The Calm Before the Storm

The middlemen had gone under, and ordinary wizards rejoiced.

The entrance to Phoenix Potion Shop grew even livelier. The loudspeakers blared more jubilantly, and Mundungus used more and more hair oil.

Phoenix Potion Shop had now become famous throughout the Wizarding World of Britain. Even Wizarding Worlds in other countries had heard of it.

Quite a few people even made special trips to Britain just to buy a bottle of Phoenix Potion Shop's high-quality potions.

Bang!

A bottle of potion shattered into pieces, bearing the image of a Phoenix with nine tail feathers.

"I told you to investigate them! Why haven't you found anything at all?!"

The roar echoed through Borgin and Burkes.

The man in black robes lowered his head, his fists clenched tightly.

"Sir, we've sent many people to investigate, but we haven't found the source of their goods at all!"

Borgin, hidden in the shadows, fiercely swept back his hair, took a deep breath, and tried hard not to roar again.

"Then do you at least know how they deliver their goods?"

The man in black robes hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head as though resigning himself to his fate.

"Useless trash!"

Borgin could no longer hold back. He grabbed whatever was on the table and hurled it at the man without restraint. The man in black painfully covered his head, staggering several times and nearly falling to the floor.

After venting some of his anger on him, Borgin finally seemed to calm down a little and tossed aside what he was holding.

"Have our people at the Ministry of Magic monitor the Floo Network over there. And have every one of our magical-material channels keep an eye on who has been purchasing supplies lately. Find the potioneer behind them. Find their nest!"

"Get out!"