The Muggle Protection Act, which has been in effect for less than a year, clearly has no impact on Knockturn Alley.
There are no laws, no rules, only the most primitive law of the jungle.
Although Sam is an unreliable Auror, he never lacks a sense of justice.
Vincent may be indifferent to life in the future, but he will not tolerate such things at least for now.
"Gentlemen, we need to borrow your identities for a moment."
After two perfectly Polyjuice Potion were placed into a single hair, they quickly turned into a thick, foul-smelling liquid.
Compared to the disgusting smell, Vincent and Sam felt that what they were about to do was more important.
"Mr. Patel, I will be keeping your wand for the time being."
Holding the Gunblade in her arms, Evelyn calmly watched the two Apparition and leave.
She sat on the sofa expressionlessly, not even glancing at the two "guests" who were practically as long as the chairs.
Knockturn Alley.
This was the first time Vincent had witnessed the dark side of the Wizarding World.
The wizards here are all completely covered up, and many of them exude an evil magical aura.
After passing through the narrow, dirty alley, the first thing he saw was the most conspicuous Borgin and Burkes.
Compared to the dusty and dilapidated streets, the huge glass shop windows here are spotless, and the gold lettering on the signs hasn't even faded.
It is quite obvious that the Borgin Family holds a prominent position in Knockturn Alley.
However, their target this time was not them, but the "Half-Girl" bar hidden in a corner of the alley.
"Dream Killer, don't you have a similar place over there?"
"Wei— Night Wraith, you know my boss's personality. If he finds something like this, he'll lead a team to raze the whole building to the ground immediately."
The British Ministry of Magic may not know, or may be pretending not to know.
But the distinguished "regulars" certainly knew that.
"We're here." Sam looked at the bone decorations outside the shop.
A qualified Auror not only needs to learn a vast amount of knowledge, but also needs to be proficient in disguise, stealth, and tracking.
He was the youngest squad leader in the Magical Congress, and a closer look revealed that they were all human bones.
The light-colored leather covering the open door was made from a single, intact human skin.
"Don't be impulsive." Vincent gripped Patel's Ebony wand. "Let me finish asking around first."
The two entered the store, and the store owner, who only had two teeth left, seemed particularly surprised.
"Night Wraith? If you had shown up a day later, everyone would have known you were dead."
"I heard someone's been trying to find out about me," Vincent, sitting at the bar.
"Tell me, who exactly is looking for me?"
The shop owner's eyes widened slightly, as if he couldn't believe the other person dared to speak to him in such a cold tone.
"Can't understand English?"
"Hahahaha—" After a brief moment of surprise, he burst into laughter, "So you hurt your brain!"
Vincent made eye contact with Sam, who was sitting next to him.
Have you forgotten all the rules?
One Gold Galleons, one message.
Neither of them intended to comply.
Under the shop owner's incredulous gaze, two large fists slammed down on him.
The two remaining yellow teeth danced in mid-air.
"Bang—" The Ebony wand shot a spell at a customer who stood up.
His wand, which had been knocked away, landed on the floor, a little distance from the two yellow teeth.
"Damn it!" the shop owner mumbled, covering his mouth.
"Whoever takes them out will get priority access to the next batch of 'goods'!"
It would have been better if that sentence hadn't been said; at least I wouldn't have gotten a couple more punches.
After Vincent and Sam threw him into the shelf filled with bottles and skulls, they turned to face the extremely excited wizard customers.
13, a wonderful number.
As a piercing sonic boom rang out, they all looked up at the ceiling.
"Kacha—" It crashed down as if crushed by a heavy object.
"Shield Charm!"
"Diffindo!"
"Separate left and right!"
The fragmented ceiling pieces fell away one by one, Vincent and Sam at the bar had long since disappeared.
Just when they thought the two had left, a painful roar came from near the corner.
The man's Shield Charm had no effect whatsoever, and his arms hung limply at his sides.
His wand was at his feet, broken in two.
"It's Disillusionment Charm!" shouted the person in the middle. "Those two must be hiding—"
"You got it right." Vincent, having broken the Disillusionment Charm, appeared before him, raising his Ebony wand high.
There was no sound, only a bright white light.
Accompanied by a slight tinnitus, one could faintly hear a series of gas explosions.
It's just Apparition; they can do all of that.
However, the first one to try to move to a different location appeared on the second floor, where the floor had already been lost.
"Hello, Scum Number One." Sam, wearing sunglasses, waved his wand and tied the man up Mummy and hung him up.
He looked down and precisely positioned himself next to the second shaman who had activated Apparition.
Vincent, who had just cast his Lumos Maxima, didn't stand still. Instead, he pointed his still-glowing Ebony wand at the floor.
The three who didn't have time to Apparition and leave were all entangled in the swamp-like mud.
Despite this, they still managed to bring some of the solidified soil outside the bar.
"Damn it, when did that idiot Night Wraith's Transfiguration become so powerful!"
The solidified soil was exceptionally hard, as heavy as steel.
"Not only that, the Dream Killer can even instantly Apparition, which is a very advanced teleportation technique."
A sudden explosion sounded behind us.
Almost simultaneously, many tentacles with suction cups extended from the ground beneath their feet.
"Searching for them one by one is too much trouble." Sam deflected the oncoming spell. "I'll take you to a better place."
He could grab any scumbag and use tentacles Transfiguration from mud to make them Side-Along Apparition and take them away.
Vincent, who remained in the bar, looked up.
Every minute or two, a witch would hang down from the ceiling on the second floor.
He pointed his Ebony wand at the overturned shelf, then at his own two arms.
"I wonder what the quality of these Transfiguration strips of cloth is like..."
The person closest to him saw him moving his wrists and knew exactly what was about to happen.
"Aow—" Heart-wrenching screams rang out one after another.
It didn't break after twenty strikes, so it must be about the strength of a 5mm thick iron chain.
Let's try another one.
"Stop! Do you know who I am?!"
They're chubby, so they should feel great to punch.
"Night Wraith, if you release me now, I can guarantee—"
Trembling words were replaced by screams.
Despite its high fat content, the strip of cloth still withstood twenty impacts.
Vincent shook his hand and began selecting his next target.
The shop owner, who was bound to the ground, didn't even dare to breathe.
It wasn't because the scene was too bloody and violent, but because of the dense array of fine steel needles pressing down on his back.
Around the fifth position, the cries of the sorcerers changed.
They began to beg for mercy, begging as humbly as they could possibly be.