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Chapter 121: Letter Delivery Mission
It rained last night.
The rain continued for two or three hours.
When the sun rose, the ground in Diagon Alley was still very damp, and green moss was creeping between the corners of the walls and between the bricks.
Wade pulled off his hood and walked down the street. His worn boots stepped on the moss, leaving a trail of green footprints on the gray-black bricks.
He looked like a middle-aged man, with thin cheeks and dark eyes. His patched wizard's robe added to his lonely appearance.
There weren't many guests in Diagon Alley at this time, a stark contrast to the bustling Lockhart book launch party yesterday.
Some shop owners were directing brooms and rags to clean. When they saw Wade walking by, they just glanced at him lazily, showing no interest in greeting him.
Several children were running and playing on the street, and some were lying outside the broomstick shop, gazing obsessively at the latest Nimbus 2001 in the window.
Next to the broomstick shop was a small White Deer Drinks store. A teenager was sorting the shelves and shouting to the children:
"Be careful, don't hit anyone."
"Got it!"
The children shouted back.
But it's one thing to say it and another to do it.
There were not many people on the street, so the children were a little careless while playing.
One child, looking back to call his friends, accidentally bumped into a wizard in black robes on the side of the road.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"
He quickly lowered his head to apologize, but before he could raise it, he felt the back of his neck being grasped by a hand like an eagle's claw.
"You think you can just apologize and forget about it after bumping into someone?"
The skinny fingers pinched his neck from behind, and a sinister voice sounded malicious.
Seeing this, the boy in the beverage shop hurriedly ran out:
"I'm sorry, this is my brother. I apologize on his behalf... uh, can I buy you a drink?"
He looked up at the wizard and felt a shudder run down his spine.
The pale wizard's eyes seemed to glow green. His cheekbones were prominent, and there was a hideous scar at the corner of his mouth. He exuded a strange smell.
He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, forming a chilling smile.
"I don't need a free drink."
He said in a hoarse voice, "If you want to apologize, be sincere... How about doing me a small favor?"
The young man's scalp tingled, but he didn't dare to retreat hastily. He swallowed and asked, "...What do you need help with?"
"How about delivering a letter for me?" The wizard took out a thick letter and asked.
The young man glanced at it and saw that the address on the envelope was nearby. It wasn't a place like Knockturn Alley that people would avoid.
He hesitated for a moment, looked at his brother who was being held down by the wizard and trying not to cry, and took the envelope with both hands.
"Okay, do you have any other instructions?"
The wizard's cold eyes swept over them, and he sneered:
"The person receiving the letter has a bad temper. If you bring your brother, maybe he will be more tolerant."
When the young man heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
If this is the case, it is understandable why the wizard didn't want to deliver the message himself.
"Also," the wizard let go of the boy's brother and added, "when you accepted this letter, you were cursed by me."
As the boy paled, the wizard chuckled: "If you don't deliver the letter in time, I can't guarantee what will happen to you."
The boy took a deep breath: "I will deliver the letter in time."
"Well, I hope everything goes well for you." The wizard smiled and turned away.
The boy's mouth tightened. He patted his brother's head with the hand that was not holding the letter and said, "I'll deliver the letter. You go home quickly."
"No, I'll go with you!" the younger brother cried.
"It's just delivering a letter; there's no danger. I'll be back soon."
"No, I'll go with you!"
The little boy didn't understand what had happened. He only knew he had caused trouble for his brother, and he was scared and cried.
He also remembered the wizard's words firmly—having him along might make the letter recipient less angry.
After persuading the boy for a while, the older brother had no choice but to leave a note on the counter, close the shop door, and lead his brother toward the address on the letter.
*If everything goes well, we should be back in a few minutes*, he thought optimistically.
*And Dad went to Gringotts to withdraw money and should be back soon. When he sees the note on the counter, he will come out to find us.*
The boy who walked away didn't see it. The wizard quickly turned back, opened the store door, and went in. After a while, he came out again and walked in the direction the boy had left.
The middle-aged man resting on a bench by the roadside sighed, stood up slowly, and looked in the direction they left.
…
The young man took the envelope and compared it with the house numbers of the roadside shops, gradually walking into a secluded alley.
He walked back and forth but never found the address on the letter.
"Brother..." The little boy held his hand tightly.
"What's wrong?" the older boy asked.
"I'm a little scared..." the little boy said with a cry.
The young man looked at the long, narrow alley and the closed doors on both sides. He turned around decisively: "Let's go back first and let Dad take us to deliver the letter."
But after taking two steps, they froze.
The wizard who asked them to deliver the message was standing at the entrance of the alley.
"Bad boy, you didn't keep your promise."
He said in a voice that sounded like his throat was scratched: "You want to go home before delivering the letter."
The boy quickly pulled out his wand, blocked his brother behind him, and tried to explain: "I didn't break my promise. I just couldn't find the place."
The wizard walked toward them and said: "I know the place; let me take you there."
"You can go there yourself!"
The little boy suddenly shouted: "We're going home! Dad is waiting for us!"
"No, he won't wait for you. He doesn't know where you are either."
The wizard threw a crumpled piece of paper at their feet. The boy looked down and saw his own handwriting on it.
It was the note he left for his father.
He took two steps back as if in fear, then suddenly his wand shook: "Stupefy!"
The red beam of light shot at the wizard. He didn't expect that this seemingly young child could cast a stunning spell, and he fell to the ground in a hurry!
The spell brushed his hair and hit the wall.
"Run!"
The boy didn't realize his spell didn't hit the target. He pulled his brother and ran. Suddenly, he heard a voice: "Petrificus Totalus!"
The two of them fell down stiffly.
An elderly witch appeared in front of them, slowly putting away her wand.
The witch laughed unpleasantly, like nails on a chalkboard, saying: "Little ones have sharp claws, don't they?"
The wizard came from behind, cursing and wiping his nose. He kicked the petrified boy, making him roll around. He pointed his wand at his heart and said coldly: "Crucio!"
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, blood suddenly burst from the wizard's chest, and he flew backwards.
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