Chapter 1048: Killing

"What to do with these two?"

"These two?" Fan Lin looked at the two werewolves that turned into stone statues, "When you were an Auror, how did you treat your enemies?"

"I thought you couldn't accept it." Sirius said, and with a flick of his hand, the two stone statues shattered into countless pieces, and disappeared without a trace with a breeze.

"You're so rude," Fan Lin's mouth twitched twice. Sirius's approach was too direct. He originally thought he would wait until he left.

"There's no need to be patient. There's no one who lives here who doesn't have something on their hands, let alone two werewolves. You'll know when you get in."

"Have you never been here before?" Fan Lin was a little curious, but Sirius said he had never been to Knockturn Alley.

"Oh, of course, I have never been here, but I have been to worse places than here." Sirius said, patting Fan Lin on the shoulder.

"You stay here, Walton." Sirius commanded. "If anyone comes, if you can't handle it, run away."

"I thought you would kill him too."

"He is from the Ministry of Magic, at least for now."

Fan Lin looked at Sirius in disbelief, as if he was getting to know him again. In Fan Lin's impression, Sirius had always been the guy who hated evil, and he didn't expect that he would choose other ways to deal with it.

"Very surprised?"

"Yes." Fan Lin nodded, "But that's okay. There has to be someone staying here to take care of him, and Walton's identity as a Death Eater couldn't be better."

"Let's go." Fan Lin said, hiding the wand under the black cloak again.

In fact, it fits well with its surroundings.

Underground streets, underground streets, hidden in the shadows are never a good place.

Although the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic is also underground in London, at least they can still see the sun because of magic.

But this is not the case in the underground streets of Knockturn Alley. If there is any light source, braziers and torches are the only options.

In fact, the space here is not high. If Hagrid came here, he would be able to touch the soil above by jumping twice, but relatively speaking, this place is like a group of larger houses.

Well, a house as big as the entirety of Diagon Alley.

In fact, if it weren't for the change in the surrounding light, Fanlin would have thought he was on a Greek street.

There are low square mud houses everywhere here. Of course, like all markets, there are small entrances one after another supported by rotten wooden sticks.

Fortunately, after walking through the darkness at the entrance and arriving at the official market, the light became brighter. Although it was still a little dim, with the torches, everyone could not be bothered to understand everything.

…

"Is there a shop here?" Fan Lin asked in surprise. They had just passed by a black magic shop. Although they were a bit dilapidated, the style was not much different from that of Bok-Bojin Magic Shop. The dim light shone through The glass cast a shadow on the opposite side, and Fanlin saw a body curled up somewhere...

I don't know whether I should describe it as a person or an object, but the smell of blood and the smell of decaying corpses brought about by death cannot be concealed.

"Oh, of course." Sirius said, "Of course, this place is no different from the market. There is also a tavern. Of course, the tavern is not a good place. Lupine told me, what kind of drinks can you get there? You can buy everything, including the blood that werewolves love."

"It's not surprising." Fan Lin nodded and looked at the corpses in the corner. This is not a strange phenomenon for underground streets, especially in areas where werewolves dominate.

In fact, most dark wizards are unwilling to come here, but due to their own reasons, they are not accepted by the normal magical world, and there are too few places to go.

To be a dark wizard, you must have the consciousness to be a dark wizard. In fact, it is very applicable no matter what time it is.

"Do you want to deal with him?" Sirius looked at Fan Lin silently.

"Oh, no, this is his choice." Fan Lin said, "You should be responsible for your own choices. I know this very well."

"Let's go." With that said, Fan Lin took the lead and walked deeper.

This is just the edge of the underground shopping mall. In this case, the underground shopping mall shows only basic operations.

Soon, Fanlin truly realized how realistic this place was, and exactly what it would be like to be far away from the law.

Wherever there are people, there is struggle. In an underground street, two people passing by may suddenly pull out their wands because they don't like each other for some unknown reason.

Of course, this is not a stupid wizard duel. The other party will not inform you in advance when and where they will have a duel with you, but when you are defenseless, killing is the ultimate goal.

Being weak is a fault, and being financially burdened is also a sin. The underground street has always adhered to this.

This werewolf rule is also inseparable. In fact, neither Knockturn Alley nor Albania will be so chaotic, but in Fenrir's territory...

It seemed that he had spread his cruelty and bloodthirsty factor into the air of Fanlin and spread it to everyone.

The wizards here seem to have a kind of morbid madness, the kind of almost twisted desire for blood and death.

This makes Fanlin feel bad, but Fanlin can't think of any other way to solve this problem except destroying this place.

In fact, when Fanlin just saw the figure vaguely, he smelled a pungent smell of blood.

In an alley not far from them, a guy who was not sure whether he was a werewolf killed another guy with his hands, and then lay on the ground and ate unscrupulously.

Here, killing and food are fun, Fanlin is really clear about this.

…

"Do you want to kill him?" Sirius said in a low voice with disgust. As

No matter what his identity is, Sirius can't tolerate such things. Even if those here are not good people, at least they are still wizards, and then they are pressed to the ground and eaten by a guy who is clearly a werewolf.

It seemed that he was still alive, and his shrill howls echoed through the air, but no one cared, because it was not him who died. Of course, if the werewolf did not kill him but only ate some of him, it would not be long before the werewolf added some of the lowest-level companions. (To be continued)