Mr. Towler had no time to worry about his son. He pulled down his hood to hide his face, then found an opportunity to blend into the crowd.
As he listened to the masked man ahead give his brief speech, a pleased smile curled at the corner of Mr. Towler's mouth.
With such a huge cake right in front of them, yet no way to take a bite, no one could stand it.
But as long as they looted everything from those shops and set them on fire before leaving, the devastating losses would surely ensure those brats could never recover.
Without their greatest obstacle, everyone would have an easier time from then on.
They could easily fence the goods stolen from the shops through Knockturn Alley, perhaps even make a small profit. As for any trouble, they could naturally blame it all on Death Eater retaliation.
In truth, most wizards living in the grey areas who were willing to join Voldemort or become his lackeys only wanted a few benefits and a chance to turn their lives around.
If they had a choice, no one liked living in a hellhole like Knockturn Alley.
Once too many people got involved, there was no way to keep their movements secret.
Along the way, quite a few people who heard they were planning to rob the boutique had volunteered to join them. Their group had swiftly expanded to nearly sixty people, an imposing force that scared the shops of Diagon Alley into shutting their doors and windows, afraid of inviting trouble.
Diagon Alley was not that large. It did not take long at all to get from Knockturn Alley to No. 93 Shop.
The masked man at the head of the group waved his wand and blasted open the doors of No.