Was it a bad sign that the supposedly-reformed Caretaker of Hogwarts was in a dark corner of Knockturn Alley? Maybe. Was he going to let anybody see him there? Heck no. A handful of Dark merchandise was already tucked away in his satchel. Just one more stop, Fledermaus and Tanners, and he'd be good to go.
Erikur's hand was on the handle of the shop when a shadow passed over the gaslit streets. Erikur squinted at the approaching figure - was that an Auror? Shit.
Within seconds, a fox stood in place of the man. The fox made a mad dash past the approaching figure into the safety of the darkness.