The next morning, as sunlight shone over the Thames River, Li Feng stood by the riverbank with disheveled hair and a worn-out expression, his arm draped over Black's ragged shoulder. Panting heavily, he said, "We finally made it. That wasn't easy."
Shivering from the freezing wind at high altitude, Black glanced at the hand on his shoulder with a deeply sympathetic expression. Raising his own hands, he said, "It really wasn't easy. I swear I'll never go through that weird Portal of yours again. Look at my hands—I feel like the wind up there dried them out completely."
"By the way, can your Portal only open somewhere within your line of sight?"
Li Feng, deep in thought, shrugged, tacitly admitting Black's assessment of the Portal. "Wasn't it exciting? Way more fun than your modified flying motorbike, right?"
Rolling his eyes, Black looked at the sparse pedestrians on the street and said, "I doubt a poor bastard like you has any Muggle money on you. I'd better walk home and warm myself up while I'm at it."
Li Feng rummaged through his pockets and muttered, "Like you're rich right now. Your pockets are just as empty as mine. Besides, dressed like this, if we squat by the roadside, someone will definitely give us enough change for the subway."
Unfortunately, the only response Li Feng received was a sharp glare. Lowering his voice, Black clenched his jaw and snapped, "I'd rather wash dishes to earn the fare than squat on the roadside begging like you."
With that, Black ignored Li Feng and headed toward home on his own.
"Tch." Following behind Black, Li Feng muttered disdainfully, "Is this some kind of noble pride?"
Black's home was at 12 Grimmauld Place, still some distance from where they were. By the time Li Feng