Thorn -

The hot candle oil dripping from the candles on the coffee table that was about to burn out made a stinging sound the moment it touched the lacquer surface of the coffee table, and a pungent smell of burning filled the room in a few wisps of black smoke.

Aeschylus threw out a dark green spell and submerged into the muggle's body that stood like a hanger in the corner, and suddenly, the two upturned pupils on the muggle's gray face shook violently from side to side, up and down, and the degree of bulge made people worry that the two eyeballs might fall out of their sockets at any time!

As the eye moved, the whites of the Muggle's eyes gradually drew a magical pattern of complex lines, which were also twisted and swaying with the eyeball, like black bugs burrowing into the eye sockets.

And such a hideous scene did not make Jasina appear to be moved, she watched this scene quietly.

When the magic pattern was completely formed, in the dim light, all the lines melted into the whites of the Muggle's eyes, and then, since Jasna entered the house, the Muggle, who had been motionless in the corner, stepped forward, he walked to the bed step by step with stiff steps, and under the gaze of the two of them, climbed into the bed, and covered himself for the rest of his life.

"You shouldn't expect that?"

Before Jacena could finish her sentence, Aeschylus interrupted her,

"Of course I wouldn't expect this to kill Bryan or Dumbledore--"

Aeschylus said with a relaxed shoulder and a brisk tone,

"Just to have fun with them—"

Aeschylus, who seemed to be frivolous, was more cautious than Jasna had imagined, and before he walked out of the house, he waved his wand and began to clean the house.

Of course, it's not cleaning the house, but cleaning up all the traces you leave in this room.

"What are you doing here?"

Aeschylus pulled a glass bottle out of his pocket and uncorked it, causing purple smoke to rise from the bottle.

The purple smoke quickly swelled up when it met the air, filling the entire room in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Jasna immediately raised her wand and wrapped herself in a bubble head charm to prevent herself from inhaling what looked like poisonous smoke.

"We all know what powerful wizards can do--"

The purple smoke rolled through every inch of the house, and after a dozen seconds, the purple quickly faded and disappeared as if it had melted into the air.

Aeschylus nodded in satisfaction,

"Now, they don't expect to find a clue—"

Jasina probably understood what her companion was doing, but she still said in a disapproving tone,

"We could have burned everything clean with a fire—"

"That would only leave a bigger flaw, and don't forget what magic Brian is good at--"

Aeschylus said casually, and after looking into the room again to make sure nothing was left, he exited the room after Jasina.

The weak light of the moon in the sky could not break through the deep night, and in the dark ditches on both sides of the narrow alleyway, some of the melted snow gathered in the ditch to form a black trickle, and the dull sound of the water was like a ghost crying.

Aeschylus and Jacina stood outside the door, silently staring at the house.

After a long time, Aeschylus withdrew his gaze, and his gaze wandered around, sweeping over the houses that were almost as dilapidated as the dwelling he had lived in during this time, and somehow the light smile that had always hung on his lips was gone, and a deep haze appeared in his eyes.

"To freedom—" Aeschylus said suddenly.

Jasina standing beside him had a solemn expression and a low voice, "Respect for freedom—"

She said the same, and then, with two soft sounds, the two men disappeared and disappeared into the refugee area, which seemed to have been forgotten by time.

When Amosta put on his black cloak again, put on a wide hood, and his white cheeks were hidden behind the vortex of magic, his breath was brisk, as if he had been buried in the unpolluted primeval forest from the scorching steam room, and he involuntarily exhaled a few heavy breaths.

But when he came to his senses, Amosta smiled self-deprecatingly.

If others only know that the vice-president of the International Federation of Wizards, the honorary vice-president of the Anti-Dark Arts Alliance, the senior advisor to the British Ministry of Magic, and the director of the Student Safety Office at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the famous Amosta Blaine is a guy who has been thinking about being a dark wizard all day long, then I am afraid everyone will be shocked.

However, the road was chosen by oneself, and there was nothing to complain about.

There is no real freewheeling and freedom in the world, whether it is the world on the ground or the world underground, it has its own set of rules, even the strong people who make the rules will eventually be bound by the rules they make, only Voldemort, who has deviated from his reason and is completely crazy, will expect the world to be in eternal chaos.

There was a lot of noise in my ears, and the underground world of Tumbledown Alley was more 'prosperous' at night than during the day, the fireplaces on the walls on both sides of the cave were glowing green, and wizards in black robes were constantly joining in the carnival of the night.

Kakus Foley 'got off work', but the purpose of Amosta's trip was not him, after a few glances at the group of house-elves who had healed their scars and forgot the pain, and gathered here, Amosta stepped forward and walked towards the bazaar of the underground world.

On the black market, there are many good things, and there are more shoddy things.

What you buy, all by your own eyesight, every day someone here is deceived and bankrupt, or, lucky to get good things and make a fortune.

But whether you are deceived or rich, you can only admit it yourself, and you must not go back to the trouble of the owner of the goods, and the owner of the goods cannot recover what he has sold, otherwise, I am afraid that there will be a life-and-death duel here every day, and there will be no way to do business at all.

Of course, the situation on the trading market and the consignment market is much more complicated.

It's not uncommon for principals and trustees to calculate each other, which is why delegated brokers like Foley came into being.

"Ah, long time no see, my dear Mr. Viper!"

Behind the stall, supported by a few sticks and planks, the boss with a rickety back and a bare head showed wide eyes to hide the shock in his heart when he saw the recognizable swirl of magic on the face of the person in front of him.

In the underworld, people who were active but haven't appeared for a while are generally considered to have been killed, and people like Jin Viper, who hasn't appeared for more than a year, think that he may have returned to the arms of hell long ago.

But after the initial shock, the vendor owner stood up from the triangular stool quickly, tried to straighten his waist, crooked his eyes and teeth, and showed a large black mark on his neck. The golden viper is 'notorious' on the consignment market, but on the bazaar, it is Xiang Lai's generous shot!

"What can I do for you, Mr. Viper?"

The shopkeeper said respectfully, his eyes filled with longing for the golden Garon.

"Willorence--"

Jin Viper did not respond to the boss's warm greeting, but just stood in front of the stall and silently looked at these strange things on the stall under the earnest gaze of the boss.

It's not an exaggeration to say it's weird.

On the wooden planks of about four desks put together, there are a lot of chicken and dog fragments, the size of a palm, broken sculptures in the ancient Greek style, the white vampire fangs as long as an adult's index finger, a necklace strung with dozens of bat heads, and a hideous elf. Oh, no, the goblin's head was dried, and the golden viper even saw a bronze comb that was full of patina and oriental civilization style.

It wasn't until the boss was so anxious that he couldn't help but speak, that Jin Zhencai said in an old and hoarse voice, with indifference and contempt in his tone,

"What, Willorence?"

The golden viper took his eyes off the things on the stall and looked at the shopkeeper with a condescending, chaotic face,

"It's only been a few days, and now you've started selling garbage?"

(End of chapter)