"Ouch! You little monster! I was kind enough to treat your injury, and you actually bite me!"
In a remote little pet shop near Gringotts in Diagon Alley, the air was filled with the overlapping, ear-splitting screeches of owls and underage kittens, loud enough to nearly lift the roof off.
The air was thick with the pungent stench of bird droppings, an offensive aroma that could be smelled even from outside on the street.
Chapter 301