Chapter 20: Escaping!

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After arriving he slipped through the airport's security, this time not even going through Customs and Immigration in fear of Italy having a magical protection similar to Russia.

Escaping a toilet window, he made his way out over the runways, taking care not to be ran over by a plane before climbing over a fence.

A taxi later, Harry was in the city, magicking his way through a hotel's reception with mental commands seeing as he didn't speak Italian yet.

He had began to learn on the flight, but it would probably take a week or so locked up in his hotel room until Loki was able to fully engrave the language in his mind via AllSpeak.

When he had learned the language, he would begin to gain his money back again and continue on his quest for power. He had a feeling that by the end of his stay in Italy, however long it might be, his crimes wouldn't be limited to illegal immigration.

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Harry dashed down Orrizo Alley – essentially a more modern-looking Italian equivalent of Diagon Alley – weaving between people as someone behind him yelled, "Get him!"

After finding the exchange rate between muggle money and magic money in Italy to be rather ridiculous, Harry had decided to attempt to steal from a wizard instead of a muggle for once – attempt being the key word.

In his moment of sloppiness he hadn't taken anti-theft charms into account, and now he was being forced to pay for it.

He had wisely decided not to initiate combat with his pursuer seeing as there had happened to be magical policemen or whatever they were called nearby.

The crowds in the street might have also sided against an apparent pickpocket, so Harry wasn't going to take that risk. Ending up in the custody of the Italian Ministry after just over a week in the country was most certainly not his plan.

Turning slightly, he saw that the man he had stolen from was leading the chase with the magical authorities twenty metres or so behind him.

As a crowd of people ambling towards him momentarily blocked them from his view, Harry acted with great speed.

His already unfastened cloak fell from his shoulders and he ducked into an alleyway, raising his wand and sending his cloak a few further metres down the street with a silent banishing charm.

He had timed it perfectly, and there was a child only slightly shorter than him running down the street a slight distance in front of his cloak's position. As planned, the authorities continued chasing the child who was far slower than Harry, though they didn't seem to notice.

'Aren't I great, Loki? An illusion without an illusion,' Harry said, his tone full of fake arrogance.

The god snorted. 'I would have just used an illusion as soon as they started chasing me, but then again, I wouldn't have been caught in the first place.'

'Yeah, yeah. No one can ever be as great as you.' Harry rolled his eyes as he spoke, his tone mocking.

"Nice trick, kid," a voice behind him suddenly said in Italian, and Harry span, raising his wand as he did so.

He was going to fire a spell at the man, but something about his demeanour made him hesitate. He held himself with a casual arrogance and a grin upon his face, appearing to be in his early twenties with tanned skin, black hair, and bright blue eyes.

To Harry's surprise, he was wearing a black muggle suit without a tie. Whilst the dressing habits of Italian wizards weren't as weird as those in England from what he had seen, there was usually something that distinguished them from muggles.

If it weren't for the slim stick of black wood hanging lazily from the man's left hand Harry wouldn't have known he was a wizard.

The man looked down to Harry's wand and chuckled. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Whilst Harry usually wouldn't hesitate to blast an icicle through someone, this man had a certain air of danger that made him hesitate.

There was also the fact that Loki's enhanced senses had just picked up a noise a few meters from him.

Lowering his wand to a height where he could still have it up in a moment, Harry glanced to his right, the tell-tale shimmer of a disillusionment charm confirming the presence of a second person.

"Good eyes too," the first man murmured. "Say kid, how would you like to earn a little money?"

"Sorry, but I think my parents would be disappointed if I became a prostitute, but they're dead, so that depends how much you're paying." While his tone might have been joking, Harry was still figuring out the best path of escape if this situation were to turn sour.

The man laughed. "I'm afraid you're too young for me, kid. One of your talents could earn quite a bit working for us. We could teach you how to not get caught in the first place."

Both Harry's and Loki's curiosity peaked. "And who is exactly is us?"

The man looked confused for a moment, but then his expression smoothed over. "Not from around these parts I take it?" Harry nodded. "Well we" – he pointed to where the previously almost invisible person had formed into a well-muscled man – "are members of an organization commonly known as the magical counterpart of the Mafia – unless anyone asks, of course. You can tell people if you like, but whose gonna believe a kid?"

A jolt of shock shot through Harry, but Loki didn't seem very surprised. 'There is magic, and there are criminals. Is it not inevitable that there would be magical criminals? And I suppose organizations with as many members as the Mafia are bound to have a foot in both worlds. Gaining friends in a group such as them could gain you access to resources we otherwise wouldn't be able to obtain as well as allies.'

Harry gave it a moment of thought before agreeing with him. "So, what would I be doing?"

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