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Chapter 208 The Secret Room in Knockturn Alley
After Sherlock left Gringotts, he turned and walked into a remote alley.

Inside, he took off the mask on his face, then took out a bottle of disguise potion that was swindled from Snape, poured it on his face, and created an ordinary-looking middle-aged wizard face.

Then he took out a large black robe, put it on, and put on a hood, just like Silk usually did, using that hood to cover most of his face.

After getting everything ready, Sherlock walked out of the alley, wandered around Diagon Alley for a while, and after making sure that no one was following him, he came to a wall at the end of Diagon Alley.

He went straight ahead as if the wall didn't exist.

The moment Sherlock came into contact with the wall, the entire wall was like ripples splashing on the surface of water, and there was a burst of ripples, but Sherlock had already disappeared in place.

The next moment, his figure reappeared in a dirty gray street.

This is a magical street similar to Diagon Alley, but the environment is particularly bad.

Garbage is everywhere on both sides of the road, and the surrounding buildings are also dusty. Just looking at it makes people feel depressed.

There is a wooden signpost beside the road marking the name of this magical street - Knockturn Alley.

This is a street that is far less famous than Diagon Alley in the wizarding world, but basically every adult wizard knows a street.

The shops here are all doing business related to black magic, and the wizards who wander here all the year round are basically dangerous people in gray areas.

It can be said that all those who can become Death Eaters are dark wizards, but not everyone who is a black wizard is a Death Eater.

Diagon Alley is where these mostly non-Death Eater Dark wizards gather.

Sherlock ignored the shops that displayed all kinds of severed limbs and hands, or withered human heads in the windows, and walked toward the depths of Knockturn Alley with a clear goal.

There are few pedestrians on this street, but almost everyone is dressed like Sherlock, and there are a few people who show up in public, and they all have malicious expressions on their faces, and they can tell at a glance that they are not good things. witch.

Approaching the end of Knockturn Alley, Sherlock stopped in front of a dilapidated house.

This place is not a shop, but a residence. This is a dilapidated house that Sherlock bought a month ago.

Even though Knockturn Alley is remote and there is not much traffic, it is still worth every inch of land. Even in such a hidden place, a house with an area of ​​less than twenty square meters still cost him nearly thousand galleons.

Taking out the special key from his pocket, Sherlock opened the door of the house.

There is hardly any furniture inside, and the walls and wooden floors are also tattered. It can be seen that the history of this house is extremely long. If it is placed in the Muggle world, it may be regarded as a cultural relic.

There was a pile of sundries in the northwest corner of the room. With a wave of his hand, Sherlock threw away the messy old sofas, rotten chairs, and broken tables. It is a complete wooden cabinet.

Opening the third drawer from the top of the wooden cabinet, he pulled out his wand and tapped lightly on the inside of the drawer, and the whole wooden cabinet automatically split apart, revealing a small secret room at the back.

After the secret chamber was opened, a whole bunch of messy things squeezed out of it.

The most conspicuous of them is a skull with a crown on its head and a withered arm. Even if the other items are not as scary as these two things from the outside, they still don't look like simple things.

These are all treasures related to black magic that Sherlock identified from the vault of the Lestrange family.

He specially distinguished these things from normal treasures, and bought this house for special storage, while the others, those equally priceless gold, silver and jewelry, were stored in Gringotts in France.

Sherlock used his real identity to buy a vault in Gringotts, France, which was specially used to store the wealth transferred from the Lestrange family vault.

But these things related to black magic have very clear characteristics. To be on the safe side, he didn't store them in the vault or sell them at will.

Instead, put it here separately, and plan when to pick out things that may be useful from it, and destroy all the others.

After identifying the black magic-related items from the treasure brought out this time and storing them in the secret room, Sherlock left the house.

He has well-arranged the protection measures for this house, and he is not afraid that someone will find something from here.

Just when he had arranged everything, left Knockturn Alley with other treasures, and returned to Diagon Alley, just as he took off his black robe and removed the disguise on his face, he ran into an acquaintance.

"Sherlock, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Looking at Kingsley who stopped to greet him, a smile appeared on Sherlock's face.

"It's not long since I left school. I'm here to buy some things that I might use at the beginning of next semester."

Kingsley and Sherlock are old acquaintances, and their relationship has been very good since they investigated the case of the straw man attack together last year.

Including tickets for the Quidditch World Cup to be held in England soon, which he also forwarded to Sherlock.

Kingsley was not wearing the uniform of the Auror Command today, and it was obvious that he had not come to Diagon Alley for any official business.

"Sometimes I really envy you." Kingsley said with a wry smile, "There are many holidays every year, which is much easier than when you were an Auror."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and walked beside him.

"Come on, you are not the same now, are you on vacation?"

"This month is the only day I can rest. From now on, not only me, but the entire Auror Command will be very busy."

"Because of the upcoming Quidditch World Cup?"

Kingsley shook his head.

"Not only that, the Daily Prophet has not reported this matter, but it is not a secret. In the Ministry of Magic, an employee of the Department of Magical Sports named Bertha Jorkins has disappeared. At first we just thought that the The woman who is usually a bit silly and likes to meddle in other people's business has lost her way somewhere, but until now she still hasn't appeared, so it's obvious that something is wrong."

"During the Quidditch World Cup, in addition to maintaining the safety and order in the British wizarding world, we also had to investigate her disappearance. The Ministry entrusted this task to me, but until now we know where she was before she disappeared. Vacation in Albania, nothing else."

(End of this chapter)