Chapter 262: Macabre Concoctions

Chapter 262: Macabre Concoctions

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"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

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Chapter 262: Macabre Concoctions

Knockturn Alley was particularly quiet that night as Harry made his way to the bar mentioned by Fenrir.

He was not familiar with this one, so he ended up taking a lot of wrong turns until he finally spotted a half-broken sign with the words "Macabre Concoctions" written on it.

The 'bar,' if it could be called such, was located at the end of an alley with no other exit. The exterior was extremely dirty and unkempt, with a broken window and a large variety of stains, from blood to...other things.

Unlike the entrance to Miss Yafel's shop, this was not the work of a spell to conceal its true form. Harry was sure of that. This place was, as some would call it...a "shit-hole"

"I doubt they get many new clients," he commented before pulling on the door handle.

The old wooden door opened with a loud creak, alerting everyone inside to the new arrival. There was little light inside the bar, but it was enough for Harry to at least count the number of patrons.

There were two large individuals sitting at a small circular table on the right side. One dark-robed person sat at the far end of the sitting area, their face darkened even further by the hood they wore, making it impossible to even tell if it was a man or a woman.

One last patron was sitting at the bar, a short bald man wearing something akin to leather armor, drinking some green liquid from a large cup.

There was a moment of silence in the tavern while the patrons tried to process what Harry had just said.

Following this, the bald man and the other two started to laugh at the top of their lungs.

"What a jokester we have here!" the bald man exclaimed.

"Did you hit your head?" "A toddler like you killing Fenrir?...this kid is crazy."

The only ones who had remained serious were the dark-robed figure at the back and the barman.

It wasn't that they believed what Harry claimed, but the news about Fenrir Greyback's death was not widespread yet. Marcus, the owner of the bar, had only learned about it that same afternoon after receiving a message from Dolohov explaining briefly what had happened at Hogwarts and saying that he was going into hiding for a few weeks.

As far as he was concerned, the only way this boy in front of him could know something about it was if he had been involved somehow. Perhaps a witness.

"How do you know about Fenrir?" Marcus asked with a deadly serious expression while pulling his wand out.

The men stopped laughing when they saw this.

"Wait, is it true? The werewolf King is dead?" the bald man asked.

"That can't be!" "Yeah! There is no way. Who could kill that monster?"

"Silence!" Marcus shouted. "Grab the boy!."

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