On the surface, the black market beneath the Thames is by no means a good place. As for the people who are involved in it, most of them are also wizards who wander on the edge of the Secrecy Law.

However, there is never a place in this world that is black and white, so we might call them "Grey Wizards".

Maca didn't know what others thought, but at least that's what he thought.

After all, even he sells some potions on the black market that aren't for sale, doesn't he?

So, perhaps a long time ago, the underground space of the black market belonged to Helbo. But now, if Helmo still considered it his personal domain, Maca would be the first to disagree!

"McLean, are you sure these are the ...... Oh I mean, can these elves do what you say? ”

Even Akinbad, a well-informed old wizard, was shocked when he saw such a large group of chic elves.

For so many years, how could there still be wild elves in the wizarding world? At least Akinbad, who has worked in the International Federation of Wizards for half his life, has never even heard of it.

"Oh, of course!" Maca nodded, "I made a deal with them, and trust me, they will surprise you with their performance." ”

It's already night, and Helmo doesn't know what he's going to do in that space underneath.

In addition, Maca didn't know that the Werther family didn't actually have the summoning volume of "Abateel", so he had to hurry.

"Anyway, while I'm trying to find a way to enter the black market with the elves, I'll have to ask you to patrol the ground...... Mr. Scrimgeour, I've already reminded them at the Auror office to assemble and stand by, so please go back and give orders! ”

A wizard like Helbo, who had lived through the era of magical warfare, Maca wasn't sure what the other party would do.

If Helbo had tossed his brain into the Muggle world, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Well, if you think about it, this possibility is really not small!

After explaining a simple plan, Maca turned around again and beckoned to Old Luck in the elf pile.

"I have a space here, and since our wizard's magic is being targeted by the other party, I have to rely on you to help me get through."

"'Spatial location'?" Old Luck scratched at his big ears and looked a little puzzled, "What's that?" ”

"Hmmm......"

Maca shook her head, realizing that she couldn't figure out how to explain it to the elf for a while. After all, in ancient languages, such words also existed, but elves never used them.

After being stunned for a moment, he simply took out a portkey and let Old Luck hold it with him.

"Can you feel it? That's the place......"

He tried to activate the magic in the portkey, and although it didn't work, it still helped Old Luck sense the spatial coordinates in the black market.

"I'd like to go there, but I won't—but I think you elves should be fine."

As far as the elf race is concerned, it has been under the control of wizards since the time when Helmo was born. In fact, the wizarding community at that time did not treat elves much better than modern wizards.

When wars frequented, the elves who were quite good at natural magic at that time, but whose values were always not quite right, naturally became the best "allies" on the wizard's side.

Yes, Maca is somewhat sure that Helbo's contempt for elves is only a little bit stronger than Voldemort's.

When Maca guided Old Luck to sense the specific location, Old Luck immediately nodded his head.

"You're going down there?" "No problem," he said. ”

But Marka then waved her hand.

"It's not 'me', it's 'us,'" Maca said to the elves behind Old Rak, "pick your people and come with me to complete the mission given to us by your Excellency Firi - this time we will most likely enter the battle." ”

It's a battle, but it's actually unlikely that the elves will go against Helpo. To put it bluntly, what Maca wanted was just the kind of "turret-style" group attack that the elves used to block the fire dragon group.

If there is a close battle with the Werther family, the elves will basically not be able to deal with it.

"Oh! Are there any enemies of Lord Ferry? The elves are always ready! ”

As soon as he heard the name "Lord Firay", Old Luck felt as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and this idea of ancestor worship was almost like it was deeply planted in their blood.

After shouting an oath-like slogan, Old Luck immediately turned around and went to select the "Pioneer Regiment of His Excellency Fairy" to organize him.

And when Maca turned around again and faced Akinbad and the others again, it was not surprising to see faces full of confusion.

