Chapter 69: Live Combat in Knockturn Alley
Regulus moved closer to Orion without betraying a thing and said quietly: "We're being followed. Four. Two under Disillusionment Charms ahead and left. Two at the alley mouth — one's likely a werewolf."
Orion didn't break stride, didn't even turn his head — just gave the faintest nod.
He'd known since they entered this side-alley. Those gazes had stuck to them like flies.
With decades of experience navigating the wizarding world, this caliber of surveillance was laughable: blatant, riddled with holes, failing even the most basic standards of concealment.
Bottom-feeders.
Orion made his assessment. Almost certainly Knockturn Alley's lowest-rung Dark wizards.
Unable to land respectable work, unable to afford decent materials — reduced to lurking in backwater alleys, hoping a stray fat sheep would wander past.
They probably couldn't even recognize him.
Anyone with a shred of eye or experience would see the Black family crest on his robe, see the face that appeared regularly in the Daily Prophet's Wizengamot section, and know this was not someone to cross.