The man behind Hogwarts

A restless atmosphere filled the Steyning Market unconsciously.

The stall owners influence one by one, either selling at a low price or closing the stall directly.

Gradually, all the wizards noticed something was wrong and gathered in the middle of the market.

Wizards gathered.

Storm is coming.

Under the expectant eyes of everyone, several middle-aged and elderly wizards walked out of a large shop.

From the words of many wizards, we know that there are five of them. They are the shopkeepers of the five largest shops in the market, and they are also the collective organizers of the market.

There is no distinction between them, no one is first and the other is last.

Every time a wizard meets, they serve as common inviters and send invitation letters to the wizards they know.

William followed the gaze of a stall owner next to him and saw a fat wizard wearing a yellow robe.

"He is a treasure hunter. His store has the most and most miscellaneous shops. I heard that his background is not simple. He has connections with all major wizarding organizations, both domestic and foreign. Otherwise, why would there be so many foreign things in his store?"

"Where are the others?"

"Some deal in potions, some deal in spells and magic books, and some deal in magical creatures..."

"Their stores cover almost all business areas in the entire Steyning Market."

The wizards whispered.

William and Crohn blended in the crowd and were inconspicuous.

The five big shopkeepers looked serious and walked to the front of the shop to face the crowd.

One of the black-robed wizards was the first to speak: "Hello everyone, I am the owner of the Steyning Wizard Assembly and the black-robed magical creature shop. You can call me black-robed."

"Just last night, we received news that there is an unidentified wizard organization ambushing outside the valley, and their target is everyone in the market."

"After discussion, we decided to end this rally early."

"Please pack your things, we will start the breakout in half an hour."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wizards immediately burst into fierce doubts.

The old stall owners were relatively calm and seemed to have already prepared for this.

In addition, most of the wizards didn't understand. They talked to each other and asked various questions to the five people.

"What kind of wizarding organization is the other party? Why do they do this?"

"How many people are there on the other side?"

"How to break out?"...

The black robe took a step back and said nothing. Instead, the treasure hunter in yellow robe stood up.

"Don't worry, everyone. Our Stening Market has a history of more than ten years and has rich experience. Everyone just needs to follow the arrangements and everything will be fine."

He comforted him, his plump face looking relaxed.

"Everyone's questions will be answered one by one, but please hurry up. We will break out immediately in half an hour."

Everyone calmed down a little at this time, and a tall and slender wizard said: "Who is the other party and why is he ambushing outside?"

The treasure hunter said: "The identity of the other party is not yet clear, but we guess it may be a transnational dark wizard organization."

"The reason for this speculation is that not long ago, a wizarding gathering in the south also encountered this situation. After robbing the gathering, the other party immediately fled the UK. The Ministry of Magic even issued a reward."

Everyone was silent.

Some well-informed wizards told everyone about the reward order.

After just a few minutes, most of the wizards' expressions turned grim.

"How many are there?" an unknown wizard asked.

"At least twenty people!" The treasure-hunting businessman gestured with a number. "The exact number is uncertain, but there are at least twenty people, and they are all dark wizards who are proficient in fighting."

Twenty...

This number made the atmosphere in the market even more somber.

"There are at least fifty of us here, why should we be afraid of them." A hooded wizard said loudly: "We have the advantage in numbers. We don't need to break out, and I'm afraid they won't dare to attack."

"madness!!"

The black-robed man among the five suddenly spoke, "Since when did wizards use the number of people to determine combat effectiveness? Let's not say how many people the other party has. Even if the other party only has twenty people, can we defeat the other party??"

His cold gaze swept over everyone.

Then he said: "They are ruthless wizards. They may have killed people under their hands, and they have rich experience in dueling and fighting. We are just lone wizards who study magic in seclusion. How can we compare with them in this aspect? We can't compare!"

The hooded wizard who asked the question fell silent.

He was stabbed in the vital point by the black robe.

He is indeed just a lone wizard. Not only has he never killed anyone, he even has very little experience in magic duels.

When I thought that there were at least twenty ruthless dark wizards outside, I couldn't help but panic.

Not only the hood, but most of the wizards present had never been exposed to a fight between life and death.

The dark clouds of Voldemort have long passed.

As the wizarding world becomes more prosperous, the Daily Prophet, which is the mouthpiece of the Ministry of Magic, has become a part of daily life.

Seeing that no one asked questions, the treasure hunter then asked:

"Let me count first. How many of the people present are capable of apparating?"

A few dozen people raised their hands, less than half of the total number of people.

Seeing this scene, William finally understood the value of this gathering of Steyning wizards.

"Let me ask again, how many people can use apparation with others?"

Even fewer people raised their hands this time.

The treasure-hunting businessman sighed, "Well, since this is the case, we have only one way. Everyone breaks out together until the distance is far enough, and then everyone uses their own method to leave, so that more people can be saved. .”

Next, they found some wizards they knew and formed a small team, saying it would be used to break out and fight.

The remaining wizards were secretly checking their magic.

Everyone is preparing for the breakout.

William winked at Crone, and the two walked aside. Crone used Silence to set up a barrier.

"Professor, how true do you think what the treasure hunters said is true?"

Crohn shook his head slightly, "I can't believe it at all. As people who have been running a wizard's gathering for more than ten years, how could they not have various countermeasures?"

"This time not only did people quietly surround the place, but they also didn't give a complete plan. It was a bit hasty to break out as a group."

William pondered: "Have you thought about Elijah's letter?"

"Invitation letter?"

"Yes, that letter mentioned ancient magic. Why would an old wizard like a treasure-hunting businessman openly write such important information in the invitation letter?"

"Unless his purpose is to fish, and ancient magic is his bait."

Crohn was startled.

He suddenly figured out a lot of strange things.