Kyle had been here before, but he had never taken a close look. It was only when he came with Newt to look for werewolves that he noticed there were so many shops here.

It extends from the entrance all the way to the depths of Knockturn Alley. Judging from the number of shops alone, it is no less than Diagon Alley next door.

However, most of the shops here don't have signs, and some just hang something at the door, such as a dry finger, a skull, or something like a tree root.

"These are to deal with the inspection of the Ministry of Magic." As if seeing Kyle's confusion, Newt explained: "The withered fingers represent general black magic items and stolen dirt, and the skulls represent poisons and things with fatal curses.

“But most of these shops sell fakes or repackaged inferior goods. You can’t even find a single genuine product on this half street.

"After all, in Knockturn Alley, honesty is the cheapest thing."

"Won't the people who were cheated come and cause trouble for them?" Kyle asked.

Anyway, if he bought a fake product, he would definitely not let it go.

"It was a long time ago," Newt said, "but those who can own a shop in Knockturn Alley basically have some special skills and hidden treasures, and it is difficult for ordinary wizards to take advantage of them.

"Besides, the shop owners here have united together a long time ago. If you cause trouble for one person, you will cause trouble for all the shop owners. So even a powerful wizard has to abide by the rules here."

"Rules? What rules?"

"A lot, but the most important thing is no returns." Newt said, "You have to check the things you buy here in advance. Once you pay, you can't regret it."

"Oh, I see." Kyle nodded. He looked at Newt and couldn't help wondering...Hasn't Newt always lived in Dorset? How come he was so familiar with Knockturn Alley?

"Have you been here before?" he asked.

"I've been here a few times." Newt's eyes suddenly became vague. "Some things can't be bought through normal channels. You can only try your luck here."

From the look on his face, Kyle could probably guess what was going on...it was nothing more than something from Newt's youth.

After being collectively blacklisted by the Ministries of Magic of almost all countries, if he wanted to go anywhere, he could only do so through illegal portkeys or other irregular means.

And these things can only be found in places like Knockturn Alley.

So strictly speaking, Newt can be considered a frequent visitor here.

But Kyle didn't point it out. He looked around and asked, "But didn't you just say that almost everything here is fake?"

“Almost, not all. If there is no genuine product, this place will not be able to operate.” Newt coughed twice. “In fact, I have been cheated many times. On average, I can only buy one useful genuine product every five times.”

"The chances are really low." Kyle curled his lips and looked at the surrounding shops again.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that a figure suddenly flashed behind a window, and when he looked over, it disappeared.

"It looks like we've been discovered," Kyle said.

"It has been discovered a long time ago." Newt said calmly, "The wizards living here have a special way of communicating with each other. They have known about it since we came in."

The two walked forward for a while and came to the depths of Knockturn Alley.

The environment here is even worse, and there are other people on the road. Most of them wrap themselves tightly with tattered scarves and hoods, or sit in the corners of the street to set up stalls, or walk in a hurry.

However, there were not many of them. It was obvious that after the Death Eaters attacked Diagon Alley, the business here had been greatly affected.

Here, Kyle and Newt, who were dressed neatly and cleanly, became the outliers. Although their faces could not be seen, it was not difficult to tell from the direction of their heads that everyone here was staring at them.

"Are we too high-profile?" Kyle asked in a low voice, "Should we hide ourselves a little?"

“It doesn’t matter.” Newt shook his head and said, “Knockturn Alley has its own signs. Every outsider here will be as obvious as the Moon Beast in the Manticore. There is no way to hide, even if you wear an invisibility cloak.”

"Then how do we find that werewolf?" Kyle frowned slightly.

Now their every move is being watched by people on the street and in the shops on both sides. It is almost like walking forward under a dozen searchlights. It is very difficult to find people in this situation.

“Well… people in Knockturn Alley rarely mind their own business,” Newt said calmly, “especially when it has nothing to do with them, at least that was the case when I came here.”

The two continued walking forward, and the more people there were, the more they saw.

At this time, Kyle gradually got used to the looks from everyone around him. Just like Newt said, everyone was just watching, not caring about anything, and no one had the intention of stepping forward to ask questions.

Kyle turned a corner and stopped in front of a fork in the road. On the left side of the intersection, there was a shop with fangs hanging on it. Although it was also shabby, it was also considered the largest shop around.

