HP - Shadow Monarch!

Chapter 113 - Selling 15,000 potions.

[Chapter Size: 1900 Words.]
Third Person POV

London.

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Snape was once again in Diagon Alley after leaving the magical district, and the place seemed busier than ever as soon as he entered and came across the crowd. It was especially crowded now with teenagers and children all around, having just left Hogwarts and other schools as well.

After all, many parents enrolled their children outside of England, particularly those who did not want to participate in the silent war between Voldemort and his followers fighting for the pureblood cause against the Ministry and others defending Muggle-borns over the past years, preferring neutrality instead of choosing a side. Of course, only wealthy families could afford to do this.

"I think this is a bit too much..." Snape muttered, not sounding too thrilled about Diagon Alley, watching the throng of wizards occupying every street. He decided to disappear without anyone noticing, transforming into a shadow.

In one of the alleys hidden from the crowd, he reappeared, emerging once again like a shadow. But now he was wearing a skull mask paired with a dark cloak, resembling a dark wizard, advancing towards a hidden location within that alley. At the end of it, an entrance opened, revealing a man sitting by another door, who observed him attentively.

"Are you the...?" The guard muttered, not recognizing him immediately but keeping his eyes fixed on him.

"It's been a long time since I last saw you, guardian of the black market..." Snape spoke calmly, showing his pass. The man recognized the way of speaking, despite the distorted voice, and immediately frowned—a rare reaction from him, as his nickname in the underworld was Cerberus.

"You returned after destroying the entire black market months ago...?" He muttered, his tone cautious and careful.

"Indeed. What can I do when a bunch of dark wizards, along with a half-vampire, believed they could handle me so easily?" Snape said.

"Well, I have nothing to comment on..." The man responded before opening the door without hesitation. He didn't want to spend much time near Snape. He had been rude the first time he saw him, thinking he was just a fool venturing into the black market. After all, families usually brought their children to that place, teaching them how it worked, and when someone ventured alone, they were usually a fool who would die easily in the dark streets without anyone knowing.

But now Snape had proven that he was not someone easy to deal with, even for him, feeling fear towards this mysterious figure now known as the enigmatic alchemist who could cast unforgivable curses strong enough to disintegrate an entire body.

Snape entered the streets once more after such a long time and moved forward, leaving the guardian behind. The silent and dark streets of the black market seemed to have returned to what they were before his battle with Dracula's daughter. With the same grim atmosphere, he proceeded quietly, undisturbed by the streets as he walked through them, noticing some other wizards wearing skull masks to preserve their identities.

He finally reached his destination, the alchemy shop that always sold his products, and saw an old man taking care of his flasks as always. As soon as he entered, the man looked at him before widening his eyes.

"You?!" He recognized him instantly, before starting to vent his frustrations that had been held in for months since Snape hadn't come by anymore. "Your battle with that woman destroyed my shop!" He complained immediately.

"But you fixed everything again...?" Snape commented, in a neutral tone while raising an eyebrow, doubting that this man had suffered any real loss.

"Yes, but that doesn't change the fact that you destroyed my things! There's one thing I value greatly, and it's everything that belongs to me!" He grumbled like an old man.