Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

"Do you know if there have been any suspicious individuals in Diagon Alley or Knockturn Alley recently? Like dark wizards," Anduin asked Tom.

"Dark wizards? You mean Death Eaters," Tom glanced at Anduin, curious as to why he would care about such a thing, but still truthfully said, "Diagon Alley is plastered with wanted posters for Death Eaters. Those dark wizards are trying to hide, why would they come here? As for Knockturn Alley, I'm not so sure. The situation there is complicated, and most wizards who go there don't come through here. They mostly go through Borgin and Burkes' fireplace."

Anduin nodded upon hearing this and smiled, "I see, I was just curious. I'll talk to you later, I still need to buy some things in Diagon Alley. I'll catch up with you when I have time."

With that, he walked through the bar hall and towards the backyard patio.

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Tom watched Anduin leave. This young wizard had changed a lot in the past two years, and from the conversation just now, he noticed that something seemed wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

After passing through the patio, Anduin skillfully opened the stone gate to Diagon Alley. The streets of Diagon Alley that came into view were very lively, forming a stark contrast to the deserted scene three years ago.

People came and went in the alley, and many wizards were setting up temporary stalls on both sides of the street. The commercial atmosphere was very strong.

"It seems that the wizarding world is quite prosperous in peacetime."

Anduin looked around with great interest, then walked to the side of the road and took out a compass-like prop from his body, observing something.

"If the display is correct, Yaxley should be hiding in Diagon Alley. To be able to hide here safely, either his family is protecting him, or other Death Eaters are sheltering him. In that case, the harvest will not be small no matter what." Anduin muttered with a sneer.

He had done some tricks on Yaxley during the battle before Christmas. He implanted the latest developed soft needle-like magic locators in his shoes, clothes, belt, and even underwear. These could form a set with the compass-like 'tracking disk' in his hand. The 'tracking disk' had several pointers, each pointing to a locator, and could also roughly display the distance. Now all the pointers were pointing in the same direction, at the same distance, so it must be Yaxley he was tracking.

Anduin walked to an empty alley next to him, took out a dark cloak and put it on, covering his face, and then walked in the direction indicated by the tracking disk.

Along the streets of Diagon Alley, past Gringotts, on the north side of Diagon Alley, he found his target.

It was an old-fashioned stone building, three stories high, separated from the buildings on both sides by a one-meter-wide path. The first floor had no storefront and no company sign. It didn't look like a commercial building, but more like a private residence.

But this was a street-facing location in Diagon Alley, although not the busiest front section, it was still a good location in the middle. If it were a commercial company like 'Obscurus Books', they would generally choose a non-street-facing building, after all, the rent in Diagon Alley was not cheap.

Not opening a shop, nor opening a company, and not caring about the rent issue, is it a private property belonging to a certain family? After a little thought, Anduin made his own judgment.

Standing opposite this building, the pointer on the tracking disk in his hand pointed straight at this building. After moving to the small alley next to the house, the pointer also moved and changed direction, still pointing to this building.

It seems that's right, it's here, but the door is tightly closed, and I don't know the situation inside. I can't go in rashly, I still have to collect some information first.

After scouting around this house, Anduin began to observe the surrounding situation. The building on one side of the house was Madam Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions, and the other side was also a house without a sign. Opposite was Floo-Poo, the company that produced Floo Powder. The door was tightly closed. Floo-Poo was next to Gringotts in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron, and on the other side was Diagon Alley Coffee.

And through the window of Diagon Alley Coffee, Anduin saw a familiar face, Emmeline Vance. At this time, Emmeline was sitting leisurely by the window, drinking coffee, but her eyes occasionally glanced at the house hiding Yaxley diagonally opposite.

"Oh? An Auror, or rather, the Order of the Phoenix has also noticed this place? It seems that the feeling that day was right. Dumbledore is indeed also watching Yaxley. Does he also want to follow the vine?"

Anduin pulled the cloak in front of him, hiding his face even deeper.

"But why don't these Aurors just break down the door and arrest people? Is there something special about the owner of this house?" After thinking for a while, he felt that the information was still insufficient, and he had to find a way to collect some information.

Let's start with the building adjacent to this house. There's Emmeline in the coffee shop, and he doesn't want to expose himself easily, so there's only Madam Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions.

Having made up his mind, Anduin pushed open the door of the Beautifying Potions shop.

Madam Primpernelle had been in a good mood recently. Since Diagon Alley had lifted the curfew, business in the store had finally returned to normal, and even the number of customers had increased.

She was tidying up the counter when she heard the sound of the bell at the door, and she was overjoyed. Another business had come to her door. She turned around and saw a wizard who was covering himself tightly with a cloak.

This was not surprising. Many witches brewed potions at home and messed up their faces. As shown on her signboard, helping witches solve warts and troubles was her specialty.

"Welcome, dear lady, you look like you need the help of beautifying potions. Please don't be shy, no matter how terrible your face has been turned into, your troubles can be solved here..."

Primpernelle was about to use her own invented standard spiel to fool the customer when she found that the person who pulled down the cloak was actually a young and handsome boy, which made her pause for a moment.

This is a man? Or is it a rather masculine lady? Or is it a fool who drank the wrong potion and turned himself into this? To be honest, she really could see all kinds of people here. She had even seen a witch who turned herself into a cat face.

Just as she was considering what words to use to address the customer, the other party spoke first.

"Hello, I'm here to choose a gift for an elder in my family. Do you have any good recommendations?" Anduin looked at the somewhat dazed boss and asked.