See? I told you Borgin is a good friend

Blake's visit to Borgin and Burkes had a single purpose—the Vanishing Cabinet. This magical artifact, typically found in pairs, functioned as a portal, allowing instant travel between two locations. Some time ago, Nicolas Flamel had gifted Blake a smaller Vanishing Cabinet for Christmas, its counterpart residing in Flamel's home. This setup allowed them to exchange documents and experimental materials efficiently.

The Vanishing Cabinet at Borgin and Burkes, however, was a full-sized version capable of transporting people. Blake knew its counterpart remained intact in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts, a twist of fate caused by his intervention on Halloween. Normally, Peeves would have smashed it to distract Filch, but Gryffindor's ghost, Nick, had prevented this, and Peeves himself had been temporarily imprisoned by Blake. This left the cabinet in perfect working condition.

With this knowledge, Blake devised a plan: one cabinet would be placed discreetly in Diagon Alley, while the other would remain in his hilltop settlement. This setup would make travel and supply runs far more convenient than even Floo Powder. However, like Floo travel, Vanishing Cabinets required precise knowledge of the other cabinet's location. Misuse could result in an endless teleportation loop unless someone opened one of the doors or the trapped individual escaped via Apparition. This was the primary reason Borgin himself had never uncovered the location of the matching cabinet. Transporting objects, however, was safer—so long as the recipient knew to open the door.

(The specifics of Vanishing Cabinet mechanics were never fully detailed in canon, so certain aspects have been creatively filled in by the author.)

Blake had expected a difficult negotiation with Borgin, a well-known profiteer, but thanks to Agatha's influence, the entire process turned into a "zero-Galleon" transaction.

"Now, you're giving this to us. If I refuse, that would be an insult to your generosity," Agatha said, patting Borgin's shoulder in an exaggeratedly friendly manner. "And I always respect a friend's generosity."

Borgin forced a smile, but his heart bled. This was a Vanishing Cabinet—an incredibly rare magical artifact. Even without knowing where its pair was, its value remained immense. Normally, he could have sold it for thousands of Galleons, but now he had to give it away for free. The pain was unbearable.

With a sigh, Borgin begrudgingly wiped down the cabinet and prepared to hand it over, hoping to be rid of Agatha as soon as possible.

But then, Agatha, inspecting the cabinet more closely, frowned. "This thing's bigger than I thought. How do we transport it?" She turned to Borgin with an all-too-familiar gleam in her eye. "You don't happen to have a suitcase with a Seamless Extension Charm, do you?"

Blake smirked. He had underestimated her shamelessness.

Borgin paled. The hidden message was clear—Agatha expected a suitcase capable of storing the Vanishing Cabinet, and such a suitcase was no cheap item.

Due to Ministry regulations, objects with Seamless Extension Charms were controlled, making them both rare and expensive. A well-made enchanted suitcase could cost up to five hundred Galleons.

The loss of the Vanishing Cabinet had been painful enough. Now he was expected to throw in a high-end extension suitcase as well?

A wave of dizziness washed over Borgin. He barely resisted the urge to collapse on the spot.

But the alternative—Agatha looting or wrecking his entire shop—was even worse.

Grinding his teeth, Borgin retrieved a finely crafted suitcase from behind the counter. "This should do," he muttered. "It has enough space to fit a dragon, let alone a Vanishing Cabinet."

Agatha grinned. "Excellent! You really haven't changed, Borgin. Always so generous." She patted his shoulder again, making the man flinch. "It's good to see old friends after so many years."

Borgin's forced smile faltered as he thought bitterly, 'If only you weren't waving your wand so close to my ribs, I might believe that.'

With the Vanishing Cabinet secured inside the suitcase, Agatha turned to Blake. "See? I told you Borgin is a good friend."

Blake, still concealed by his cloak, responded in his altered voice, "I think this is enough for today."

Agatha finally released Borgin's shoulder, and the shopkeeper sagged with relief, the crushing weight of her presence lifting at last.

As Agatha and Blake left the shop, Borgin sat behind his counter, deep in thought. He was an old hand in Knockturn Alley and knew exactly how dangerous Agatha could be. That made her submission to Blake all the more unnerving.

Was this cloaked figure her master? The way she deferred to him didn't resemble a romantic relationship—it felt more like a master-servant dynamic.

'Has Agatha been tamed?'

A shiver ran down Borgin's spine. If that was the case, then whoever this Blake was had to be even more terrifying than Agatha herself.

And if he had suffered a loss today, he wasn't about to let it happen alone.

Borgin quickly scribbled a note and sent it off with an owl. Soon, all of Knockturn Alley would know what had transpired.

Blake carried the suitcase containing the Vanishing Cabinet as he and Agatha walked toward Diagon Alley. The mission had gone more smoothly than expected, and his concealed identity meant there was little risk of Dumbledore discovering his activities in Knockturn Alley.

"Blake," Agatha said suddenly, "do you think we went too hard on Borgin?"

Blake turned to her, momentarily surprised. He knew Knockturn Alley's residents better than most—none of them were innocent. "I'm not concerned," he said flatly. "These people would have gladly handed me over to the highest bidder when I first arrived in Knockturn Alley. I have no sympathy for them."

Agatha let out a relieved laugh. "Good! I was worried you'd be one of those wizards with an overblown sense of justice."

Blake remained silent, sensing a change in the air.

Knockturn Alley had suddenly gone deathly quiet. The usual murmur of hushed dealings and whispered negotiations had vanished. The streets, once teeming with shifty-eyed wizards, now seemed unnaturally still.

Then, one by one, figures began emerging from the shadows, blocking the exits.

Agatha rested a hand on the wand at her waist. "Looks like I've been gone too long. Some people have forgotten who I am."

Blake assessed the situation. This wasn't a mere gang confrontation—this was nearly everyone in Knockturn Alley mobilizing at once.

Agatha licked her lips. "Let me handle this."

But Blake shook his head. "Not this time."

Agatha blinked. "Blake, there are a lot of them."

"Even better," Blake said, flexing his fingers. The rings on his hand cracked, then shattered into dust. He pulled out his wand and, for the first time in a while, felt truly in control of his power.

A mad grin spread across his face.

"Let's get started."

Someone shouted, "Get them!"

The air filled with a barrage of spells—hexes, curses, and jinxes flying in every direction.

Blake raised his wand. "Tornado Sweep—Enhanced."

A massive whirlwind erupted, swallowing up the street. The swirling vortex deflected every incoming spell, sending Knockturn Alley's most hardened criminals flying.

Agatha could only stare in awe. This wasn't the usual mild gust created by the spell—this was a full-blown storm.

Blake smirked. "Guess I got stronger."

The tornado expanded, tearing through the street. Dark wizards screamed as they were lifted off their feet. Some Apparated away in terror; others were slammed into walls or buried under collapsing storefronts.

Agatha had fought some of the toughest opponents in the wizarding world, but as she watched Blake wield the storm with effortless precision, she realized something.

Among them all, he was the most terrifying fighter of all.

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