Harry's Call

Chapter 733: Harry's Call

Dumbledore's death was like a raging flood, instantly washing away the last line of defense in countless hearts.

There had still been a few scattered figures in Diagon Alley, but after the Daily Prophet announced that Dumbledore had fallen in battle, the place was completely deserted.

Even the Leaky Cauldron had become empty. Tom could only wipe the glasses that had already been wiped countless times over and over again.

Silvan, in the wand shop, suddenly heard the door open.

He thought Lila and Garian had returned from Hogwarts, but when he looked up, he saw two identical heads poking in from outside.

It was Fred and George. Silvan showed no surprise, only giving them a disdainful glance.

"You two, don't you have anything else to do?"

"You're really harsh."

"Do you think we'd come all this way to find you if we had something else to pass the time?" Fred casually walked in, shutting the door behind him with the ease of someone returning home.

Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was still open—they had said when they opened the shop that even if Voldemort marched into Diagon Alley and stood right outside their door, they would not close it out of fear.

So far, they had indeed kept their word. It was one of only three shops in Diagon Alley still open, the other two being the wand shop and Gringotts.

But although they wanted to do business, there were no customers left. To kill time, Fred and George came to the wand shop twice a day—oh, this was already their third visit.

"We really do have serious business this time," George said.

"You said that the last two times too." Silvan did not even look up. "And your serious business turned out to be asking me