Night Stalker and Nightmare Slayer are just the middle and lower classes of Knockturn Alley.
A dark wizard group like Fallen Heaven, which has a complete organizational structure, can barely reach the upper levels.
Families of former Death Eaters such as the Burke family, which runs a black magic prop shop, or the Rolle family, are the top of the pyramid.
After listening to the brief introduction of the two bodyguards, Vincent muttered several family names.
"Carol, Travers, Avery..."
These are all Death Eater elders who have escaped justice, but haven't fallen enough to move into Knockturn Alley.
But they don't have Malfoy's financial resources, and almost all of them live in the dark corners of the wizarding world.
There are not only individuals and dark wizard gangs in Knockturn Alley, but also wizard mercenary organizations similar to those in North America.
The Carlo family are the bosses behind the scenes, responsible for training unscrupulous mission machines.
If the masters want to kill someone, these organizations are the first choice.
"They only recognize Jin Gallon and not anyone else, but if you are the boss..."
Vincent knew what the two bodyguards were going to say.
The many auras above his head gave him the confidence to open a store in Knockturn Alley, and he was not afraid of any dark wizard gangs or wizard mercenary organizations.
But if you want to take root in Knockturn Alley, or even rectify the atmosphere...
"Thank you for the information."
Vincent went back to his room, picked up his suitcase, said hello to his parents and went out alone.
After three apparitions, he appeared directly in Knockturn Alley.
No disguise, just strolling around openly.
Those wizards who dared to show their faces and those who dared not show their faces all stared at him.
"The suitcase Wayne is holding is said to be Mithril. This alone is worth a lot of money."
"Are you crazy? The Ministry of Magic just sent some Aurors to patrol regularly."
Compared to Diagon Alley, Sirius' wanted posters are everywhere here.
It's not a question of whether you dare, but a question of whether you can.
Vincent looked around like a curious baby.
Although everyone thought he was a harmless "little white rabbit", no wizard dared to approach him.
Everyone who lives in such a place, without exception, has a sensitive sense of smell.
The apprentice of Nico Flamel, the recipient of the Order of Merlin, Second Class, and the only nominee for the British Youth Representative of the Wizengamot.
You have to think carefully before making any mistakes.
Vincent, who seemed to be here for sightseeing, was actually always wary of those looking over him.
As long as there is any movement, he will take out the gun blade and pull the trigger at an extremely fast speed.
Even if the expected situation did not happen, there was no let-up at all.
While walking, I came to the Bojinbok store that was incompatible with the surroundings.
I didn’t go in the past few times, but I can take a stroll today.
"Ring-ling——"
Mr. Bojin at the counter slowly stood up after hearing the sound and smoothed the greasy hair hanging down his face with his hands.
Vincent was looking at the shelves.
There is a cushion placed in the most conspicuous position, and a withered human hand is placed in the glass box above.
Next to it was a pair of playing cards stained with blood, and next to it was a glass eyeball staring at him.
It's a bit like Moody's one, but this one has a distinct aura of black magic.
When he reached towards the large cupboard where Harry was suspected to have hidden last year, Mr. Blogger quickly walked up to him with a surprised look on his face.
"Mr. Wayne, this is not the place you should come."
His voice is as oily as his hair, and you can tell he is the same type of person as his smooth and cunning brother.
"Is it illegal to come in for a stroll?" Vincent met his doubtful eyes and asked,
"Mr. Borgin, don't you welcome me?"
"No." The smile on Mr. Bojin's face was a little bitter.
"You are a big shot in our magical world. I'm just worried that the rumors outside will affect your reputation."
According to what Harry heard during his thrilling "adventure" last year, Master Lucius was a frequent visitor here, and first of all, his business was affected.
Vincent raised the suitcase and shook it gently, "Mr. Borkin, you know that I am an alchemist.
I recently made a new work, and I would like to ask you, an expert, to comment on it."
The confusion on Mr. Borkin's face disappeared, replaced by slyness.
Gwent may not have much technical content, but the idea of being able to transform and play is valuable.
These days, creativity is wealth.
A high-ranking alchemist would not come to a place like this, and now there was an apprentice of a legendary alchemist standing in front of him.
His eyes became brighter and brighter, and his inner wishful thinking began to ring loudly.
He took out a monocle from his coat pocket and put it on, then carefully received the metal bracelet Vincent handed him.
The appearance is ordinary, but the lines and patterns on it are magical.
The flowing mana can be clearly seen through the lens, and it will immediately transform into various objects when touched lightly.
Mr. Borgin raised his head and widened his eyes, "Mr. Wayne, what exactly is the principle of this?"
His expression became excited, "It's such a genius idea to engrave mana on the bracelet!"
"This is my teacher's idea." Vincent looked very calm.
"Mr. Borgin, how much do you think my work is worth?"
"300——" Mr. Borgin quickly calmed down, "No, 200 Galleons."
Alchemy props that achieve similar functions are probably about the same price, but they don't have more forms.
A businessman is a businessman, and fortunately Vincent knows the market.
"200..."
Too little?
"Well," Mr. Borkin took off his monocle, "I can offer you 230 Galleons, but——"
"Thank you." Vincent stretched out his hand to the bracelet he was holding tightly, "I have no idea of selling it now."
Mr. Bojin tightened his grip, "Why? Although it has many functions, I think my bid should be the highest."
There is no business without treachery.
It’s okay to use this rhetoric to fool children, but to fool Vincent?
Increase your efforts to get the bracelet back.
"Mr. Borgin, it is not a black magic tool."
It's not contraband, and it must be worth more than 230 Galleons.
"This..." Mr. Bojin didn't seem to expect that the child in front of him was actually knowledgeable, and he couldn't say anything for a moment.
Vincent put the bracelet back into the suitcase, "No matter what, I still have to thank you for your evaluation."
He turned and walked towards the door without any hesitation.
Mr. Bojin finally understood.
He is obviously knowledgeable, but he is either just asking for comments or making trouble.
Even the owner of the black magic props shop couldn't put it down. This piece must be of high value.
"Mr. Wayne, 400 Galleons!"
Vincent turned back and smiled, "It's not for sale, Mr. Borgin."
He turned around and opened the door cautiously.
Until they were far away, the other party didn't catch up.
A little regretful and a little disappointed.
I'm not worried about safety. The purpose of coming to Knockturn Alley today is actually to make a high-profile appearance.
If he's lucky, the four people from Fallen Heaven might be hiding in the dark, watching his every move.
It's too troublesome to find someone, so it's better to be direct.