Diagon Alley.
The moonlight was lovely that night, its silvery glow falling across the winding flagstone street.
In the past, the shops on either side would have long since shut their doors at this hour. With Knockturn Alley right next door, the nights were hardly safe.
Now, however, plenty of people still wandered between the shops in Diagon Alley, chatting and laughing, while young couples shopped for gifts together.
Along both sides of the street, a number of new shops were bustling with renovation work that continued through the night.
Some were brand-new establishments, while others were former potions shops being converted into different businesses.
Beside Gringotts, the grandest white-stone building of all, an exceptionally large and tall shop was under vigorous construction in the Ministry of Magic's name.
Dozens of wizards hurried in and out, busy with the work, while quite a few goblins stamped their feet nearby and cursed, protesting that it was unreasonable and so on.
Whatever the case, Diagon Alley was growing livelier by the day.
Just then, a spirited Patrol Team squad emerged from Knockturn Alley. Every member wore a purple wool uniform and a purple iris cap, with a wand holster fastened to their belt.
The passing wizards gave the patrol members spontaneous smiles of relief, even bowing slightly in thanks.
A tavern owner stepped out to greet them warmly, calling to the squad's captain.
"Daniel, finished another patrol of Knockturn Alley? Why not come in for a drink?"
Daniel, the Patrol Team captain, gave him a polite bow.
"Thank you, Mr. Ryan, but we'll pass on the drinks. We still have work to do. You know how it is-slacking off costs us pay and promotion points."
"All right, but make sure you come here for a drink after your shift. I'll give you