After walking quickly through several streets and arriving at Magnolia Crescent, Harry frustratedly kicked a pebble beneath a street lamp, then set down his trunk and sat by the roadside.
Allie tucked One-Tooth around her wrist and stood quietly beside him.
The night breeze softly rustled the leaves, making a whispering sound. This street was extremely isolated. Only the sound of each other's breathing echoed in their ears, and low spirits hung over Harry's heart like a dark cloud.
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