HP - Shadow Monarch!

Chapter 130 - Beginning the Hunt for Wizards in the Wizarding World 04.

[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]

Third Person POV

London.

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Everything seemed ordinary in the black market as people discussed some of the events of the day.

"Who did those idiots from Kevin's group grab today, and why?" someone asked from behind their skull mask.

"No one really knows... Nobody could identify who the kidnapped person was..." another said.

"How strange. And then that body shows up at the Ministry... I wonder how they're dealing with it..." someone else sneered.

"The Ministry can go to hell... but the person was wearing the Death Pendant... so they were a dark wizard. It could even have been one of Kevan's group. It's a shame they showed up headless, so we can't identify them... And the Ministry took their wand to secretly identify who it was..." a third person remarked.

The discussion went on for a while as they tried to piece together the gossip, unaware of what was happening elsewhere in England at that very moment.

But their conversation was suddenly interrupted.

"Ahhh!!!"

A scream echoed from one of the alleys in the black market, near where the group was gathered. The people there turned toward the sound, startled, wondering what had happened.

"What's that?" someone murmured before a green flash lit up the alley. A shadow could be seen losing its head outside the alley in the blink of an eye as the flash ended.

They all swallowed hard, staring at the now-silent alley, until the sound of footsteps broke the stillness. A shadow emerged at the alley's end, and as the figure stepped out, cloaked and dressed entirely in black, their face was impossible to see due to some form of distortion magic, even though they wore no mask.

"Who is that?" one of them asked, stunned, instinctively reaching for their wand.

"You don't need to know." The distorted voice echoed as the figure approached, continuing, "I'm looking for Death Eaters and dark wizards." The figure spoke calmly, making the men behind the masks frown.

"What do you mean by that? Who are you?" one of them exclaimed, unsure of what to do.

"I'm killing them. I need to know where to find them. How about you tell me?" Snape's voice, distorted though it was, still carried an unmistakable tone of confidence.

One of the group quickly pointed his wand at Snape, glaring at him with fury. Snape noticed the gleam of a pendant on his neck—exactly what he was looking for.

The black market was a web of alliances among dark wizards and Death Eaters, but only the most loyal to the Dark Lord bore the Dark Mark on their bodies, serving as his primary soldiers. They held prominent positions in powerful families or the magical world of England. Those Snape considered mere cannon fodder—wizards who worked for the families as guards, hunters, and other tasks, the lackeys of Voldemort's lackeys—wore a skull-hand pendant for identification.

That was what he sought. Upon spotting the pendant on the man's neck, Snape moved in a flash. Before anyone could react, the man's head was severed, rolling into the middle of the street. He hadn't even managed to cast the spell he intended against Snape.

Blood spilled, and those nearby froze for a moment before shouting in alarm.

"AHHH!!"

"He killed him!"