Chapter 46: The Blackhorn Alley Mystery – The Faceless One

Chapter 46: The Blackhorn Alley Mystery – The Faceless One

Magician Harold had prepared for this day for a very long time.

Since hearing the rumors about the recent serial criminal, he had felt something was off.

This serial criminal used extremely weird magic, and his crimes seemed very random.

He never spoke, and his Mind Reading and mind invasion skills were terrifyingly scary!

He could read anyone’s thoughts, and he could make his voice appear directly in people’s minds.

Those who met the Faceless One either disappeared or went insane.

And so far, no one had been able to describe the Faceless One’s magic—some said the Faceless One used the victims’ own magic!

Some said it might not be magic at all.

Others said he just hit people with his Wand.

Some even said the Faceless One only used everyday Magic Spells.

There were even more exaggerated claims—they said the Faceless One didn’t exist at all! Because he was something born from the wizards’ collective imagination!

The rumors grew wilder, and things became even more bizarre.

But those ‘amateur scientist’ Wild Wizards, who didn’t even understand everyday Magic Spells, were getting more and more excited.

Most of these people came from Muggle nobility, and some were Court Wizards, but they all shared a common trait—they had never attended school, were very resistant to knowledge, but called themselves ‘theoretical’ wizards.

In the Muggle World, they had very famous identities, but in the wizarding world, no one wanted anything to do with them, treating them like Muggles. Occasionally, they would even use Obliviate on them and send them back to the Muggle World.

But these Wild Wizards always managed to sneak into the wizarding world in various ways, yet they couldn’t even tell who was a wizard!

They only knew about this place called Blackhorn Alley, where there seemed to be wizards. To fit in, they dressed up as what they imagined wizards looked like, and then, in the streets and alleys, they would grab anyone they saw and start talking big.

They didn’t understand Magic at all. Every time, they started with ‘I think,’ and ended with a string of their latest researched, even they themselves couldn’t understand, ‘world-ending forbidden magic spells that no one can comprehend.’

They all hoped to catch the rumored Faceless One, become famous overnight, and prove their academic genius—for this, they even brought a lot of their newly researched special demon-repelling powders.

The Wild Wizards swarmed in, but the real big sharks of Blackhorn Alley began to panic.

They suspected this Faceless One was sent by the Ministry of Magic—he was definitely not one person, but a group of Agents acting as one! They intentionally created a bunch of incidents to lure them out, and there must be informants for the Agents within Blackhorn Alley.

These famous Dark Wizards started avoiding their usual activity areas. They began to disguise themselves and moved to the safe zones of the Commoner Wizards. The more cautious ones even set up magic arrays near their hidden, unknown bases to make their secret hideouts even more secret.

As a result, all these people got caught.

It was simply bizarre.

After these people were caught, everyone noticed a pattern.

That is, wizards who didn’t have a bounty on their heads were often played with by the Faceless One and then let go.

Those with bounties disappeared.

This clearly confirmed the Dark Wizards’ suspicions once again—it was indeed another joint operation by the Ministry of Magic and the Hexagon Magic Prison.

The leaders of various forces in Blackhorn Alley united to prepare a resistance.

But the Agents’ movements were incredibly elusive, coming and going without a trace—as if they didn’t exist.

Except for those Wild Wizards who claimed daily that they saw the Faceless One, no one could ever find this Faceless One.

Some also said this Faceless One seemed to never use Floo powder and never used Apparition. Yet he came and went without a trace.

It was even more baffling than the weird incidents recently circulating in the taverns.

To find this Faceless One, the alliance conducted a search, until one day, the alliance leaders suddenly disappeared, and the search fizzled out.

Blackhorn Alley was in a state of panic—they had fallen into a trap.

It seemed these Agents were very determined this time to cut out the cancer of Blackhorn Alley—like the wicked Voodoo Gang and Gray Gloves, who committed all sorts of evils. And in the Agents’ strategy, they successfully carried out a decapitation strike.

From then on, the alliance completely disbanded. Those with bounties all hid in the safe zones of the Commoner Wizards—even more people got caught.

Regarding the downfall of these cancers, many factions in Blackhorn Alley felt both headache and delight.

The Fox were the most delighted.

The Fox had deep connections with the Ministry of Magic. They were the faction specifically responsible for money laundering and dirty work for the Ministry’s politicians.

And the cancers that had fallen on hard times recently were the ones who usually bullied the Fox—indeed, in Blackhorn Alley, the wealthiest and easiest to bully were the Fox, and they were also the main targets of the cancers’ mischief.

Usually, the Fox had to treat these cancers like lords, paying protection money for no reason. Now that the cancers were suffering, for the Fox, the fewer the better, and everyone was happy when they were gone.

So at the very beginning, the Fox were quite delighted. They even borrowed authority from the mighty, taking the opportunity to gain many benefits. But as more and more people got caught, the Fox realized things were getting out of hand.

Sure enough, within a few days, several real bosses of the Voodoo Gang came from out of town to have a chat with Yingling.

Everyone was in the same circle and knew Yingling had connections with the Ministry of Magic—the Ministry had annual quotas for arrests. Some things the cancers did were indeed a bit excessive, but after you fill the quota, stop arresting! Do you have to exterminate them completely?

So this chat was quite sincere.

Of course, the people who came also carried significant weight.

Miss Yingling, who usually strutted around the Sacred Icon Tree Academy, was trembling with fear during this chat. She started confessing truthfully, swearing and praying, claiming this matter actually had nothing to do with her.

The next day, all these people were gone.

What a coincidence, right?

Today, the real big shark hidden in Blackhorn Alley was finally smoked out.

He also came to have a chat with Yingling. As for Yingling, she was now in a palm-sized cage to the left of the magical stage in front of Magician Harold, clutching the cage bars and crying about her innocence like a Barbie doll.

Who believed it?

When Harold visited Yingling just over an hour ago, Yingling confidently declared that the Faceless One was her backer, so Harold better not touch her. Otherwise, the entire Ministry of Magic and the Faceless One would come for him no matter what.

After Harold kidnapped Yingling and meticulously set up everything, this Faceless One truly came looking for him no matter what.

What a coincidence, right?

And you still say it has nothing to do with you?

You’re still insisting?

It’s too late for any excuses now!

Your backer is definitely going to die today.

“Stop looking around, Faceless One ‘Archimedes.’ The moment you stepped in, you were already dead.” Magician Harold wiped his hands with a handkerchief, then calmly put on his magic gloves and monocle: “I’ve decided, I’m going to turn you into a little clown~”

Seeing Harold seemed serious, Yingling was so desperate she wished she could strangle herself—she never should have used the Faceless One’s name to borrow authority.

This time, she was definitely dead!

Don’t you see? Lord Harold actually wiped his hands with a handkerchief!

He actually wiped his hands with a handkerchief!

He never wipes his hands!

Well… it’s not that Lord Harold never wipes his hands, but you have to know, wiping his hands is one of Lord Harold’s little habits. And in the legends, whenever Lord Harold wipes his hands, it means he’s getting serious!

This time, unless the God of Magic came, probably no one could save this Faceless One, so she was definitely dead too.

No one could defeat a Magician who had wiped his hands inside the Magician’s Box!

What made Yingling even more furious was that the Faceless One was still curiously looking around inside that box.

Was this idiot aware of the situation? Did he know how scary Lord Harold was when he got serious?

The moment the Faceless One entered this box, he was already doomed, because no one could escape from the Inner World of the Magician’s Box!

She was doomed too…

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