Chapter 264: Remnants of the Past

Chapter 264: Remnants of the Past

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"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

-Author notes-

Chapter 264: Remnants of the Past

The sound of footsteps echoed over the stone tiles of the alleys as two individuals ventured further into Knockturn Alley at a brisk pace.

One of them was a woman with olive skin and amber eyes. She was wearing a discreet dress, but even then, she could not hide her extreme beauty from the few onlookers in the alley.

Had she been alone, many would have already approached her. The reason they didn't was because of her companion.

Those who had lived in Knockturn Alley long enough were able to develop a sixth sense to detect dangerous people who should never be offended.

Those who failed to develop this sense... did not live too long.

"This place hasn't changed," the one next to the beauty spoke with a mix of nostalgia and displeasure. No one could see their face because it was well covered under a black hood, but the little skin that could be seen was extremely pale, almost white. And by the voice, it was easy to tell this was also a woman.

"It didn't change much, My Lady," the beauty answered with utmost respect. She was usually aloof and arrogant, but in front of this person accompanying her today... she did not dare to try anything.

Lady Zabini did her best to contain her nervousness. Her life and her son's depended on her doing a good job and not making 'Her'... angry. And from what she had heard, that was not an easy job.

"Is it too far?" the black-robed woman spoke again.

"Just a little bit, My Lady. It is near the end of the alley. It's a very private place..."

The black-robed lady made a sound of annoyance but did not speak again and just continued to follow the figure of Trisha Zabini as she navigated through the narrow corridors.

After a few more minutes of walking, the two of them entered a corridor with no apparent exit. "It's just at the end, My Lady."

Lady Zabini averted her eyes away from the man incrusted inside the counter. She would rather not think about how painful his death must have been.

Instead, she focused on the unconscious large man. By his clothing, it was evident that this person was the barman. "This must be Marcus, the owner of the bar." She had never been here but at least knew that this bar had no employees because the owner trusted no one. So this person could only be the owner.

Lady Zabini then realized something else. "I think this man has been hit with some powerful mind spell... perhaps an obliviation. I don't believe it is going to be possible to wake him up for at least a few hours."

The other woman made a sound of displeasure. "Fine... bring him. We'll take him with us."

"Huh?... you want to take him?... there?" Zabini asked.

"Do you have any objections?" She raised an eyebrow.

Lady Zabini felt her blood run cold. "No! I mean... I'm very sorry, Miss! I was just wondering how I can carry him... he looks very heavy."

"You are a witch, aren't you? Surely you know a spell for that."

"Right..." Trisha thought that it was better to be taken for incompetent than a traitor. She pulled her wand and cast a levitating charm on the man's clothes so she could move him with ease.

"Let's go outside. I'll activate my portkey there." The other woman said before walking outside by herself and waiting a few feet away from the door.

Lady Zabini struggled to pass the large man through the door but received no help from her companion. Not that she expected any. Despite not being someone used to physical labor, she did not speak a single word of complaint and eventually, she made it to the woman's side while hanging onto the floating man. "We are ready, Miss..." she muttered as she cleaned the sweat from her forehead.

"Yes..." The dark-robed woman pulled a white mask out and held it in her left hand. "Grab onto my arm, dear." She instructed.

Lady Zabini did so and then waited to feel the pulling sensation caused by the activation of a portkey. But instead, she heard the 'Miss' speak again.

"Before we leave... we better clean this place. I don't want to leave anything for the Aurors."

"Miss?" Lady Zabini did not immediately understand the meaning of her words. Not until she saw her pull a wand and point it at the bar.

"Fiendfyre."

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