The noisy parade finally swept past like a tide, leaving the street strewn with flyers.
Only then did the passersby notice that there was a twisted corpse on the ground.
He lay on his back, eyes wide open. His long beard and hair were spread messily across the ground, his pupils already dilated, the shock and pain of his final moment frozen on his face.
"Ah—!!!"
A piercing scream rang out on the street.
"Oh my God! Call the police! Hurry, call the police!"
"What happened to him? Was it a heart attack?"
Terrified passersby formed a semicircle around him, pointing and whispering, but no one dared approach.
Through the shop window, Lila stared fixedly at the corpse. An icy chill shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, instantly freezing her blood and breath.
Her body trembled. Suddenly, all the Muggles around her seemed to have changed faces. Their cries, fear, and indifference were like masks, concealing hideous expressions brimming with murderous intent beneath them!
She did not hesitate for a moment, nor did she waste time taking a second look or stepping forward to confirm anything. She spun around and, like a startled rabbit, raced with all her strength toward the nearest subway entrance, quickly vanishing into the depths of the stairs leading down into that underground maze.
In one of the hotel rooms in the building across the street.
Antoine stood by the window. He watched a parade pass by without incident, and then Fontana became a corpse. A rare hint of surprise appeared on his face.
"Fontana... died just like that?"
His tone was somewhat disbelieving. "He was Ilvermorny's Headmaster, proficient in Ancient Runes and defensive magic, a man as cunning as an old fox... and he was killed so