When the Death Eaters tore apart their false disguise, a silent panic enveloped the entire British wizarding community. Everyone felt confused and helpless because of the sudden change, worrying that their homes would be visited by Death Eaters one day and that their families would be harmed.
Suddenly, Albert's previously published "Self-Defense Guide" became popular again, as did Fred and George's latest defense against the dark arts.
Everything seemed so normal, yet so strange.
The dark cloud of panic and anxiety has been hanging over the UK.
If there is one place that is not affected, it must be Hogsmeade. Not only is it not affected, but it has become even more lively.
This former wizard village has now become the most famous black market in Europe. More and more dark wizards like to come here to conduct illegal transactions.
Of course, they couldn't help but discuss the situation in the British wizarding world. Many people were interested in the current chaotic situation in the British wizarding world because that meant there was an opportunity to make a large number of Galleons.
The shackles that were previously strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic have now almost all disappeared, and many powerful dark wizards have made a large sum of Galleons during this period.
This can be easily seen from the orders placed on the trading column in the Pig's Head Bar.
"I wouldn't be here talking about this if I were you."
Aberforth, who was wiping the wine glass with a cloth, looked up at the guest in front of him who was discussing the previous public execution, and had to speak up to interrupt the other person's outspokenness.
Recently, many outsiders have come into conflict with the Death Eaters because of this matter, and the old tables and chairs in the bar have been repaired.
"Is discussion prohibited here?"
The drunken stranger spoke broken English, raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man at the bar, with a strange tone of sarcasm.
"It's not forbidden, but it's not recommended. Many people get into trouble because of this." Aberforth paused when he saw the man walking towards the counter, and said helplessly, "Oh... Can't you go outside to solve the problem?"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone grabbed the drunk outsider from behind and smashed his head against the bar.
With a "bang", all the guests in the Pig's Head Bar turned their heads to look over.
"Damn it." Aberforth put his hand to his forehead and complained, "In the past few days, you have broken five tables and eight chairs of mine."
"I was just giving him a little lesson."
The Death Eater spoke to Aberforth in a casual tone while reaching into the outsider's pocket, and looking at the few coins left in his hand, he angrily smashed the man's head against the bar, spit on the man, and then threw him out from the bar, knocking over a table and attracting the angry stares of several dark wizards.
"What a poor fellow."
The Death Eater noticed the angry looks from the two outsiders and said in an unapologetic tone, "Oh, sorry guys, the guy lying on the floor helped pay for all the expenses in the bar today."
"Perhaps I should ban you from the Hog's Head."
Aberforth would never allow anyone to refuse to buy into this.
"They'll pay, I promise."
As he was speaking, the outsider who had fallen to the ground actually struggled to get up and punched the ugly Death Eater hard in the face, flattening his face and knocking him to the ground.
This time, the roles of both parties were reversed.
A one-sided beating began without warning.
The guests, who were not afraid of trouble, started screaming excitedly when they saw this scene, and some even applauded and cheered for them.
However, the duel did not continue because the outsider knocked the Death Eater down, snatched the Galleons from him, and Apparated away.
"I didn't expect you to be a coward again!"
The people who originally thought they were going to see a good show actually started to curse, and the Pig's Head Bar suddenly became noisy.
"You have such a lively place here!"
Another outsider sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of hot whiskey from Aberforth.
"I'd rather it weren't so busy here."
Aberforth drew out his wand and restored the knocked-over tables and chairs to their original state.
"Maybe you should replace the tables and chairs here."
"I'd be happy to buy new furniture if you'd help pay for it, but if you don't want to, shut up, Percival."
Aberforth placed the hot whiskey in front of the wizard and asked curiously, "What good stuff did you get this time?"
The man named Percival took a sip of wine and proudly pulled out a bottle from his pocket, which seemed to contain some liquid.
"What is this, some kind of poison?" Aberforth asked, picking up the bottle and examining it.
"The venom of the giant acromantula." The outsider said happily, "There are a lot of those things in the nearby forest. The previous rumors are true."
"This is a good thing. It looks like you are going to get rich."
Aberforth pulled a quill and parchment from the drawer under the counter and handed them to the wizard in front of him.
"However, I heard that the Dark Lord asked the Death Eaters to recruit those giant spiders. If I were you, I wouldn't keep staring at those giant spiders and pull them out. Be careful that the Death Eaters come to cause trouble for you. After all, these things are very valuable."
The outsider heard the hidden meaning of Aberforth's words, shrugged disdainfully, and handed the written note to Aberforth.
"I just went into the woods to try my luck, and that's not a Death Eater's yard."
As for the Death Eaters, he didn't care much about them. At worst, he wouldn't come here. There were more black markets in Europe than just here.
If Hogsmeade had a bad reputation, no one would want to come.
"I just heard that someone beat that idiot Roll to the ground with one punch."
A blond, burly Death Eater walked over here, skillfully took out his wand and put it against the
On the heads of the outsiders who chattered in Aberforth,
"Good afternoon, Robert," Aberforth greeted the visitor.
"I just heard it."
The man named Robert narrowed his eyes at the owner of the Hog's Head and warned him coldly, "I wouldn't be so talkative if I were you, Aberforth."
"I'm just trying to stop you from ruining my business." Aberforth was unfazed by Robert's threats.
"Hand over the Acromantula's venom, sir."
Robert ignored Aberforth and stared at the stranger in front of him, warning, "Those giant spiders are our allies at the moment. Private killing and selling of them is not allowed here. If it happens again, it may not be me who reminds you, but the Dementors."
"You shouldn't rob my guests." Aberforth curled his lips in disdain. "If you have any private problems, it's best to go outside and solve them privately."
