At that, Charle froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"You're Dark Wizards, and you think I'm extreme?"
When the subject came up, the Dark Wizards beat their chests and stamped their feet, filled with regret.
"Who actually likes being a rotten Dark Wizard?"
"Didn't we have no choice? We couldn't survive through normal channels, so we could only become Dark Wizards to make a living."
"Ah, if only I'd studied properly back then. If I'd gotten one more Outstanding on the assessments, maybe I wouldn't have fallen this far."
"If there were a time-travel potion that could send me back, I'd slap myself across the face. Sneaking out at night, sneaking out at night—every day, all I knew was sneaking out at night. Reading a few more books was like asking for your life. I deserve to be a Dark Wizard now, getting robbed by an eleven-year-old wizard and cowering like a quail!"
The Dark Wizards wailed for quite a while before the old wizard finally gave Charle a clue.
"Lord Charle, we may not have the materials you mentioned, but we know the place most likely to have that knowledge."
"If it isn't there, then there probably aren't many places in the entire Wizarding World where you could find it."
After leaving Knockturn Alley, Charle returned to the Leaky Cauldron.
A strange light appeared in his eyes.
Both the clue from the Flourish and Blotts clerk about finding knowledge on Dementors, Basilisks, Three-Headed Dogs, and the like, and the clue from the Knockturn Alley Dark Wizards about materials related to soul magic all pointed to the same place.
The Hogwarts Restricted Section!
"Come to think of it, it's truly strange. When they're young wizards, they clearly have plenty of opportunities to access this knowledge, yet they turn