The weekend wasn't anything special, I spent it practicing a little bit, mostly talking and playing with Alice. She seldom plays with other children, I'm not sure why honestly. At first I had thought maybe she's being bullied for her habit of sticking her nose into other people's business, but I haven't seen any signs.

  She's not an introvert or a very shy person either, so I've hit a wall regarding her unwillingness to hangout with the other kids as much as she does me. She often says people our age, or similar phrases, it's like she doesn't realize that I'm, at least as far as others are concerned, less than half her age.

  One time when she was talking about her time in her new school, I was reminded of my doubts regarding this world so I had asked her something I had assumed for weeks but never really bothered to verify.

  "Hey Alice?" I said, prompting her attention. "Yes?" She asked not at all bothered that I had just interrupted her. " You remember a couple weeks ago a really pretty lady had come to see you? I was wondering, do you know what her name is?" I was kind of nervous here, Alice had no reason to tell me and more importantly, I had no reason to ask, but I needed to know, I needed to know I wasn't just basing my assumptions on nothing, granted even if her name really was Hermione, it wouldn't be a hundred percent proof, but it would be enough piece of mind until I can get into the magical society and confirm my guesses.

  " Hmm? Her name is Hermione, why?" She said. "Uh? No reason." I said quickly, "I just couldn't get her off of my mind and was curious." Well with that I have a lot more peace of mind.

  The next Monday, it was finally time for me to make some money, this time however, I'm better prepared. Today, Liz is the one looking after the house, thankfully it's still raining so I can jump out of the window again without worrying about being seen.

  Having remade my outfit with transfiguration, I jumped out, using the levitation charm to slow my decent.

  Once again I book it for the bus stop, I need to hurry since I'm cutting it close to the bus's arrival time, if I miss it I'll have to wait a while for the next one. As I ran I saw the bus coming into a stop and the majority of people getting on the bus. "Wait!" I shouted, Not. I don't want to attract any attention and have my perception filter come undone, thankfully I didn't need to, as I managed to jump in just before the doors closed.

  It took a while but eventually I reached my destination, which was a random station in a part of eastern London that I felt was more sketchy than the rest of the city I had seen.

  I got out of the bus and started walking through the streets, unlike what one might imagine from my description, there is nothing directly visible that would suggest this party of the city is any more dangerous than the others.

  Much like anywhere else, people walked on the side walks, cars moved slowly through the calming traffic after the morning rush, but if you looked closely you could also see something else. The harried steps of the people as if trying to minimize their time outside, a certain tenseness in their shoulders and steps, maybe even the lack of anyone with an accompanying stroller or toddler.

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  As I was observing everyone around me, I managed to see my first victim, err target. He was a young adult of around eighteen to twenty years old wearing a dark brown hoody, though the dark part might be because of the rain as he didn't have an umbrella.

  After watching him for a couple minutes, I had seen him pick six different wallets. 'Ooh, he must be loaded with that many wallets on him.'

  I moved closer to him pulling down the hood of my jacket further to maximize the effects of the perception filter and to hide from any cameras that might be here, not that I had seen any.

  After a while right when he pretended to hit someone and took their wallet I used that moment to take his, twelve. 'Honestly less than I thought, maybe he had only started out.'

  After about two hours of taking money from pickpockets and drug dealers, I had about three thousand Pounds, enough to by the laptop and then some.

  To celebrate I decided to buy myself some ice cream. Sitting on a bench and eating the chocolatey goodness, I think about my new discoveries. My perception filter will break if I do something to attract attention such as calling to someone by name. I knew this of course, but the thing I discovered while here was that if I was in a place that would be surprising for me to be, like in the middle of a district where no one else brings their child, my existence alone is enough to break the filter.

  That's is all to say, I'm tireeeeed. The amount of mana I used this morning was more than I usually use in a full day, thankfully my regeneration seems to be pretty fast. I'd hate to run out of mana in the middle of such a dangerous place.

  After about half an hour of rest I continue stealing money, because why not. I already have enough to not need returning here, but as long as I'm here, I might as well make more money.

  A while later right after taking another thousand Pounds from a particularly rich drug dealer, I saw something that peaked my interest.

  I saw a beautiful looking blond woman, whom I had remembered from earlier in the day arguing with her boyfriend rather publicly, now talking to an objectivity handsome man. Though personally I think he's rather shady.

  As the two start walking into the alley behind them, I start to follow them. 'I have a bad feeling about this.'

  After roughly five minutes of me tailing them, we reach a pretty looking apartment building, with a bar at it's ground floor. The woman seemed to have relaxed when she saw the bar, as she was getting more and more nervous the longer the walk took.

  For me though? My bad feelings intensified, as I was watching them from behind a walk the opposite side of the street they were on.

  The street itself was pretty much empty, which I don't find very weird, what with the rain and the dark clouds, it might as well be night time.

  Right when the man gestured for the woman to go ahead to the bar, he suddenly took out a napkin and attacked the woman from behind, held her hand and put the napkin on her nose and mouth.

  The moment she went limp a grey minivan to the side turned on it's ignition and headlights, with another man coming out to help the first one haul the unconscious woman inside the minivan.

  Right as I'm contemplating about what to do, I hear something from behind me, but before I could turn around, a hand holding a napkin instantly appears and clamps in my mouth and nose, before I can do anything, and moments after, the world turned black. 'Shit.'