"Shut up, Aberforth." Robert glared at the bar owner who was disrupting the show, and cast his eyes on the guy in front of him who was controlled by his wand. "Do you need me to say it again, sir?"
"unnecessary!"
The outsider shrugged and handed the bottle to the Death Eater named Robert.
The latter was very satisfied with the outsider's good sense. When he was about to reach out to take it, the other party actually let go of the bottle in his hand and let it fall to the ground.
The bottle of spider venom didn't break, it just rolled on the ground a few times.
The expression on Robert's face was completely frozen, because a wand was pointed at him, and the next second, the poor Death Eater flew backwards, making a loud noise in the bar.
"Are all Death Eaters like this?"
Percival tidied up his messed up clothes a little, looked at the guy who was struggling to get up from the ground with contempt, waved his wand, and pressed the man back to the ground again.
The guests in the Hog's Head Bar began to get excited again. Everyone knew that the damn Robert had hit a wall this time.
Listening to the cheers, applause and cheers around him, Abuforth behind the bar helplessly reminded the outsider.
"Don't kill anyone, or you'll definitely be in trouble."
"What kind of trouble can it be? At worst, I won't come here. There are more black markets in Europe than just here. He wants to steal my things. Is he worthy of it?"
Percival walked forward, looked down with contempt at the Death Eater who was looking at him with hatred, curled the corners of his mouth and sneered: "You know what? What I hate most in my life is being robbed."
After saying that, the outsider raised his foot and stepped hard on the back of Robert's hand, twisting his ankle and crushing it hard twice, causing the other party to scream in pain.
"What a waste."
After using the spell to immobilize the opponent, Percival raised his foot and stomped on the opponent's face, trampling all the anger and hatred under his feet.
"I think you should stop. I don't want Dementors to come here and scare away all the customers."
Aberforth frowned, thinking that the outsider in front of him had gone a bit too far, and was a little worried that something might happen if he couldn't control it.
"You're lucky."
The outsider squatted down and began to take his spoils from the Death Eaters. He had already decided to leave Britain directly.
As for revenge
He wasn't worried.
It is certain that the Death Eaters are very influential in the British wizarding world, but their influence abroad is just that. He does not believe that Voldemort will chase him abroad to cause trouble for him. As for this guy, he would not dare to do so even if he was given a hundred courage.
After all, these so-called Death Eaters are useless people who are showing off their power by using Voldemort's reputation. They are not even worthy of shining his shoes.
A spell suddenly hit the outsider, sending Percival flying and knocking over the wine table next to him.
The howling of wolves and ghosts in the bar suddenly stopped, and everyone looked towards the door. A Death Eater in charge of Hogsmeade's security hurried over with two dark wizards.
However, the guy who had just successfully launched a sneak attack was hit by a dazzling green light. The smugness on his face disappeared in an instant and was replaced by silent terror.
The Death Eater was dead, killed by Avada Kedavra, and fear even remained on his face. As for the two guys who were frozen in place around him, they were also immediately taken care of by black magic.
"That really hurt!"
Percival climbed up from behind the table he had fallen onto, waved his wand to control the table legs and directly stabbed to death the unfortunate guy he had just knocked down.
This scene stunned all the wizards who were watching the fun in the bar.
They couldn't understand how this guy dared to do that, but he stole valuables from the Death Eaters in full view of everyone, and calmly used Apparation to disappear in front of everyone.
Wow!
The Hog's Head Pub exploded instantly. Everyone was wondering who that guy was in the hall. He was so brave that he killed two Death Eaters in one breath without even blinking an eye. This was big news. From the time Hogsmeade became a black market to now, such a bad incident had never happened, and no one had ever dared to challenge the majesty of Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
However, today, some Death Eaters were ruthlessly slaughtered. Not only were their faces swollen, but their false positions were also torn apart, as if telling people that they were a group of trash who were relying on Voldemort's reputation.
The news spread quickly in Hogsmeade like a plague, and many dark wizards chose to leave to avoid the turmoil. They all knew that the Death Eaters would not give up easily.
It was the next day that Yaxley learned about this incident. He was quite annoyed about it. If they didn't use the other party's corpse to deter the dark wizards who came here, similar things would happen again in the future.
However, the guy named Percival had run away and there was no idea where to find him.
Yaxley was spreading the news in the hall while asking the Ministry of Magic to issue a wanted bounty, trying to use Galleons to deal with the other party.
However, he didn't know that this completely exposed the Death Eaters' true strength.
Outsiders might be afraid of Voldemort's majesty, but they were not afraid of the Death Eaters.
Moreover, some things, once started, can never be stopped.
Ever since Hogsmeade village became a black market, the arrogant Death Eaters have offended many people.
Now that the waters have been thoroughly muddied, everyone is seeking revenge and complaining, and the previously relatively peaceful Hogsmeade is beginning to become turbulent. Both sides seem to be getting more and more excited about this matter, and there is a tendency that it cannot be controlled.
This really made Yaxley's nose crooked.
He did not dare to trouble Voldemort with these matters, and he was also worried that a large number of people were searching for the Order of the Phoenix, which meant that the Death Eaters had no room to spare and had few reasons to confront the foreign dark wizards.
Those who dare to take risks and hang out in the black market are all real tough guys.
A true dark wizard.
They are not comparable to these guys who bully the weak and fear the strong.
Of course, this is related to the deaths of several Death Eaters in the past two days, which makes people wonder if someone is deliberately targeting the Death Eaters.
Yaxley was right. Someone was creating conflict for them in Hogsmeade.
What even Albert didn't expect was that the situation was so one-sided from the beginning. He originally thought that both sides were fighting back and forth.
That’s the result
The Death Eaters actually gave in.
How can this be possible
If Hogsmeade cannot be completely detonated, how can the next plan proceed