It was true. After they’d infiltrated the Ministry and blown up the Department of Magical Law Enforcement five years prior, enough people were hunting for them. Officially and unofficially. Every so often, they switched locations. Always very secluded hide-outs, mostly islands. Hidden from prying eyes by the best protection that magic combined with money could offer. Still, the occasional intruder managed to pinpoint their whereabouts—either via obscure, powerful magic, or their business associates betrayed them, they had never figured it out— and make their way through all their traps and enchantments. No matter, their victory was always short-lived. 