In Knockturn Alley.
It looked exactly like Diagon Alley. Dense showers of Galleons drifted down from the sky, resembling a golden rainstorm.
The gold coins pelted the paved stone road with crisp, ringing sounds, piling up into a thick layer. The drainage ditches on both sides of the street were already stuffed full, radiating a dazzling golden light.
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