Matthew also bought some small alchemical trinkets with local flavor on Wizarding Street, intending to give them to his friends after returning.
The group arrived at a crossroads.
"This connects to several exits," Boris said, pointing in different directions. "All these streets lead to the Muggle world. Go out to the right, and there's a Muggle cinema. Go straight ahead, and there's a Muggle restaurant."
Matthew pointed to the street on the left and asked, "What about that side? There seem to be far fewer people over there."
"That's Sherey Street..." Boris offered an analogy. "It's like your Tumbledown Alley, a gray area of the Wizarding World. Going out that way leads to an abandoned construction site."
Boris took Matthew and the others around the streets on the right and ahead, but did not take them down the left-hand street. Dark Wizards often appeared there, and Boris feared they might run into trouble.
While Matthew and the others were sightseeing on Wizarding Street, a wizard in gray robes and a hood warily surveyed his surroundings on Sherey Street.
He walked up to a building and knocked on its wooden door.
"Who is it?"
"The one who takes out the trash."
The wooden door slowly opened a crack, revealing a constantly rotating metal eyeball inside. The metal eye inspected the gray-robed wizard through the gap.
After confirming there was no problem, the person opened the door. "Come in."
The metal-eyed wizard's face was unusually horrifying. The half of his face fitted with the metal eyeball looked as though its skin had been stripped away, exposing muscle and tendons.
After entering, the gray-robed wizard switched to fluent American English. "We didn't find Ivanov and his daughter, nor did we find those two CIA agents."
The gray-robed wizard took a sack from his