This Hogwarts is not normal

The Muggle Protection Act, which had been in force for less than a year, apparently hadn't affected Knockturn Alley yet.

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 a thing now.

"Gentlemen, we are going to borrow your identities now."

Two perfect Polyjuice Potions, put into a single hair each, quickly turned into a foul-smelling thick liquid.

Compared with the disgusting taste, Vincent and Sam felt that what they were about to do was more important.

"Mr. Patel, I will take care of your wand for the time being."

Holding the gun blade in her arms, Yin Fulin calmly watched the two apparate and leave.

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

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Knockturn Alley.

It was the first time for Vincent to see the dark side of the magic world.

The wizards here are all tightly covered, and many of them reveal an evil magical atmosphere.

After passing through the narrow and dirty alleys, he first saw the most conspicuous Bojinbok store.

Compared with the dust and dilapidated streets, the huge glass windows here are spotless, and the gold lettering of the signs has not even faded.

It is very obvious that the Bock family has a lot of status in Knockturn Alley.

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

"Dream Demon Killer, don't you have a similar place over there?"

"Wei—Night Demon Spirit, you know my boss's character. If he finds something similar, he will immediately lead a team to level the entire building."

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

But the gentlemen who are distinguished "regular customers" must know it.

"Here we are." Sam looked at the bone ornaments outside the shop.

A qualified Auror not only needs to learn a lot of knowledge, but also be proficient in camouflage, stealth and tracking.

He is the youngest team leader of the Magic Council, and if you look closely, you can tell that those bones are all human.

And the light-colored leather covered by the open door is made of a whole piece of human skin.

"Don't be impulsive." Vincent held Patel's ebony wand, "Wait until I finish asking the news."

The two walked into the shop, and the shop owner who had only two teeth left was particularly surprised.

"Night Devil? If you show up one day later, everyone will know that you died unfortunately."

"I heard that someone is spying on me." Vincent sat on the bar counter,

"Tell me, who is looking for me?"

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

"Can't understand English?"

"Hahahaha——" he laughed loudly after a short period of astonishment, "So you hurt your brain!"

Vincent looked at Sam, who was sitting next to him.

"Have you forgotten all the rules?"

One Galleon, one message.

Neither of them intended to obey.

Under the incredulous gaze of the store owner, two big fists directly hit him.

The two remaining yellow teeth fluttered in the air.

"Peng—" The ebony wand shot a spell at a standing customer.

His wand, knocked flying, fell to the floor, a little away from the two yellow teeth.

"Damn it!" the store owner covered his mouth and yelled indistinctly.

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

It's okay without this sentence, at least I won't get two more fists.

After Vincent and Sam beat him into the racks of wine bottles and skulls, they simultaneously turned to the ecstatic wizarding patrons.

13, a wonderful number.

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

"Katsa—" it fell down as if it was crushed by some heavy object.

"Armor protection!"

"Fractured!"

"Left and right separation!"

Fragmented ceilings fell piece by piece, and Vincent and Sam at the bar had long since disappeared.

Just when they thought the two of them had left, there was a painful howl near the corner.

The man's Iron Armor Curse had no effect at all, and his arms fell limply.

His wand was at his feet, and it was broken in two.

"It's the Disillusionment Curse!" shouted the one standing in the middle, "The two of them must be hiding—"

"Correct answer." Vincent appeared in front of him after lifting the illusion spell, holding up the ebony wand.

There was no sound, only intense white light.

Accompanied by slight tinnitus, one could vaguely hear the sound of gas explosions ringing out one after another.

Apparation only, they can all do it.

But the first person who tried to transfer his location appeared on the second floor where the floor had already been lost.

"Hello, Wu Zha No. 1." Sam, wearing sunglasses, waved his magic wand, and tied the man into a mummy and hung it up.

He looked down, and precisely came to the side of the second Wu Zha who activated Apparition.

Vincent, who was blinded after casting the fluorescent light, did not stand still, but pointed the ebony wand that was still shining brightly at the floor.

The three of them had no time to phantom and leave, and their legs were entangled in the swamp-like mud.

Even so, they forced their way outside the pub with the partially solidified clod.

"Damn it, when did that idiot Night Demon's Transfiguration become so powerful!"

The solidified clod was extremely hard, as heavy as steel.

"Not only that, the Nightmare Killer can even complete Apparition in an instant, which is quite an advanced teleportation skill."

A gas explosion suddenly sounded behind him.

Almost at the same time, many tentacles with suction cups stretched out from the ground they stepped on.

"It's too troublesome to find them one by one." Sam bounced off the oncoming spell, "I'll take you to a good place."

Grab any witch slag at random, and take them all away with the tentacles transformed from the soil.

Vincent, who stayed at the bar, raised his head.

Every one or two minutes, a witch would hang from the ceiling on the second floor.

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

"I don't know how the quality of the deformed cloth is..."

The one closest to him saw him moving his wrist, but he didn't know what he would encounter next.

"Aw—" Heart-piercing shouts rang out one after another.

It didn't break in twenty strokes, about the strength of a 5mm thick iron chain.

Change to continue.

"Stop, do you know who I am!"

It's fleshy, and it should feel good when you beat it.

"Night Demon, if you let me go now, I can assure you—"

The trembling words were replaced by screams.

Despite the high proportion of fat, the strips still withstand twenty impacts.

Vincent shook his hand and began to choose the next target.

The shop owner who was bound on 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.

About the fifth place, the voices of the shamans changed.

They began to beg for mercy, as humble as they could be.

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