No Dementors.
Good.
After Albert stepped into Hogsmeade, he found that the former Wizard Village had changed beyond recognition.
The old shops had all become stores selling Dark Magic items, while the streets were packed with stalls hawking all manner of strange goods, their cries ringing in his ears.
Yet it gave him none of the feeling of shopping in Diagon Alley. Every passerby on the street seemed to exude a sinister air that said, "I'm not a good person."
Fortunately, there was no shortage of people hiding their identities here. Otherwise, even if Albert's appearance did not seem out of place, he might have been immediately categorized as someone who was not a dark wizard.
After all, he did not give off a sinister impression.
"How much is this?"
Albert stopped at a stall selling Runespoor eggs and looked in surprise at the genuine article on display.
Yes, genuine.
There really were Runespoor eggs at the stall.
Albert could not help suspecting that the Black wizard before him was from Burkina Faso.
The Black vendor glanced up at Albert but said nothing, perhaps because he did not understand the language.
Pointing at the Runespoor egg, Albert repeated himself in French. "I want this one. How many Galleons?"
This time, the man reacted. He raised a hand and gestured at Albert, seemingly indicating that it was not for sale separately.
Well, well. Was he planning to rob him? Who would have thought that not only was his skin black, but so was his heart?
Albert studied the Black wizard's eyes from head to toe. Only after staring until the man grew uncomfortable did he calmly say, "I want this kind. If you are willing to sell, we can discuss the price. If not, forget it."
If the man was willing