Newt glanced up. "I thought we could ask for directions."

Kyle also looked over, "Tooth, what kind of store is this?"

Just as he was wondering, two disheveled and dirty wizards walked out.

"Leave here, wizard, this is not the place for you." One of them said, his voice hoarse, as if squeezed out of his throat.

Kyle reacted immediately to the familiar voice and the conspicuous long yellow nails.

Werewolf...

Yes, Lupin had said before that Fenrir Greyback had very high standards and he would only choose young and strong werewolves to join, while the old and weak werewolves whom he looked down upon could only gather in Knockturn Alley.

Thinking of this, Kyle stepped forward and said politely: "Don't get me wrong, I'm here to look for someone."

"This has nothing to do with us." One of the werewolves shouted, "Get out of here!"

"Don't say that. If you are willing to provide clues, I can pay you." Kyle took out a handful of gold coins.

"You have something hanging on your door, so you must be running some kind of business. So, tell me what I want to know, and all of this will be yours."

Looking at the golden Galleons in Kyle's hand, the werewolf wizard's eyes widened instantly.

He looked at Kyle's clean and tidy clothes and his still slightly childish face, and a hint of greed flashed across his eyes.

At this time, stimulated by the gold coins, other people around also moved, and surrounded Kyle and Newt.

The werewolf wizard asked quickly: "Let me make it clear first, this little money is not enough to get information."

"No problem." Kyle smiled, as if he hadn't noticed his current situation. "As long as it's reasonable, any amount is fine."

"What do you want to ask?"

"A few months ago, a werewolf from outside came to Knockturn Alley. His name should be...Toru, I think that's his name." Kyle said, "Where is he?"

As soon as Kyle finished speaking, the werewolf wizard opposite him immediately changed his expression and asked in a deep voice: "What do you want to do with him!"

"This is what happened." Kyle said calmly, "We just came from the Black Forest, and his friend asked me to come and give him a few words."

Hearing about the Black Forest, the werewolf wizard's expression became even uglier.

"Wizard, what do you mean? Do you think we are all fools?" He stared at Kyle fiercely.

At the same time, more werewolf wizards came out and surrounded Kyle and Newt.

"You shouldn't say that." Newt walked up to Kyle. "After being abandoned by stronger werewolves, the Black Forest was a shame for them. You are opening their scars."

"I see." Kyle suddenly realized, and then said: "Well, if I apologize, will it make you feel better?"

"Apologize? Fine." The leading werewolf wizard said viciously, "One hundred Galleons, and I'll accept your apology."

"No problem." Kyle agreed readily and took out a big bag.

"Here is exactly one hundred Galleons. Can I tell you now?"

These werewolf wizards had never seen so much money before, and the golden light almost dazzled their eyes.

"Well, can you tell me where Toru is now?" Kyle asked again.

"No." The werewolf wizard grinned, revealing his sharp teeth.

"These one hundred Galleons are your apology. If you want to get the news, you must pay another one hundred... no, five hundred Galleons!"

"It seems that you are not sincere." Kyle raised his eyebrows, "Five hundred Galleons, you are so brave to ask for it!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" another werewolf wizard roared, "It's not up to you now. Either you take out another 500 Galleons and get out of here, or we'll find it ourselves! But by then, I can't guarantee what you'll do."

He stared at Kyle's neck and couldn't help licking his lips.

It was also at this time that Kyle realized that the werewolves here were not as innocent as Lupin said. The reason they did not participate in the war was not because they did not want to, but because no one wanted them.

Neither the Death Eaters nor Fenrir Greyback looked down on them.

Read more of the latest popular novels at 6.9*shuba!

Kyle turned to look at Newt and asked, "What should we do now? They don't seem to be sincere."

“I don’t know either.” Newt pretended to be helpless and spread his hands. “Do it your own way.”

"My own way?" Kyle glanced at the wand in his hand.

The werewolf wizards around immediately became nervous. Some of them raised their wands, while others bent their waists, showing their fangs, ready to pounce on Kyle at any time.

In just the next second, Kyle put down his wand and picked up the box in his other hand.

Seeing this, the werewolf wizards thought that Kyle had compromised and was ready to buy safety with Galleons, and they all laughed shrilly.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to be such a coward. Hurry up, don't..."

