The Muggle Protection Act, which has been in effect for less than a year, obviously cannot affect Knockturn Alley.
There are no laws, no rules, just the most primitive law of the jungle.
Although Sam is an unreliable Auror, his sense of justice is never absent.
Although Vincent may disregard life in the future, at least he will not tolerate such a thing now.
"Two gentlemen, we would like to borrow your identities now."
When two perfect portions of Polyjuice Potion were put into a hair each, they soon turned into a thick, putrid-smelling liquid.
Compared to the disgusting smell, Vincent and Sam felt that what they were about to do was more important.
"Mr. Patel, I will keep your wand for the time being."
Evelin held the gun blade in her arms and watched calmly as the two people apparated and left.
She sat on the sofa expressionlessly, not looking at the two "guests" who were almost as long as the chair.
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Knockturn Alley.
This is the first time Vincent has seen the dark side of the wizarding world.
The wizards here are all covered up tightly, and many of them have evil magical auras.
After passing through the narrow and dirty alleys, he first saw the most conspicuous Bojinbok store.
Compared with the dusty and dilapidated streets, the huge glass windows here are spotless, and the golden font of the sign has not even faded.
It's very obvious that the Burke family has a lot of status in Knockturn Alley.
But this time the target is not them, but the "Half Girls" bar hidden in the corner of the alley.
"Nightmare Killer, don't you have a similar place over there?"
"Wei——Dark Night Demon, you know the character of my boss. If he finds a similar place, he will immediately lead a team to level the entire building."
The British Ministry of Magic may not know, or may be pretending not to know.
But as a distinguished "frequent customer", the gentleman must know.
"Here we are." Sam looked at the bone decorations outside the store.
A qualified Auror not only needs to learn a lot of knowledge, but also needs to be proficient in disguise, stealth and tracking.
He is the youngest captain of the Magic Congress. If you look closely, you can tell that those bones are all human bones.
The light-colored leather covering the open door is made of a complete human skin.
"Don't be impulsive." Vincent held Patel's ebony wand, "Wait until I finish asking for information first."
When the two of them walked into the store, the owner, who only had two teeth left, looked particularly surprised.
"Night demon? If you show up one day later, everyone will know that you are unfortunately dead."
"I heard that someone is inquiring about me." Vincent sat at the bar,
"Tell me, who is looking for me."
The shop owner's eyes widened slightly, as if he couldn't believe that the other party dared to speak to him in such an indifferent tone.
"Don't understand English?"
"Hahahaha——" he laughed loudly after being stunned for a moment, "it turns out you hurt your brain!"
Vincent looked at Sam, who was sitting next to him.
"Have you forgotten all the rules?"
One gold galleone and one message.
Neither of them had any intention of complying.
Under the disbelieving gaze of the store owner, two big fists smashed directly into the store owner.
The two remaining yellow teeth were flying in the air.
"Bang——" The ebony wand shot a magic spell at a customer who stood up.
His wand was knocked away and fell on the floor, a little far away from the two yellow teeth.
"Damn it!" the shop owner covered his mouth and shouted indistinctly,
"Whoever kills them will have priority in enjoying the next batch of 'goods'!"
It's okay if I don't have this sentence, at least I won't get two more punches.
Vincent and Sam pushed him behind the shelves filled with wine bottles and skulls, and at the same time turned to face the extremely excited wizard customers.
13, a wonderful number.
With the ear-piercing sonic boom, they all looked up to the ceiling.
"Crack--" It fell down as if it was crushed by something heavy.
"Armor protection!"
"Split into pieces!"
"Separate left and right!"
The fragmented ceiling fell piece by piece, and Vincent and Sam at the bar had long since disappeared.
Just when they thought the two had left, a painful roar came from near the corner.
The man's armor spell had no effect at all, and his arms hung down helplessly.
His wand was at his feet, broken in two.
"It's the Illusion Curse!" shouted the one standing in the middle, "They must be hiding——"
"Correct answer." Vincent, who had lifted the disillusionment spell, appeared in front of him and raised his ebony wand high.
There was no sound, just intense white light.
Along with slight tinnitus, one can vaguely hear the sound of gas explosions coming one after another.
It's just Apparition, they all do it.
But the first person who tried to move appeared on the second floor, which had lost its floor.
"Hello, Witch Scum No. 1." Sam, wearing sunglasses, waved his wand, tied the person into a mummy and hung it up.
He looked down and arrived at the second shaman who had activated Apparition.
After casting the fluorescent light, Vincent did not stand still, but pointed the ebony wand, which was still emitting strong light, at the floor.
The three people who had no time to apparate away had their legs entangled in the swamp-like mud.
Despite this, they still forcibly brought the partially solidified soil outside the bar.
"Damn it, when did that stupid night demon's transformation skills become so powerful!"
The solidified soil is extremely hard, as heavy as steel.
"Not only that, the Nightmare Killer can even complete the phantom appearance instantly. This is a very advanced transfer skill."
An air explosion suddenly sounded behind him.
Almost at the same time, many tentacles with suction cups extended from the ground they were stepping on.
"It's too troublesome to look for them one by one." Sam deflected the oncoming spell, "I'll take you to a good place."
Grab any witch scum at random and take them all away with you through the tentacles transformed from the soil.
Vincent, who stayed at the bar, raised his head.
Every one or two minutes, a witch scum will hang from the ceiling on the second floor.
He pointed the ebony wand at the fallen shelf, and then pointed at his two arms.
"I don't know what the quality of the transformed cloth is like..."
The person closest to him saw him moving his wrist, not knowing what he would encounter next.
"Ouch——" Heart-rending shouts sounded one after another.
It didn't break after twenty blows, and it has the strength of an iron chain about 5 mm thick.
Continue with another one.
"Stop, do you know who I am!"
It's meaty and should feel good when beaten.
"Night Demon, if you let me go now, I can guarantee that-"
The trembling words were replaced by screams.
Despite the high fat ratio, the cloth still withstood twenty impacts.
Vincent waved his hands and began to choose his next target.
The shop owner, who was tied to the ground, didn't even dare to breathe.
Not because the scene was too bloody and violent, but because of the densely packed thin steel needles pressing down on his back.
At about fifth place, the cries of the witch scum changed.
They began to beg for mercy, as humble as they could.