This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The Muggle Protection Act, which has been implemented for less than a year, obviously cannot affect Knockturn Alley.

There are no laws, no rules, only the most primitive law of the jungle.

Although Sam is an unreliable Auror, his sense of justice is never absent.

Although Vincent will ignore life in the future, at least he will not tolerate such things now.

"Gentlemen, we need to borrow your identities now."

After two perfect polyjuice potions were put into each hair, they soon turned into thick liquids with a rancid smell.

Compared with 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."

Yin Fulin held the gun blade in her arms and watched the two people Apparate and leave calmly.

She sat on the sofa expressionlessly, not even looking at the two "guests" who were almost as long as the chair.

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Knockturn Alley.

It was the first time that Vincent saw the dark side of the magic world.

All the wizards here were covered tightly, and many of them revealed evil magic.

After passing through the narrow and dirty alleys, he first saw the most conspicuous Borgin and Burke's shop.

Compared with the dusty and dilapidated streets, the huge glass windows here were spotless, and the golden fonts on the signboard had not even faded.

It was very obvious that the Burke family had a high status in Knockturn Alley.

However, the target this time was not them, but the "Half Girl" bar hidden in the corner of the alley.

"Dream Killer, don't you have similar places over there?"

"Wei - Night Stalker, you know the character of my boss. If he finds a similar place, he will lead the team to flatten the whole building as soon as possible."

The British Ministry of Magic may not know, or may be pretending not to know.

But as a distinguished "regular customer", the gentlemen must know.

"We are here." 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. A closer look will reveal that they 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 for me to finish asking for information first."

The two walked into the store, and the store owner with only two teeth left was particularly surprised.

"Night Spirit? If you show up one day later, everyone will know that you are unfortunately dead."

"I heard that someone is asking about me." Vincent sat at the bar,

"Tell me, who is looking for me."

The store owner widened his eyes slightly, as if he couldn't believe that the other party dared to speak to him in such a cold tone.

"Don't understand English?"

"Hahahaha——" He laughed loudly after a brief surprise, "So you hurt your brain!"

Vincent looked at Sam sitting next to him.

"Forgot the rules?"

One gold galleon for one message.

Neither of them intended to abide by it.

In the store owner's unbelievable eyes, two big fists hit him directly.

The two remaining yellow teeth were flying in the air.

"Bang--" The ebony wand fired a spell at a customer who stood up.

His wand fell to the ground, a little far from the two yellow teeth.

"Damn it!" The shop owner covered his mouth and shouted incoherently,

"Whoever kills them will have priority to enjoy the next batch of 'goods'!"

It would have been better without this sentence, at least he wouldn't have been hit by two more punches.

After Vincent and Sam beat him into a shelf full of bottles and skulls, they turned to face the extremely excited wizard customers at the same time.

13, a strange number.

With the piercing sound of sonic boom, they all looked up at the ceiling.

"Kacha--" It fell down as if it was crushed by something heavy.

"Armor protection!"

"Shattered into pieces!"

"Separated left and right!"

The fragmented ceiling fell piece by piece, and Vincent and Sam at the bar had already disappeared.

Just when they thought the two had left, a painful roar came from the corner.

The man's armor spell had no effect at all, and his arms fell down helplessly.

His wand was at his feet, and it had been broken into two pieces.

"It's the Disillusionment Charm!" The man in the middle shouted, "They must be hiding-"

"Right." Vincent, who had lifted the Disillusionment Charm, appeared in front of him, holding up his ebony wand high.

There was no sound, only a strong white light.

Accompanied by a slight tinnitus, a series of gas explosions could be vaguely heard.

It was just Apparition, they all knew how to do it.

But the first person who tried to move to another location appeared on the second floor where the floor had been lost.

"Hello, Scum No. 1." Sam, wearing sunglasses, waved his wand and tied the man up like a mummy and hung him up.

He looked down and accurately came to the second scum who had activated Apparition.

After performing the fluorescent blinding, Vincent did not stand still, but pointed the ebony wand that was still emitting strong light at the floor.

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The three who didn't have time to Apparate and leave had their legs entangled by the swamp-like mud.

Despite this, they forced their way outside the bar with the partially solidified soil.

"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 Dream Demon 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 much trouble to find 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 was left at the bar, raised his head.

Every minute or two, a witch scum would hang from the ceiling on the second floor.

He pointed the ebony wand at the fallen shelf, then pointed at his arms.

"I don't know what the quality of the transformed cloth is like..."

The one 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 a 5 mm thick iron chain.

Continue with another one.

"Stop, do you know who I am!"

It's meaty and should feel good when punched.

"Night Demon, if you let me go now, I can guarantee that-"

The trembling words were replaced by screams.

Despite its high fat content, the strips withstood twenty impacts.

Vincent shook his hand 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.

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