November 26.
Today was the Muggles' Thanksgiving.
Although wizards did not celebrate it, Diagon Alley had been packed since early morning.
Their destination was shop number 103 on South Street.
There was no signboard there, only a large Magical Runes inscription.
"What exactly does that mean?" the witch at the front asked the wizard beside her.
"It seems to mean 'Wayne Enterprises.' You know I'm terrible at Runes."
The witch reached over and pinched his arm. "And you have the nerve to say that? Who told you to take it as an elective and then not study properly?"
"Ow—I was thinking about how to confess to you back then."
Seeing the aggrieved look on his face, she put on a sweet smile. "I'll settle this with you when we get home."
Broad daylight and so many people around really were not suitable.
The shop at number 203 across the street was entirely covered by black curtains.
There were not many people there, but every one of them wore luxurious wizarding robes.
The interior was extravagantly lavish.
An enormous crystal chandelier, so exaggerated that it occupied the entire ceiling;
a bright red velvet carpet laid across costly Vera Wood flooring;
gilded tables and chairs encrusted with gemstones;
display cases refracting dazzling brilliance like diamonds...
The decorations alone could probably have bought several larger shops.
The curtains looked black from the outside, but those inside could see outside perfectly clearly.
Lucius sat on a black velvet sofa, gazing disdainfully through the glass at the grand scene across the street.
So what if they had a lot of people? They could not compare to the quality over here at all.
"A bunch of country bumpkins!" Argos Parkinson, seated opposite him, spoke with the same disdain.
Despite his splendid attire, he still looked very