Chapter 110: 'Smuggling”

Chapter 110: “Smuggling”

Matthew skimmed through the news, finding it somewhat amusing

Azkaban experiencing prison breaks was not uncommon; what kind of news was this to make headlines?

Furthermore, the news provided no names or information about the escaped criminals.

It was merely mentioned that the Ministry of Magic had severely punished the night watch personnel at Azkaban

What was the difference between this and no report at all?

But speaking of tonight, Matthew was supposed to be involved in a smuggling job with Mr. Shafiq.

If luck was not on his side, he might end up residing in Azkaban for a while.

Matthew tossed the newspaper aside and left Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

He made his way to the Leaky Cauldron, not far away, where he had a simple breakfast and attended to some personal matters.

Nightfall was approaching.

As darkness settled, Mr. Shafiq instructed the clerk to close the bookstore earlya rare occurrence.

Simultaneously, he exchanged a meaningful glance with Matthew.

Quickly understanding the unspoken message, Matthew returned an I understand expression to Mr. Shafiq before retreating to the basement and his dim, damp cabin.

He changed out of the Flourish and Blotts Bookstore clerk uniform and donned a plain wizard robe without any logos.

Additionally, he put on his dragon leather gloves, although he regretted not having Theodore Knotts dragon leather protective suit at handotherwise, he would have certainly worn it.

Sitting on the bed, he flipped through the second-grade textbooks, such as The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2, which Matthew had taken with him from Flourish and Blotts Bookstore on his first day.

He patiently waited, and so he waited

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Soft knocks echoed at the door of the cabin.

Matthew swiftly set aside the book, grasped his wand, and stepped outside.

Mr. Shafiq awaited him by the door, accompanied by another Flourish and Blotts Bookstore clerk.

Matthew couldnt recall the name of the clerk at that moment.

The night was dark, the alley was quiet and foreboding, and the chilling wind rustled leaves and echoed the cries of stray cats

Matthew remained composed, but his companion, the reserved adult clerk, trembled.

Dont be afraid; hold on a little longer! Mr. Shafiq encouraged them.

This road leads to an exit from Diagon Alley. We can only take this path because we cannot use the Leaky Cauldron exit. Its crowded with a mixed assortment of people and easily spotted. Mr. Shafiq urged once again.

Hmm, Matthew nodded.

The terrified companion remained speechless.

Fortunately, Mr. Shafiqs words held true.

After nearly ten minutes, they passed through a fence, finally leaving behind the grimy, dark, and desolate alley.

Matthew noticed that the three of them had arrived on the streets of London.

Should we walk from here? Matthew asked, slightly perplexed.

No, well fly, Mr. Shafiq shook his head, explaining, Follow me.

They crossed a Muggle street and discovered a remote, seemingly abandoned phone booth.

The surrounding Muggles appeared oblivious to its presence, their attention diverted from the cityscape.

Mr. Shafiq opened the phone booth door, revealing several concealed broomsticks inside.

Wickfield, can you ride a broom? Mr. Shafiq inquired.

Matthew shrugged. Clearly, he had never experienced this mode of transportation before.

No worries, sit behind me, Mr. Shafiq responded without hesitation, retrieving two broomsticks from the phone booth.

One he mounted himself, and the other he handed to the other clerk.

Matthew noticed that the broomstick in Mr. Shafiqs hand lacked logos or numbers, unlike the ones he had seen in the Quality Quidditch Supplies

Lets go!

Once Matthew and the other clerk settled on the broomstick, Mr. Shafiq immediately gave the order.

Two broomsticks ascended into the air, disappearing into the night of London.