Snake and Voldemort

Hearing the Dark Magic detector sound, all three of them stopped at once.

But Fred merely glanced down at it and paid it no mind, continuing forward.

The sound was too faint, which meant the Dark Magic was weak. Most likely, some residual traces of Dark Magic had not fully dissipated and had happened to be detected.

As the entrance to Diagon Alley, the Leaky Cauldron drew all sorts of wizards every day. Even in such tense times, there were still drunks who came in for a drink.

It was perfectly normal for there to be one or two Dark wizards among them.

Silvan had not paid much attention at first, until he subconsciously glanced at the direction in which the needle on the instrument was turning.

It pointed to a corner of the backyard, right behind the rubbish bin used as a landmark. Under normal circumstances, hardly anyone would notice that spot.

Then Silvan stopped.

"It's fine if you wait for us here." Fred noticed that Silvan had stopped as well and assumed he did not want to go into the pub.

After all, Apparition was possible inside the Leaky Cauldron. If Death Eaters suddenly appeared and blocked the entrance to Diagon Alley while they were buying whisky, it would be troublesome.

"You've thought of everything."

"We'll be right back."

The two hurried into the pub.

But when they emerged with Firewhisky, they discovered that Silvan was not waiting at the entrance. Instead, he stood beside the rubbish bin, seemingly examining something.

"What are you looking at?" they went over and asked.

"This." Silvan pointed at the ground beside the rubbish bin.

It had not rained these past few days, and very few people had come to Diagon Alley, so the ground was covered in a thick layer of