The sun vanished beyond the horizon of the Forbidden Forest, and the sunless woods instantly turned gloomy and eerie. Faint footsteps echoed in an apparently empty clearing, leaving clear footprints crushed into the rotting leaves on the ground, yet no one was anywhere to be seen.
George Weasley took a deep breath, cleverly concealing himself behind a thick tree trunk.
He was waiting, listening to the approaching footsteps drawing closer from not far away.
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