"They've been isolated for so long, so they're still using an ancient language, and it's a variant that's been distorted over generations," he casually explains, "and I don't understand all of them." ”

Just hurriedly answered the doubts in everyone's hearts, and Maca no longer rambled anything, but directly said that everyone could take action.

"I just hope things don't get too bad......"

……

Located in London's underground black market, it's still so drowsy. It's just that compared to the busy and orderly scene in the past, tonight is obviously a lot more chaotic.

The destruction of black market exits is well known to many.

The shops and stalls on several streets began to close, and most of the wizards who begged for a living here began to look for a way out.

If you look closely, you can find that almost all of the people who are running around the streets and alleys at this time are scattered people who act alone in the black market on weekdays.

In fact, after so many years of evolution, the black market has become more organized than one might think.

Take one of the biggest examples - for example, the Dark Spirit Pavilion, after discovering that wizards can't leave the black market for the first time, the goblins who are full of ways to make money in their minds immediately vacate the largest propaganda board in the hall.

Soon, the wizards who were scurrying around like headless flies heard that the Dark Spirit Pavilion was offering a temporary "giveaway service" at an unexpectedly fair price.

Yes, wizards can't get out, but the elves' innate magic is completely unaffected. Although they don't have the ability of elves to send a bunch of people out at once, the "one-to-one service" can obviously make wizards feel the sincerity of the Dark Spirit Pavilion.

In business, it's all about reputation, and those goblins obviously want to take advantage of this opportunity to earn a good reputation.

Of course, there are well-informed people who know early on that they can't leave the black market, and naturally there are also people who don't notice anything unusual at all.

Speaking of which, the black market is really not a small place, so it has also given birth to a group of guys who choose to live here for one reason or another.

Some are wanted to avoid being wanted, while others are businessmen with regular supply channels – like Maca's old classmates and couple, who belong to the latter.

At this moment, Maca and Old Luck appeared in his old classmate's potions shop in a spatial distortion.

"Luck, you wait here first, I'll go out and find out. If someone comes in here, you don't need to be polite, just stun the other party. ”

He looked around as he spoke.

At that time, when I took Christine and Charles away, due to time constraints, the place was almost never cleaned up. But before going out, Christine finally locked the door of the store.

Maca looked left and right and saw no signs of anyone entering.

But when he separated from old Luck and went out into the street, he was immediately shocked by what he saw.

"It's ...... What's going on? ”

It's been a long time since the black market was isolated from the outside world, but most of the shops on this street are still open.

Even the pedestrians on the streets are just a little less crowded than in the past.

Although it is not close to the main road with the most traffic, it is still a little puzzled by such an unmoved situation.

"Sluggish news? It doesn't make sense......"

The state in the black market seems to be quite different from what Maca thought before.

Without further thought, he walked down the street again. It wasn't until he met two teams of wizards in uniform on the way that he had a slight guess.

It seems that there are forces that are maintaining order in the black market in an organized manner - Maca doesn't come here much, and many things are handed over to others to deal with, so that he subconsciously ignores the existence of "managers" in this black market.

"I've been living too comfortably lately, and I've forgotten my old days."

He raised his hand and scratched his scalp, laughing a little self-deprecatingly.

"It's just not necessarily good news for me......"

Putting aside the hesitation in her heart for a while, Maca walked through several streets and alleys in a row, and finally came to the middle avenue.

The situation here is obviously much more chaotic, and a large number of witches and witches have gathered here, which can't help but give birth to a sense of surprise in Maca's heart, "There are so many people in the black market".

In a situation where there are many times more people in chaos than there are people maintaining order, the effect of the latter is quite limited.

"Hmm...... Anyway, let's go back to the Werther family's mansion first! ”

Observing the state of the black market in advance can provide more convenience for subsequent actions, and after a general understanding, he will have to do what he has to do.

Along the way, Maca swept low over the main street in a stealthy state, but finally felt a sense of uneasiness from the hearts of the people.