Alistair squeezed his way out of the Three Broomsticks, the air filled with Madam Rosmerta’s voice as she attempted to maintain order inside.
He looked toward the distance, where the sky had turned pitch black, and a familiar, bone-chilling cold washed over him. He realized at once what it was.
"Everyone, get inside! Dementors are here!" he shouted to the people scattering across the street, raising his Wand.
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