Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures - H.P.S.T Chapter 1610: Request

Tom stared at Evan in shock, then, as if suddenly recalling something, quickly lowered his head in fear.

Even though there hadn’t been any official announcement, he had a vague idea of ​​what was going on. In fact, he’d witnessed many people fleeing the previous night, and he’d recognized the identities of the wizards and witches who had been in and out of his bar today. Evan wasn’t the first to be so rude.

They were Death Eaters!

Or perhaps, Dark wizards supporting Voldemort!

To most, there was no fundamental difference between the two. These people were pouring into the country from all over the world, appearing in public without restraint.

Although this was only the first day since the fall of the Ministry of Magic, it was already difficult to find decent wizards on the streets. Anyone who still failed to grasp what that meant only needed to look at the changes in Diagon Alley that very morning to understand. Tom was no fool; on the contrary, running a bar had made him better informed than most.

And precisely because he knew more, he had a better understanding of the current situation.

Then, noticing Evan’s eyes fixed on him, Tom lowered his head even further.

The consequences of offending Voldemort or his followers were dire, that was undeniable, and he didn’t want to die.

The Wizarding world had changed; it was now Voldemort and his followers’ world!

For most wizards, the first thing they needed to learn was to adapt to the new rules and learn to bow their heads.

Although the wizard Evan was impersonating seemed to have just returned from abroad and hadn’t yet come into contact with Voldemort, he was still not someone Tom could afford to offend.

“I’m a pureblood, my dear sir,” Tom mumbled in a small voice, trying to defend himself.

“Pure-blood?! And yet you don’t know the noble Bulstrode family?!” Evan gave Tom a scornful glance, then feigned disgust as he moved away. He spoke in a voice that Antonin Dolohov and Thorfinn Rowle could hear, “Whether you’re truly pure-blood or not doesn’t interest me, but I can smell the stench. Keep your distance! This country has been rotten and decayed for far too long. I truly wish the Dark Lord would take more effective measures to cleanse this scum of yours. I daresay he’s eager to meet me and accept my allegiance. You know, my grandfather once had an incredibly close relationship with the Dark Lord.”

He paused, his gaze shifting to the wanted posters behind Tom.

On them, the faces of Evan himself, Harry, and Sirius glared back at him. Evan noticed that his own poster was captioned in red with the words UNDESIRABLE NUMBER ONE, but there was no price difference listed. This disappointed him; he’d wanted to see how many Galleons he was worth.

“What’s this?” he asked in a deliberately puzzled tone, jerking his head toward the posters.

“New wanted posters delivered by the Ministry this morning!” Tom replied.

“Is that so? I saw those two boys this morning — together with two girls. They were just…” Evan abruptly cut himself off.

Behind him, Antonin Dolohov and Thorfinn Rowle had already risen to their feet.

“Where are they?” Dolohov couldn’t help but ask.

“And you are —?” Evan asked, turning around with an expression as if he had just noticed the two men.

“Antonin Dolohov, servant of the Dark Lord,” said Dolohov impatiently. “Boy, tell me quickly, Mason and Potter…”

“Watch the way you speak!” Evan interrupted him arrogantly, his voice carrying a note of barely concealed excitement. He turned back toward the wanted posters. “I never would’ve guessed … that boy was Harry Potter. And Evan Mason … I heard his name when I was in Paris. This is very important information. I can present it to the Dark Lord as a gift for our first meeting. I knew coming back was the right choice, I’ll restore my family’s honor yet.”

“The Dark Lord wants those two boys. Tell us where they are!” Rowle shouted, drawing his wand. “Or you’ll regret it!”

The next second, Evan, who seemed to have sensed something, turned around quickly, his movements like flowing water. He pulled out his wand and waved it to block the flying evil curse.   

There was a flash of sparks, followed by a streak of red light. Thorfinn Rowle was hurled backward, his massive frame crashing heavily into the wall of the bar with a resounding thud. He slid to the floor and lay there unconscious.

“You great oaf — trying to ambush me? You’re not nearly good enough!” said Evan, pointing his wand at Antonin Dolohov. “I know what you’re after — just trying to claim the credit with the Dark Lord. But I found them first! I’m going to report this to the Dark Lord myself. Unless you want to try me, you won’t hear a thing from me.”

“Capturing those two boys is of the utmost importance,” said Dolohov slowly, eyeing the wand in Evan’s hand with caution. “We can’t reach the Dark Lord for the moment.”

“Then have his most trusted servants come to me. You two aren’t qualified enough,” said Evan after a pause. “Let Malfoy or Lestrange come, both of equally noble bloodlines like Bulstrode. Now, get me a room. I’ll wait for you upstairs.”

He sheathed his wand, and followed Tom, who led him up the stairs.

Antonin Dolohov stared at him intently, seemingly hesitant, but to the very end, his right hand, resting on his wand, remained at his waist.

Only when Evan could no longer feel the man’s eyes on his back did he allow himself a faint sigh of relief.

He was confident it wouldn’t be long before some Death Eaters came looking for him.

Hopefully the ones coming would be of suitably high standing — Evan had deliberately mentioned the Malfoys and the Lestranges as a hint.

His display of power, combined with his knowledge of Evan and Harry’s whereabouts, should be enough to attract serious attention. Now, all that remained was to wait.

As for Voldemort coming in person, that was unlikely; otherwise, Evan wouldn’t have put on such a show.

Dolohov had just said they couldn’t reach the Dark Lord. From what Harry had seen the night before, Voldemort had likely set off for Germany again in search of the Elder Wand, intent on unlocking the Death Chamber at the Ministry. He was almost certainly not in Britain at the moment.

After Old Tom shut the door, Evan went over to the window, which overlooked Diagon Alley.

He looked down the narrow, cobblestone street. It was quiet. It was just opening time, but there were hardly any customers outside.

The winding, cobbled alley had changed a lot. When Evan had first come here before starting at Hogwarts, it had been bustling with activity. Now, many shops were boarded up, but several new shops dealing in Dark magic items had opened and were being renovated.

Evan strongly suspected that the owners of these shops had acquired the premises the previous night through some rather unsavory means.

Some of them were Dark magic merchants from Knockturn Alley, some were run by Death Eaters, and some were Dark wizards from abroad.

Furthermore, he saw many wanted posters similar to the ones behind the bar, plastered throughout Diagon Alley and over shop windows.

Just then, a group of well-dressed witches and wizards hurried past in alarm, heading deeper into Diagon Alley. They seemed to have just learned of the sweeping changes across the street and realized what had happened in the Wizarding world.

Following the winding cobblestone street with his eyes, Evan looked toward the gleaming white tower that rose high above the small shops further down the lane.

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