Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons

"Are you sure Pigwidgeon and Hedwig can find their way?" Ron asked uncertainly, given that Pigwidgeon was still so small.

Hoare walked ahead, a bit helpless. "Ron, do you remember they're owls? I'm afraid even if we get lost, they can still find their way."

"Alright then—" Ron wrinkled his nose. "I hope they get there before we do."

"That's not certain," Hoare chuckled.

The three of them walked into Knockturn Alley.

The alley was narrow and dark, with many wizards in black cloaks lying on the ground.

When they saw Hoare and the others at the entrance, they approached with greedy smiles, their cracked lips revealing yellowed teeth.

"Kids, this isn't a place for you~"

"But since you're here, why not stay and play with us~"

The dark wizards gradually closed in, blocking the path further in, but due to the unspoken rules between Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, they dared not step beyond the entrance.

Harry and Ron hid behind Hoare, clutching his clothes tightly.

"Hoare, let's go back," Harry swallowed hard, the looks in these people's eyes made him feel like they wanted to tear them apart, it was disgusting.

"Hoare, let's just take Dad's car," Ron's teeth were chattering with nervousness.

Ron knew more about the wizarding world than Harry and understood better what terrible things these dark wizards could do.