"roar!"

A roar drowned out their remaining words.

They didn't know when, but a huge fire dragon suddenly appeared out of nowhere in front of them.

The fire dragon spread its wings, almost covering the entire street.

Norbert looked at the narrow street in front of him, snorted somewhat dissatisfiedly, and two flames came out of his nose.

Then, before anyone could react, it swung its thick tail violently and hit the werewolf wizard who had just threatened Kyle hard, sending him flying and smashing through a wall like a cannonball.

The entire Knockturn Alley fell silent in an instant. Now, no one doubted the authenticity of the fire dragon anymore.

After everyone recovered from their shock, the wizards who had surrounded them and were ready to take advantage of them turned around and ran, disappearing into the dark street in the blink of an eye.

There were rustling sounds coming from the surrounding shops, but soon there was no movement. No one knew whether the person had hidden himself or escaped through another exit.

The werewolf wizards also wanted to run, but they couldn't. As the main target of the fire dragon, they had already used up all their strength just standing there.

"Can you tell me now?" Kyle walked out from under Norbert and asked word by word: "Where is the werewolf, Toru!"

Norbert also lowered his head and opened his mouth at the right time, and a strong smell of sulfur hit his face.

The werewolf wizard who was asked this question collapsed immediately, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Kyle looked at the other werewolf again. Although the other party was not in a much better condition, because he was not facing Norbert, he could still raise his hand tremblingly and point to the house behind him.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the door and ran away without looking back.

Although he moved quickly, Kyle still saw his face clearly. It was the man he met at the door of Borgin and Burke's when he went to investigate the Vanishing Cabinet.

"What luck," Kyle said with a smile, and then he held out his hand, ready for Norbert to chase.

But someone was faster than him.

More than a dozen spells flew over from different directions, some red, some green, and all landed on Toru like fireworks.

That Toru fell to the ground and didn't move.

"This is our gift." A man walked out from the shadows.

It was the owner of Borgin and Burke's, who was standing by a path, leaning on a skull-shaped cane, and watching the two of them.

"Long time no see, Mr. Scamander. I didn't expect to see you here in Knockturn Alley."

"You are, Herbert Burke's son?" Newt asked.

"Yes, it's amazing that you still remember me." Old Borgin said, "I think you should still remember the rules of Knockturn Alley. Are you trying to start a war with us by mobilizing so many troops?

"Although the fire dragon is very powerful, we have a lot of people."

As soon as he finished speaking, more people came out of the shops on both sides.

Although the people of Knockturn Alley never meddle in other people's business and don't care about the lives of others, the fire dragon is too destructive. If it really moves, it will destroy at least half of the street.

When it comes to their own interests, they cannot accept it, so they will act collectively and take the lead in getting rid of the werewolf who may become the target of the fire dragon.

"Don't get me wrong, I have no intention of starting a war," Newt said calmly, "and this dragon is not mine."

Obviously, old Borgin didn't believe it.

After all, apart from Newt Scamander, who else can summon an adult fire dragon anytime and anywhere? Do you really think he is stupid?

But he didn't care. He just kept looking at Newt and said, "In that case, please leave. Knockturn Alley is not a place for people like you."

Newt didn't rush to answer, but looked at Kyle.

Kyle nodded. He could clearly feel that there was a killing curse in the spell just now, and there was more than one.

Unless the werewolf wizard's name is Tolupot, he is dead.

Kyle opened the box and Norbert whimpered a little in dissatisfaction, but went back.

When he saw the box, Borgin confirmed his guess... It was definitely Newt Scamander who released the dragon, but this old man still refused to admit it! "Leave." Borgin said again, "You are not welcome in Knockturn Alley."

"Of course, believe me, we wouldn't be here if we didn't have to," Kyle said.

"It couldn't be better."

Kyle and Newt returned the way they had come, heading towards the entrance to Knockturn Alley. This time there were more people watching them than when they came here.

Kyle seemed to be walking in front calmly, but his hand was tightly holding the wand, not daring to relax for a moment.

Fortunately, the people in Knockturn Alley did not do anything unwise. Until Kyle and Newt stood on the street of Diagon Alley again, no one chose to attack them from behind.

When Kyle turned around and looked towards Knockturn Alley again, all the people who had followed them before had disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

…

(End of this chapter)