Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 751 Respect for Freedom

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The hot candle oil dripping from the dying candle on the coffee table made a sizzling sound the moment it touched the paint surface of the coffee table. Amidst the wisps of black smoke, a pungent burning smell filled the room.

Aeschylus threw a dark green cursed light into the body of the Muggle standing upright like a clothes hanger in the corner. Suddenly, the two upturned pupils on the Muggle's gray face shook violently left and right, up and down, violently The protrusion makes people worry that their two eyeballs may fall out of their sockets at any time!

As the eyeballs swayed, the whites of the Muggle's eyes gradually drew complex lines of magic patterns. These lines also twisted and swayed with the eyeballs, like black worms drilling into the eye sockets.

Such a ferocious scene did not move Jasna in any way, she watched the scene quietly.

After the magic lines were completely formed, in the dim light, all the lines melted into the whites of the Muggles' eyes. Then, the Muggles who had been motionless in the corner since Jasna entered the room took steps forward. , he walked stiffly towards the bed step by step, climbed into the bed under the gaze of the two people, and covered himself with it for the rest of his life.

"You wouldn't expect this."

Before Jasna finished speaking, Aeschylus interrupted her,

"I certainly wouldn't expect this to kill Blaine or Dumbledore--"

Aeschylus relaxed his shoulders and said briskly,

"Just giving them some fun—"

The seemingly carefree Aeschylus was more cautious than Jasna imagined. Before walking out of the house, he waved his magic wand and began to clean the room.

Of course, I am not cleaning the room, but cleaning up all the traces I left in this room.

Aeschylus nodded with satisfaction,

Aeschylus said casually, he looked around the room again, and after confirming that nothing was left behind, he followed Jasna out of the room.

"Now, they can't expect to find any clues——"

Jasna probably understood what his companion was doing, but still said in a disapproving tone,

"We can burn everything clean with strong fire——"

The purple smoke expanded rapidly when it met the air, filling the entire room in the blink of an eye.

Those purple smoke rolled through every inch of space in the house. After more than ten seconds, the purple color quickly faded and disappeared as if melting into the air.

Aeschylus took out a glass bottle from his pocket, pulled out the cork, and let the purple smoke rise from the bottle.

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

For a long time, Aeschylus withdrew his gaze and turned to wander around, scanning the houses that were almost as dilapidated as the residence he lived in during this period. Somehow, the brisk smile that always hung on the corner of his mouth disappeared. , but there was a deep haze in his eyes.

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

"That will only leave a bigger hole. Don't forget what magic Blaine is good at--"

Upon seeing this, Jasna immediately raised her wand and wrapped herself in a bubble spell to prevent herself from inhaling what looked like poisonous smoke.

"To liberty—" Aeschylus said suddenly.

"What are you doing?"

Aeschylus and Jasna stood outside the door, watching the house in silence.

Jasna, standing next to him, looked solemn and said in a low voice, "Respect freedom——"

She said the same, and then, with two soft sounds, the two people disappeared, disappearing into this refugee area that seemed to have been forgotten by time.

When Amosta put on the black cloak again and put on the wide hood, and his fair cheeks were hidden behind the magic whirlpool again, his breathing became light, as if he had been buried in the hot steam room. The polluted virgin forest made him involuntarily exhale a few heavy breaths. But after coming back to his senses, Amosta smiled to himself.

If others only knew that the famous Amosta Braine, Vice President of the International Federation of Wizards, Honorary Vice President of the Anti-Dark Arts Alliance, Senior Advisor to the British Ministry of Magic, and Director of the Student Safety Office of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is a person who thinks all day long. Looking at this guy who is a dark wizard, I'm afraid everyone will be shocked.

However, you chose your own path, so there is nothing to complain about.

There is no real freedom and freedom in the world. Whether it is the above-ground world or the underground world, it has its own set of rules. Even the strong ones who make the rules will eventually be bound by the rules they set. Only Voldemort can Only a guy who has deviated from reason and is completely crazy would expect the world to be in eternal chaos.

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

Karkus Foley was 'off duty', but the purpose of Amosta's trip was not him. He took a few glances at the group of house elves who had healed their scars and forgot about the pain, and gathered here again. Amosta walked towards the bazaar of the underground world.

On the black market, there are a lot of good things and even more shoddy things.

What you buy depends on your own eyesight. Every day, people are cheated here and lose all their money, or they are lucky enough to find good things and make a fortune.

But whether you have been deceived or made a fortune, you can only admit it yourself, and you are never allowed to go back and trouble the owner of the goods. The owner cannot pursue the things he sold. Otherwise, there will probably be life-and-death duels here every day. , there is no way to do business at all.

Of course, the situation in the trading market here and the entrustment market is much more complicated.

It’s not uncommon for principals and trustees to plot against each other, which is why task brokers like Foley came into being.

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

Behind the stall, which was supported by a few sticks and planks, the boss, with a stooped back and a bare head, widened his eyes to hide his astonishment after seeing the highly recognizable magic vortex on the face of the person in front of him.

In the underground world, people who were originally active but have not appeared for a while are generally considered to have been killed. For a guy like Jin Viper who has not appeared for more than a year, people think that he may have returned to the embrace of hell. .

But after the initial shock, the stall owner quickly stood up from the triangular stool, straightened his waist hard, his eyes were crooked and his teeth were open, and a large black mark was exposed on his neck, and his face was filled with joy. Golden Viper is notorious in the commission market, but here in the market, Xiang Lai spends a lot of money!

"How can I serve you, Mr. Golden Viper?"

The shop owner said respectfully, with longing for the golden Galleons in his eyes.

"Willow Lawrence--"

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

To say it is bizarre is an understatement.

On the wooden boards that were about the size of four desks put together, there were many broken pieces of chicken and dog, as big as the palm of your hand, broken sculptures in the ancient Greek style, pale vampire fangs as long as an adult's index finger, and dozens of bats. The necklace strung around the head showed a ferocious-looking elf. Oh, no, after drying the elf's head, Jin Viper even saw a bronze comb with a patina all over its body, in the style of Eastern civilization.

It wasn't until the boss was anxious about waiting that he couldn't help but speak. Jin Weicai spoke in an old and hoarse voice, with indifference and contempt in his tone.

"What, Will Lawrence?"

Jin Viper took his eyes away from the things on the stall and faced the shop owner with a condescending face.

"We haven't seen each other for a few days, and now you've switched to selling junk?"

(End of this chapter)