Chapter 207: The Secret Room in Knockturn Alley

After Sherlock left Gringotts, he turned and walked into a secluded alley.

He took off the mask on his face, then took out a bottle of disguise potion that he had cheated from Snape, poured it on his face, and molded a middle-aged wizard face with an ordinary appearance.

Then he took out a large black robe, put it on, and put on a hood, just like Silk usually did, using the hood to cover most of his face.

After everything was ready, Sherlock walked out of the alley, first wandered around Diagon Alley for a while, and after making sure that no one was following him, he came to a wall at the end of Diagon Alley.

He walked straight forward as if the wall did not exist.

The moment Sherlock touched the wall, the whole wall was like a splashing water surface, rippling, and Sherlock had disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, his figure reappeared in a dirty gray street.

This is a magical street similar to Diagon Alley, but the environment is particularly bad.

There was garbage everywhere on both sides of the road, and the surrounding buildings were also gray, which made people feel depressed just by looking at them.

There was a wooden sign on the side of the road marking the name of this magic street - Knockturn Alley.

This is a street that is far less famous than Diagon Alley in the magic world, but almost every adult wizard knows it.

All the shops here are doing business related to black magic, and the wizards who wander here all year round are basically dangerous people in the gray area.

Those who can become Death Eaters can be said to be all dark wizards, but not every dark wizard is a Death Eater.

Diagon Alley is the gathering place for most of these non-Death Eater dark wizards.

Sherlock ignored the shops with various broken limbs and hands, or withered heads in the windows, and walked towards the depths of Knockturn Alley with a clear goal.

There were few pedestrians on this street, but almost everyone was dressed like Sherlock, and there were a few who showed up, and they all had bad intentions on their faces, and you could tell at a glance that they were not good old witches.

At the end of Knockturn Alley, Sherlock stopped in front of a dilapidated house.

This is not a shop, but a residence. This is the dilapidated house that Sherlock bought a month ago.

Although Knockturn Alley is remote and has few customers, it is still a place where every inch of land is worth a lot of money. Even in such a secluded place, a house that covers less than 20 square meters still cost him nearly a thousand Galleons.

Taking out the special key from his pocket, Sherlock opened the door of the house.

There is almost no furniture inside, and the walls and wooden floors are also tattered. It can be seen that this house has a very long history. If it were placed in the Muggle world, it would probably be considered a cultural relic.

There was a pile of debris in the northwest corner of the room. Sherlock waved his hand and threw the messy old sofas, rotten chairs, broken tables and other garbage aside, leaving only an old but still intact wooden cabinet in the original place.

He opened the third drawer on the wooden cabinet, took out his wand and tapped the drawer lightly, and the whole wooden cabinet automatically split apart, revealing a small secret room at the back.

After the secret room was opened, a lot of messy things squeezed out from it.

The most conspicuous of them was a skull with a crown on its head and a withered arm. Even if the other items were not as scary as these two, they still did not look like simple things.

These were all treasures related to black magic that Sherlock had identified from the Lestrange family vault.

He specially distinguished these things from normal treasures and bought this house to store them, while the other, equally priceless gold, silver and jewelry, were stored in Gringotts in France.

Sherlock used his real identity to buy a vault in Gringotts, France, specifically to store the wealth transferred from the Lestrange family vault.

However, the characteristics of these things related to black magic were extremely clear, so for the sake of safety, he did not store them in the vault or sell them at will.

Instead, they were placed here separately, planning to pick out the things that might be useful from them at some time, and destroy all the others.

After identifying the black magic-related items from the treasures brought out this time and storing them in the secret room, Sherlock left the house.

He arranged the protection measures for this house very well, and was not afraid that someone would find something from here.

Just when he arranged everything, left Knockturn Alley with the other treasures, returned to Diagon Alley, and just took off his black robe and removed the disguise on his face, he ran into an acquaintance.

"Sherlock, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Looking at Kingsley who stopped and greeted him, Sherlock also smiled.

"It's not long before the school starts, I'm here to buy some things that may be used in the next semester."

Kingsley and Sherlock are old acquaintances. After investigating the case of the straw man attack together last year, the relationship between the two has always been very good.

Including the tickets for the Quidditch World Cup to be held in the UK, which were also given to Sherlock by him.

Kingsley was not wearing the Auror Command uniform today, and it was obvious that he did not come to Diagon Alley for any official business.

"Sometimes I really envy you." Kingsley said with a wry smile, "I have a lot of holidays every year, which is much easier than when I was an Auror."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and walked side by side with him.

"Come on, are you on vacation now?"

"This is the only day I can rest this month. Not only me, but the entire Auror Command will be very busy."

"Because of the upcoming Quidditch World Cup?"

Kingsley shook his head.

"Not only that, the Daily Prophet has not reported this matter, but it is not a secret. Within the Ministry of Magic, an employee of the Department of Magical Sports named Bertha Jorkins has disappeared. At first we just thought that This woman who is usually a bit silly and likes to meddle in other people’s business has lost her way somewhere, but it’s obvious that something is wrong when she still doesn’t show up.”

"During the Quidditch World Cup, in addition to maintaining security and order within the British wizarding community, we also need to investigate her disappearance. The ministry assigned this task to me, but so far, in addition to knowing where she was before she disappeared, Vacation in Albania, no other clues.”