The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

France, Silent Lane.

This is the largest gathering place of dark wizards in France. Countless dark wizards and half-human creatures gather here - very few normal people settle here, because you never know how many times you will experience life and death in a day.

The "streets" are wide, making it easy for people to fight here.

Moreover, the French Aurors do not care about this place. The law of the jungle and violence against violence are the social rules here. The only requirement is that you must dispose of the corpses you kill yourself, otherwise, you will become the public enemy of Silent Alley.

Of course, the kind of lunatic who takes pleasure in killing people cannot come here, or they will be attacked by a group of people when they come - after all, it is not good to kill too many people.

The cause of the chaos is the people who make the laws.

Ever since Geiger Grindelwald ignited a raging fire here in 1927, the local pure-blood families have always lacked a sense of security, so they all began to befriend Dumbledore and recruit wizards with various benefits. This is why they have almost total control over Beauxbatons and the French Ministry of Magic.

Silent Alley is also their means of acquiring powerful wizards.Some wizards are violent and like crime and chaos. This is where they release their natural instincts.

Casinos, life-and-death duel arenas, gold sinks... they can live "freely" without any restrictions here.

This is also a good place for purebloods to "cleanse" people. The clan members who have committed crimes will stay here for a few days. After the storm has passed, they can change their appearance and return to the normal wizarding world.

20 years ago, Voldemort also considered entering the European continent, but was forcefully persuaded by his subordinates to return to England. Their peak combat power was indeed not as good as Voldemort's, but if they really resisted, they could kill all the Death Eaters until only Voldemort was left.

Making trouble at home is just a fine, but in France?Voldemort, you are fine. We Death Eaters have to worry about our lives.

This is the Alley of Silence, which belongs to a group of French purebloods, born in darkness, eternal in killing, and the law will also be silent here!

As for the reward from the Ministry of Magic?Ha, it’s just for people to see!

"So... I really broke the rules."

Ricardo felt a little want to laugh when he thought about what he had done.

In order to make extra money, he turned this place into a weekend challenge dungeon...

After all, he was considered cheating.

As he walked on the streets of Silent Alley, the people around him looked at him with fear and hatred, but no one dared to come forward.

"Help!" A drunken man looked at Ricardo walking on the street and stood up, "Who dares to be so arrogant in Silent Alley? I have to teach him a lesson!"

The companions on the side quickly grabbed the big man and whispered: "Are you crazy! This is Ricardo Silva! Five years ago, he dared to sneak into Silent Alley to catch the murderer! He was also rescued from a small black wizard organization because of this. He killed someone! Did you see that boy who was drinking in a daze? His father was killed by Silva with an unknown spell at that time!"

Ricardo's ears twitched and he glanced at a drunken man on the side of the road who was younger than him.

At that time, he came to Silent Alley for the first time and wanted to take down a dark wizard to make extra money. Then he met the kidnapped Furong. In order to rescue her, he used all his spiritual power to kill the leader of the organization from the spiritual level—— Of course, this was something he didn't expect, and he has not dared to attack in this way since then.

Unexpectedly, that guy had a child... But Ricardo had no regrets. Since he wanted to make this money, he had to be prepared to kill and be killed. He was like this, and so was the deceased.

So should we eradicate the root cause... Ricardo tightened his grip on the wand.

At this time, the young man suddenly turned around, looked into Ricardo's peripheral vision, and showed a teasing smile.

Ricardo's heart tightened and he quickly raised his wand: "Split into pieces!"

But there was a blur of light flashing by, and the young man disappeared from the spot.

Ricardo immediately got into a fighting stance, and suddenly, a high-pitched voice came from his ears:

"Ricardo Silva, remember me as the Avenger. From now on, it will be our duel..."

Ricardo's face instantly darkened.

"Hey! Silva, you smashed my table!" The bar owner who was serving the young man ran out, looked at the table that was torn into pieces, and shouted angrily at Ricardo.

"What are the rules of Silent Alley?"

Ricardo raised his head and looked at the boss with careful eyes.

"Rules? Doesn't it mean that the one with the big fist is the rule..."

"That's it."

Ricardo turned around and left indifferently. The boss scratched his head, a little strange.

"This guy... seems to have a worse temper after not seeing each other for a year?"

"I'll pay." A clear voice sounded, and a veiled woman handed over the fee.

The air suddenly became a little stagnant, and everyone looked at the woman with greed in their eyes.

"Little girl, do you know where this place is?" A man walked over with a lewd look.

The woman did not panic. She looked at the people suddenly surrounding her and suddenly let out a confident laugh:

"Are you sure you want to rob? Do you know my relationship with the little boy in front of me? If not, I can call him over - although I don't really want to."

……

"Who are you...leading now?"

Ricardo asked, standing in front of a group of werewolves.

"The boss is not here, I..." A werewolf stood up, ready to answer.

"Then you are not qualified." Ricardo didn't even give him a look.

But this did not make the werewolf angry. On the contrary, he breathed a sigh of relief and his eyes were full of gratitude.

Yes, they are the werewolves who were beaten by Ricardo and then killed their leader Fenrir on Christmas.

When the gap reaches a certain level, even ignoring it is a gift.

"Silva...Sir!" A werewolf ran from a distance, panting, "What's the matter?"

He looked around and suddenly yelled in a low voice: "What are you doing standing there! Where's the chair! Where's the tea! Get it quickly!"

"Need not……"

"I was rude, sir," the werewolf said quickly. "How can a group like ours have food that you like? Well, in that case, then! Kneel down and wait for Mr. Silva Order!"

"..."

Ricardo was stunned and speechless by this guy.

But he really has to show off when he comes here, and it’s good to have such a compliment.

Looking at the dozens of werewolves kneeling in darkness, he glanced down at them, and then looked at the current leader.

"What's your name...forget it, I'm too lazy to remember it, just call it Wolfman. I want you to protect someone."

He handed a business card to Wolfman, who had just been "named": "This is information about her. Do not ask for anything else."

Wolfman took the business card respectfully, and then saw that there was nothing on it except his name.

"Miss Delacour?"

"Except for her home address, I don't want you to investigate anything else about her," Ricardo said coldly, "I don't want to say too much, but seriously, you are my prisoners of war, no matter who instigated it. I hope you will protect this person, no matter what."

"I'm not interested in political negotiations or anything like that, and I don't expect that I can use my charisma to inspire you to bow to me. But this world still respects the strong. I can't spare the time to protect, but I have time to kill. So, don't Just be clever, if something goes wrong with her, you will be the first person I look for."

When speaking, Ricardo was half-killing, surrounded by black energy, which made his image even more terrifying, making the place feel silent.

He looked at the werewolf kneeling below him, feeling a little obsessed for no reason.