"Galleons are getting harder and harder to earn lately."
Looking out at the desolate Diagon Alley, Mundungus wearily closed his suitcase, waved to a few acquaintances nearby, and packed up his stall to head home.
Ever since the Ministry of Magic implemented that damn safe-house policy, many Ministry employees and their families had gone into hiding, leaving Diagon Alley—already quiet enough—almost entirely devoid of wizards. Even the street vendors had dwindled because there were simply no Galleons to be made.
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