"Is this Egypt's Diagon Alley?" Harry looked around, fascinated by everything he saw.
They were now in Cairo's magical marketplace, the Heliopolis Secret Market. Like Diagon Alley in London and the Hidden Place in Paris, Cairo's magical marketplace was concealed and could only be entered through certain special means.
"Yes, though it's not quite the same." Sirius stayed almost pressed against Harry, his usual smile subdued and his expression guarded.
"Heliopolis is more like a mixture of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. There are plenty of Dark wizards here, and they operate in broad daylight."
"Huh? Why is that?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Because dark magic and dark sorcery are very widespread here. It wouldn't be much of an exaggeration to call everyone a Dark wizard," Remus explained. "But there's no need to worry too much. Most Egyptian wizards are still friendly and hospitable, as long as you don't provoke them."
It wasn't just Sirius. Remus and Arthur looked very alert too.
Tris curled his lip beside them.
He didn't have a good impression of Egypt.
He had visited Egypt with a tour group in his previous life, and it had certainly left a lasting impression. People would walk right up to you on the street and ask for money. Buy even the tiniest service, and you were guaranteed to face a whole trainload of extra charges.
Take a camel ride, and they'd agree on one price, then double it when you arrived, because you had to pay for the guide's camel too.
And that was one of the better experiences.
As far as Tris was concerned, it was in a league of its own when it came to absurdity.
"Why does it look like none of the wizards here use wands?" Percy was observant enough to notice that small