Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 151 Infiltrating the Black Market
"Snapped."

The sound of firecrackers exploding rang out.

Damon and Kingsley were spotted on the streets of East London.

After a brief disguise, the two changed into ordinary black robes and hooded hats before heading to the black market.

"My lord, not all the Aurors who participated in the meeting just now were necessarily on our side. Perhaps the news has already been leaked."

This is one of the reasons why he was unwilling to say it in public earlier.

Of course, the main concern was that the Caliban might lose face – in case they were truly intimidated by the power behind them and didn't intend to take action. Fortunately, the other side remained as tough as ever, which was reassuring.

"It's alright, the black market is there, there's no escaping it—we'll observe the reactions of those inside later. If they get the information, their response will naturally be different—then when we get back, we can just focus on catching the mole."

"If a fight breaks out later, remember to find a place to hide. Don't force yourself."

"Please rest assured, sir, my strength is decent enough, and I won't cause you any trouble."

Kingsley spoke humbly, but in his heart he was determined to fight Damon to the bitter end.

His strength was far from being merely passable, as he claimed. Even during the era when Voldemort was rampant after his return, regardless of whether he was the strongest, his achievements were certainly the most numerous.

Although the battle that was about to begin was dangerous, he had nothing to worry about standing next to Damon.

"The black market here operates on a referral system; you can't enter without someone you know. What are your plans after that?"

"Do you know anyone who can get into the black market? Show me what he looks like."

"No, but Minister Fouché can definitely do it."

Kingsley saw Lord Caliban suddenly chuckle.

"Then let him."

Damon grabbed and released with his right hand, and a lump of flesh-colored silicone suddenly appeared in his hand, which then quickly deformed and finally turned into a thin human skin mask that looked like Fudge.

He pressed it to his face and looked at Kingsley, the sound coming from his throat now as high-pitched as a mouse—like Fudge.

"How about this? Does it look like it?"

"Hmm, your eyebrows could be a bit thicker, and your eye sockets should be deeper—you're too dashing. Fudge's face, combined with your eyes and demeanor, makes him look rather upright."

"Can you adjust it for me? You should be able to do it."

"of course."

Kingsley glanced around to make sure no Muggles were watching them.

"Stop looking, I used the Disillusionment Charm. Not even a wizard can see us, let alone a Muggle."

"Yes."

Kingsley was relieved and focused on helping Damon adjust his facial features—after much effort, he finally resembled Fudge by about 70%—he had done his best.

Fudge's temperament is so different from Damon's.

If the two stand together, the former looks like a disgusting and despicable politician, while the latter looks like a renowned head of state. Just by standing there without saying a word, the people know who to choose.

If the gatekeepers of the black market knew Fudge, they would be easily identified.

"Okay, but I think the chances of fooling everyone with just this are very slim."

"It's alright, it was just a rough draft anyway, we'll just use the Confusion Charm to clear the way."

"Oh, right—" he asked casually, as if he had just remembered something, "Do you know the Imperius Curse?"

"I will, sir."

Kingsley's tone was somewhat hesitant.

"Are you proficient?" "Yes, I am."

"Okay, if I miss any, you can make up for it for me later."

"Yes."

Kingsley readily agreed, but he knew that once Caliban made his move, he wouldn't need to do anything. Once the other party cast a spell, the impact would be earth-shattering. A common spell like the Confusion Charm could probably be cast with just a glance, so there was no need for him to add anything.
The two arrived at a corner of the block and saw a dirty black wall covered with colorful graffiti.

"right here?"

"That's right, this is the entrance. You need a 'key' to get in. I know the key. Once we're inside, someone will start checking us. Please be prepared."

"let's start."

Kingsley nodded, extended his wand and tapped three times on the part of the wall painted with skull eyes. As magic flowed in, the golden skull eyes suddenly moved and saw the two people in front of the wall.

"Fuggi? What brings you here?"

A deep, resonant voice rang out, and golden eyeballs turned into gold paint that fell onto the wall. Suddenly, the wall in front of them began to disintegrate, revealing a small hole in the middle, just big enough for one person to squeeze through.

Kingsley stopped reminding him—from this moment on, he was Fudge's sidekick.

Facing the dark, seemingly all-consuming pit, Damon remained calm and didn't even take his wand before diving in—his actions reassured those secretly observing him—a wizard without a wand posed no threat whatsoever.

Next came Kingsley—he wasn't as bold as Damon; he gripped his wand and crawled into the passage behind him—which was fitting for his role as a guard.

"A new face?"

As soon as he emerged from the tunnel, he saw two wizards talking to 'Fudge,' but their eyes were on him.

The entire environment was pitch black, and he could only vaguely see two figures shrouded in black robes, their faces covered with bird-beak masks, which sent chills down his spine.

"He's the son of my close comrade-in-arms. I brought him here to broaden his horizons. You won't mind, will you?"

'Fudge' looked at the two of them with a smile, a flash of purple light passing through his eyes.

The next moment, their words became incoherent.

"This is against the rules—but since it's you, I'll let it go—there's an auction today, and that's what you came for, right?"

"Of course, what else could possibly attract me? Would you be willing to take me?"

"Tsk, what a hassle, but fine, I'll only give you this favor."

Has it been successfully brought under control?

Kingsley relaxed slightly, his wand twitched almost imperceptibly, and he cast a spell—Track the Thousand Miles.

This magic can tell him the location of everyone within a radius of 100 meters.

There were two more hidden agents, one in the tower. However, he didn't think the Caliban would need his reminder.

The two continued forward, passing through a narrow, straight passageway, where three more passageways appeared before them—each leading to a different place, and apart from being much wider than the previous passageway, they were otherwise identical.

Rails were laid on the ground, suggesting that one could travel to other places by magic minecart.

"I'll leave you here. You can take this minecart to wherever you want to go—I suppose you don't want me to become your servant, do you?"

The voice from beneath the bird-beak mask rang out again, and Kingsley knew it was mocking him.

"Of course not, thank you for bringing me here."

Damon smiled and bid farewell to Dr. Birdbeak, looking into the dark passageway—in his vision, the passageway led to a spacious underground palace.

What do these beasts auction off at auctions?

(End of this chapter)