Chapter 165: Pomora Alley

Chapter 165: Pomora Alley

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"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

-Author notes-

Chapter 165: Pomora Alley

Harry and Lily walked through the streets of Barcelona wearing casual Muggle clothing to avoid attracting attention to themselves.

"This is so exciting. It's been so long since I visited a foreign place like this," Lily said, appearing to be in a very good mood as she looked around the streets.

"I'm glad you're having fun, Mom. But pay attention too, we are about to enter the oldest part of the city. We are bound to cross paths with other wizards and witches," Harry said, his words not loud but audible despite the noise around them.

Lily assumed he had used some charm on his voice.

"Hey, wait a moment, I'm supposed to be the adult here," she complained.

Harry ignored her mutterings and focused on finding the entrance since he was not very familiar with this place.

"Are you sure it's around here?" Lily scanned the area.

The two of them had left behind the busy city streets and ventured into the oldest area, called the "Casco Antiguo."

The city was extremely old. Even though it wasn't formally recognized as a city until the thirteenth century, parts of it had been around since much earlier, and this was the oldest part.

They were walking on cobblestones and surrounded by old, gloomy stone buildings.

The upper parts of the buildings extended forward, so most of the natural light became blocked.

"There, to the left," Harry said.

"You'll see very soon," he answered.

"Ugh..." Lily groaned.

They continued walking for a bit longer until Harry stopped before a corner. To their left was a narrow corridor with almost no light.

It reminded her very much of Knockturn Alley.

"Mmm... Harry, don't tell me t-"

"Señorita, no se meta ahí!" (Lady, don't go in there!) An old lady approached them. "Ese lugar es peligroso, es mejor no ir ahí... mucho menos con un niño." (That place is very dangerous, it's better not to go there... much less with a child.) She glanced at Harry.

"Huh?... hold on..." Lily couldn't understand a word that woman was saying. "Right!... there was a translation charm, how was it?" she muttered.

"Son ingleses?" (Are you British?) The lady asked.

"Sí," Harry answered.

"Oh, el pequeño me entiende." (Oh, the little one understands me.) The lady smiled at Harry.

"Solo vamos a visitar los hermanos Velázquez. Tenemos un negocio con ellos." (We are just going to visit the Velázquez brothers. We have some business with them.) Harry told her.

"¿Esos viejos chiflados?!" (Those crazy old men?!) The old lady frowned.

"Sí... esos dos." (Yes... those two.) Harry already knew they had a bad reputation around here since they were a very eccentric duo.

"¡Ajá!, ahora te entiendo!" (Aha!, now I understand you!) Said Lily with confidence.

"Bueno... si tienen que ir allí, no los voy a detener, pero asegúrense de salir del callejón antes de que se haga de noche." (Well... if you have to go there, I'm not going to stop you, but make sure to get out of the alley before nighttime.) The lady sighed and left them alone.

"We should get going; we are going to attract attention if we stay in this corner," Harry told his mother.

"Mira, Harry!. ¡Estoy hablando español!" (Look, Harry. I'm speaking Spanish!) Lily had a smug smile on her face.

"That's great, Mom. But the Velázquez brothers can speak English quite well, so you won't need that charm," Harry informed her.

"¿Qué?!" Lily exclaimed.