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The Ministry of Magic and Diagon Alley were both in London, England. To the wizards of the British Wizarding World, they were like the political and economic centers, located in the same place.

For officials of the British Ministry of Magic, the only benefit was that after work, they could still take a stroll through Diagon Alley and relax.

While they were at it, they could wash away the workhorse stench of spending all day in a decaying institution and lift their spirits.

Liam Powell was one such person. More than ten years had passed since he graduated from Gryffindor at Hogwarts.

He had changed from the reckless yet brave young lion he once was into a jaded middle-aged lion burdened with worries but still possessing a sense of justice.

Knowing what the British Ministry of Magic was like now, Liam Powell could not help regretting that he had eagerly joined it in the first place.

But if I had chosen to travel the world and seek adventure, I would never have met Lina or had Vivian, the little angel most important to my life!

Of course, Liam Powell knew that life always had two paths: the path one chose, and the path left unchosen.

Perhaps the unchosen path was filled with beautiful scenery, flowers, and applause, while the chosen path was covered in thorns and dangers.

But life meant steadfastly walking down the path one had chosen.

Besides, he had already gained far too many things on this path that he could not bear to give up.

Forget it. Liam shook his head after work, trying to shake off everything terrible about Umbridge, along with the stale air of the office clinging to him.

Like his other colleagues, he planned to relax in Diagon Alley. After all, Christmas was