizengamot Britain Youth Representative.
You'd better think twice before you start thinking about anything shady.
Vincent, who appeared to be there for sightseeing, was actually wary of the stares he was receiving.
At the slightest sound, he would draw his Gunblade and pull the trigger with lightning speed.
Even if the anticipated situation does not occur, there is not the slightest slackening.
As we walked, we came to the Borgin and Burkes, which seemed out of place with its surroundings.
I didn't get to go in the last few times, but I can take a look around today.
"Ring-ling——"
Upon hearing the sound, Mr. Borgin at the counter slowly stood up and smoothed his greasy hair that was hanging down his face.
Vincent is looking at the shelves.
In the most conspicuous place was a cushion, and on top of it, a glass box contained a withered human hand.
Next to him was a deck of playing cards stained with blood, and next to that was a glass eye staring intently at him.
It looks a bit like Moody's, but this one has a distinct Dark Magic vibe... As he reached for the large cupboard that Harry had supposedly hidden in last year, the blogger, looking quite surprised, quickly walked up to him.
"Mr. Wayne, this is not a place for you."
Her voice, like her hair, was greasy and oily; you could tell from her voice that she was the same kind of person as her slick and cunning brother.
"Is it illegal to come in and browse?" Vincent met his questioning eyes.
"Mr. Borgin, don't you welcome me?"
"No." Mr. Borgin's smile was somewhat bitter.
"You are a big shot in our Wizarding World. I'm just worried that the rumors outside will affect your reputation."
According to what Harry heard during his thrilling "adventure" last year, Mr. Lucius was a regular here, and his business was the first to be affected.
Vincent lifted the briefcase and shook it slightly. "Mr. Borgin, you know I am an Alchemists."
I recently created a new piece, and I'd like to ask you, as an expert, for your feedback.
Mr. Borgin's doubt disappeared, replaced by slyness.
Gwent may not be technically sophisticated, but the idea of Transfiguration characters for battle is valuable.
These days, creativity is wealth.
Alchemists of high rank would never come to a place like this; right now, an apprentice of a legendary Alchemists stands before him.
His eyes grew brighter, and his inner calculations began to click.
He took a monocle from his jacket pocket, put it on, and carefully accepted the metal bracelet Vincent offered him.
It looks ordinary, but the lines and patterns on it are quite magical.
Through the lens, one can clearly see the flowing magical power, which will immediately Transfiguration various objects upon gentle touch.
Mr. Borgin looked up, his eyes wide. "Mr. Wayne, what exactly is the principle behind this?"
His expression became excited. "To inscribe magic power onto a bracelet—what a brilliant idea!"
"This was my teacher's idea," Vincent said calmly.
"Mr. Borgin, how much do you think my work is worth?"
"300—" Mr. Borgin quickly calmed down, "No, 200 Galleon."
Alchemical tools that achieve similar functions are roughly the same price, but they don't have many variations.
A businessman is a businessman, and Vincent knows the ropes.
"200..."
Not enough?
"Well then," Mr. Borgin removed his monocle, "I can offer 230 Galleon, but—"
"Thank you." Vincent reached for the bracelet he was clutching tightly. "I have no intention of selling it right now."
Mr. Borgin gripped his fist tighter. "Why? Although it has many functions, I think my offer should be the highest."
No businessman is without guile.
This excuse might fool a child, but it might fool Vincent?
Put in extra effort to get the bracelet back.
"Mr. Borgin, it's not some kind of Dark Magic item."
It's not a contraband item, so its value is definitely more than 230 Galleon.
"This..." Mr. Borgin seemed surprised that the child in front of him was knowledgeable, and for a moment he was speechless.
Vincent put the bracelet back in his suitcase. "Anyway, I still have to thank you for your feedback."
He turned and walked toward the door without the slightest hesitation.
Mr. Borgin finally understood.
They clearly know what they're doing; they're either just trying to get free reviews or causing trouble.
Even the owner of the Dark Magic item shop loves it, so this piece must be of great value.
"Mr. Wayne, 400 Galleon!"
Vincent turned back and smiled. "It's not for sale, Mr. Borgin."
He turned around and cautiously pushed open the door.
Even after they were far away, the other party did not catch up.
It's a bit of a pity, and a bit disappointing.
I'm not worried about safety. The purpose of coming to Knockturn Alley today is actually to make a high-profile appearance.
If he's lucky, the four from Fallen Paradise might be hiding in the shadows, watching his every move.
Finding someone is too much trouble, let's be more direct.
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