Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 44 Knockturn Alley
Although Slytherin's Halloween masquerade was cancelled, the image of Klein "Arthur Pendoragon" still remained deeply in the hearts of those little wizards who were trapped in the bathroom.

So, in addition to Neville Longbottom, Gryffindor had two more loyal "Kebu" - Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

"I'm telling you guys, that's crazy, I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."

At the Gryffindor table, Ron was telling his friends about last night's experience.

He danced and gestured at the size of the giant monster, and talked about how he raged at the big stupid guy's knee with a mop.

Speaking of the rise, Mr. Weasley even took Harry to reenact the scene with him: from being trapped in the bathroom to the troll breaking the door, to Klein's gorgeous appearance, understatement to turn the tide, and summoning the guard knight to escort them back to the public rest room.

The whole story is perfectly presented in front of the little wizards of Gryffindor.

After listening to the story, the group of little wizards in orange-trimmed robes couldn't help smacking their lips, feeling envious of Ron and Harry at the same time.

Such an experience may never be encountered in their lifetime.

"Guardian Knight"

It sounds so handsome!
On the edge of the crowd, Hermione, who seemed to be eating quietly but always pricked up her ears, couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth
Not far away, the base of "Kebu" - the Slytherin table was also frantically discussing what happened yesterday.

Female fans headed by Pansy Pankinson and male fans headed by Draco Malfoy are rarely united.

Looking at the excited and eager appearance, I don't know, I thought they defeated the troll yesterday.

"At that time, Klein only said one word, and the ugly monster couldn't even move!"

A Slytherin girl spoke excitedly, causing a burst of exclamation from around.

"Yes, I can attest that Klein doesn't even use a wand!"

The other girl nodded in agreement, and her exclamation became a little louder.

"If only last night's dance hadn't been cancelled."

After all, there were only a few little wizards who saw Klein in disguise, and the other Slytherin students couldn't help but feel sorry for themselves.

If the ball goes ahead as planned, they will also be able to see for themselves how elegant the "Knight King" is when he defeats the troll.

But the little wizards didn't know that the man they were talking about—Klein Grindelwald had used the Elder Wand to cast "Shape-Shaping" and quietly left the castle.

London, Knockturn Alley.

The air is full of pungent potion smell mixed with rancidity, and the gray signboards on both sides of the street seem to be shining with magic light.

Wizards hurried to and fro on the street, either covering their faces or covering their heads with wide hoods.There were only a few who dared to show their faces, and most of them looked gloomy, with strange smiles hanging from the corners of their mouths.

Shuttle among the many shady wizards, Klein, who had completely changed into another look, took a deep sniff of the once very familiar scent.

Corrupt, violent, insidious.
What a nostalgia.

"Okay, it's time to get down to business, but I don't know who will be the lucky one today."

After immersing himself in the memory for a while, he quickly came back to his senses and continued to wander in this dangerous place like a walk.

This process was not so smooth, because the clothes on Klein's body that were produced in the "Travel Tailor Shop" in Diagon Alley next door were so conspicuous among the tattered robes that they attracted a lot of greedy eyes.

However, after he released Fiendfire Spirit Crow, all the blatant prying eyes disappeared one by one.

"madman!"

The wizards who wanted to do something wrong labeled Klein the most dangerous in their hearts, and then hurriedly left Knockturn Alley.

Can Fiendfire be played by anyone?

Don't run and wait to die!
"Ha ha."

Klein smiled lightly.

That's enough.

Now that he's conspicuous enough, it's time for the "big fish" to take the bait.

"Tsk, when did such a character appear in London?"

The owner of "Birkin Burke Magic Shop" - Karaktacus Burke ("Karak" for short) looked at the strange man in the crystal ball and frowned.

Like a hungry wolf, this guy unscrupulously broke into the gathering place of mice.

As one of the larger "rats" in the rat's nest, he felt great danger from that man.

"Ok?"

He was using the magic ball to spy on the movements of dangerous people, when suddenly, Karak caught a glimpse of the signboard of his shop.

The man paused, raised his head with a sense of feeling, and showed Karak an incomparably standard smile.

"You're looking at me, right?"

"hiss!"

His heart was beating wildly, Karak had no time to think, and quickly disconnected the magic link.

But it's too late.
The man actually pushed open the door of the store and walked in!

"Hey, sir, calm down, please listen to my explanation!"

He never thought that his spells would be exposed, and Karak broke out in a cold sweat.

I saw him raising his hands to indicate that he was not malicious, while moving his body, he approached a certain place on the counter.

"If you expect that magic circle to give you some sense of security, I'm sorry to tell you that your expectations are doomed to fail."

Slightly stepping forward, Klein smiled and smashed the floor tiles under his feet.

Terrifying cracks spread out like spider webs, raising waves of dust and smoke.

Karak's eyes widened, and he almost couldn't hold his breath.

Broken?

Can.
Aren't the floor tiles used to store the magic circle made of glittering gold?
The shimmering gold that even the giant dragon can't easily destroy is as simple as that
Broken?

"Give up those useless attempts. If I want to kill you, you will be dead the moment you spy on me with insight magic."

Klein understood Karak's current mood, but in the world of dark wizards, in Knockturn Alley, the boss has always been the one with the biggest fist.

It's just a coincidence.

In terms of strength, who can compare to him?

"Of course, of course, the guest, oh no, I mean sir, no no no, Your Excellency"

Without a key life-saving card in an instant, Karak only hesitated for a second before giving up the idea of ​​pulling out his wand.

He walked out from behind the counter quickly with his greasy hair combed, rubbing his hands and showing a flattering smile.

The old slippery figure understood.

This master, he can't afford it.

"Ah."

Klein smiled, didn't speak, and walked around the store casually, picking up some weird products from time to time to play with.

Karak, who was following him, had beads of sweat on his forehead, feeling extremely regretful in his heart.

Well done, why provoke this plague god!
If I had known this guy was so scary, even if the shop was no longer there, he should have run away.

"Some good things, but not in my eyes."

Klein was a little disappointed as he casually dropped a withered monkey paw.

"Of course."

Karak swallowed quietly, and bowed his head respectfully.

"Very well, this place will belong to me from now on."

Seeing that the old man was so obedient, Klein didn't want to scare him anymore, and directly threw out the ultimatum.

This is not a negotiation.

but an order!

(End of this chapter)