Manuél was pacing up and down outside Borgin and Burkes, as if daring himself to go in for the first time in twenty years. Every so often, he would shudder, or else look down at his hand to check that his Disillusionment Charm had not somehow stopped working.
If it had been up to him the old shop wouldn’t still be standing. He had given enough evidence with his memories to justify burning the place to the ground. But the Head of the Auror department before Harry Potter had decided to keep the building standing as a place to gather information about the remaining Death Eaters, and by the time Potter had gained the title, the shop had gathered so much evidence for them that he couldn’t possibly have shut it down. Whenever Manuél had protested to anyone, the response had invariably been; “To catch a predator, you must think like a predator; surely you of all people can understand that?”
Manuél had eventually given in, but had constantly insisted that he would not be the one to enter the shop to gather the information. His days of acting the predator were long over.
And now he was about to enter the shop of his own free will, to find dark objects for demonstrations in his classes at Hogwarts. It was a terrible thought, but...
He took a deep breath and entered the shop. The world didn’t end.
Still feeling like he was doing something filthy, he walked in and looked through the stalls of dark magic, feeling ever thankful the Charm left him invisible.