Chapter 778: Belated Win

It was a relatively short stroll back to the entrance to the park. Seems the further and closer we marched, the more sparse and serene the trail gradually became.

No one else was flooding into the gates aside from a few rush hour stragglers, jackets haphazardly thrown over scruffy business suits, maybe with a daughter around their shoulders, a wife pushing in with a stroller. Aside from them, all the people that would have come have long already arrived.

Was a little tough trying not to have my brain staple Harry's face onto every single wrinkly middle-aged suit. Then there's that little girl reaching for stars around her daddy's shoulder—any takers on who came to mind for her?