The Grudge of Deducted Points is Settled

"Ding-a-ling..."

"Welcome!"

Accompanied by the crisp jingle of wind chimes, Dobby, whom Newt had sent to Diagon Alley to help out, jumped out from behind the counter, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the customer who had entered.

The newcomer was a middle-aged wizard. He had only come to withdraw some money today, but halfway there, he had suddenly noticed this newly opened shop.

How strange. With Death Eaters running rampant, Diagon Alley growing increasingly desolate, and people closing their shops every day to flee abroad, someone actually dared to go against the tide and open a new business... Wasn't he afraid the Death Eaters would come looking for trouble?

Though he wanted to leave Diagon Alley, such a conspicuous and crowded place, as quickly as possible, curiosity still drove him inside to see who was so stubbornly fearless.

After entering, his first impression was quite good. The brightly lit shop felt pleasant and comfortable, and a faint woody fragrance drifted through the room... the distinctive scent of rowan wood, likely coming from that brand-new counter.

A counter made of rowan wood—tasteful, and expensive too... That kind of wood was not cheap.

At the same time, he caught the sweet fragrance of some kind of fruit. The scent was rich but not overpowering, refreshing his mind and spirit.

"Not bad," the wizard thought. "A few years ago, this place would definitely have drawn plenty of customers, but now..."

He shook his head. Honestly, in times like these, who was in the mood to go shopping? No matter how nicely the place was arranged, what was the point? It was just a waste of Galleons.

He paid no attention to the House-elf who had jumped out, merely shifting his gaze toward the shelves. He wanted to find the source of that unfamiliar