"Sherlock, are you sure this is okay?" Everett asked quietly as they slipped back into Ms. Cormia's basement.
This was trespassing. Plain and simple.
If Ms. Cormia pulled out a gun right now and shot them both, she probably wouldn't bear any legal responsibility.
They had already bought the materials in Diagon Alley.
To be honest, everything that happened today had hit Everett hard.
He had personally experienced what a magical commercial street felt like.
Strange. Unreal.
And a little... disgusting.
Not because Diagon Alley itself was filthy.
Ever since Noah gradually introduced modern technology into the magical world, magicians had come to realize just how terrible their old living environments were. During Dumbledore's era, sanitation reforms had already begun.
By now, the magical world had long abandoned its medieval mess.
But the materials magicians used?
Those were another story.
Take Egyptian cats, for example.
Everett had personally watched a shop owner gouge out a cat's eye.
The blood-soaked scene nearly made Everett attack him on the spot.
Then the owner casually cast a spell.
The empty socket shimmered, flesh knitting itself together.
Ten seconds later, it was completely healed.
The owner still put an eye patch on the cat and calmly removed "Indian Cat's Eye" from the inventory list.
"You're lucky," the shop owner had said. "That was the last one. We'll need half a year for the eye to fully recover before we can sell another."
Everett now understood.
These cats were used to it.
They were well-fed, well-rested, treated like royalty.
No wonder the cat hadn't resisted at all.
That realization helped.
But it still made his skin crawl.
And then there were the plants.
Everett had never seen plants with faces.
Or plants that could talk.
"Of course it's fine, John," Strange replied softly. "But you should calm down. You're still too excited. And lower your voice. Do you want trouble?"
"Damn it," Everett muttered. "Anyone who goes to Diagon Alley ends up like this."
Ignoring him, Strange began carefully laying out the items they had purchased.
He was nervous too.
This was his first time setting up something resembling a magic circle.
And he had never actually tested Constantine's formula before.
Steadying his breathing, Strange drew a six-pointed star on the floor.
It resembled the rune patterns that appeared whenever he used magic.
He didn't know why.
He didn't care.
"Bring me the potion," Strange said immediately after finishing the pattern. "The one I made earlier."
"You call that a potion?" Everett muttered as he handed it over. "That's blood, Sherlock."
Strange didn't even look at him.
He slowly poured the crimson liquid onto the six-pointed star.
At the same time, he began chanting in a language Everett couldn't understand.
Something strange happened.
The liquid moved.
Slowly, deliberately, it crept along the lines of the star, filling every groove.
When the pattern was completely covered, Strange placed a Tennessee rat's tail at the lowest point of the star.
Then he placed the Egyptian cat's eye at the center.
His chanting never stopped.
As magic flowed into the circle, the blood gathered inward.
It seeped into the cat's eye.
"Eyes that see past and present," Strange spoke clearly, switching to English.
"Reveal all truth. Show me what happened here. Magical regression."
The moment the final words fell-
The entire pattern flared.
The cat's originally blue eye turned scarlet.
Blinding light erupted.
The whole basement was swallowed by it.
Golden motes began to gather within the glow.
Slowly, a figure took shape.
As the light condensed, the figure became clear.
It was Mia Lestrange.
"...Damn it," Everett swallowed. "Sherlock, what the hell is happening?"
"Relax," Strange said, clearly pleased. "It's magic. An exorcist's method."
He watched intently.
"We're seeing the night Ms. Cormia had her nightmare."
"So that's it..." Everett exhaled. "You scared me half to death. That is Mia Lestrange, right?"
"No doubt," Strange nodded. "This is where she was murdered. Don't talk. Just watch."
The spell perfectly recreated the scene.
But it had one flaw.
Sound didn't carry over.
You couldn't hear what the figures were saying.
That didn't matter.
Strange only cared about what actually happened.
Mia Lestrange appeared disoriented.
Trancelike.
Then another figure entered.
Both Strange and Everett recognized him instantly.
Adam Lestrange.
"It really was him," Everett whispered. "He killed his own wife-"
"Quiet," Strange snapped. "Look at him properly."
He frowned.
"His steps are unstable. He keeps grabbing his head. Shaking it. Something's wrong."
"...You're right," Everett said after a moment. "Poisoned?"
"Maybe," Strange replied.
Then-
"Damn it."
Strange froze.
So did Everett.
Adam Lestrange transformed.
Bones shifted.
Fur burst from skin.
A werewolf stood where the man had been.
Its eyes burned with hunger and rage.
They swept the room wildly.
Then locked onto Mia Lestrange on the floor.
-
"Missing?" Noah asked, staring at Fury's bald head on the phone screen from inside a restaurant.
After leaving Constantine, Noah had taken Nagini out to eat.
Finding people could be left to exorcists.
But Noah had far more efficient methods.
What he hadn't expected was this.
"Yes. Missing," Fury nodded. "I had Natasha look into it. No surveillance. No witnesses. She vanished."
That annoyed Noah.
These people were already pests in his eyes.
Now they were openly breaking the rules he upheld.
Attacking ordinary people to silence them.
In most cases, "missing" meant one thing.
Dead.
"And there are two people who reported it," Fury continued. "Her husband, Adam Lestrange, and another woman-Ellie Cormia."
"Two?" Noah tilted his head. "Why two?"
"The husband reported it first. No solid findings. Ellie reported it later." Fury flipped through the file. "Police records say she's unstable. Possible mental issues."
"...I see."
Noah rubbed his chin.
This was getting irritating.
It likely meant one thing.
Those bastards had already gotten what they wanted.
It was humiliating.
The cat-and-mouse game ended with the cat failing.
But Noah wasn't giving up.
He stood.
"Send me her address. And her family information."
He didn't hesitate.
"I'll check it myself. They really think I'll let this slide just because they're Kamar-Taj magicians?"
"No problem," Fury said immediately. "But there's something I want to ask."
"Oh?" Noah raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"You know what's been happening inside the Avengers lately, don't you?"
Noah had expected that.
Tony hadn't hidden anything from him.
After a brief pause, Noah answered calmly.
"I don't recommend you interfere."
Then he added, "But if you want something interesting, look at the files Natasha uploaded. The Hydra operation records. From 1991."
"...I thought so."
Fury sighed.
"I knew it."
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