Chapter 835: They Might Just Be Tired
Compared to daytime, Diagon Alley was far less pleasant at night. Once the shops on either side had closed, the interplay of cold moonlight and flickering yellow lamps gave the street an eerie, unsettling feel.
Horlick and his group walked briskly along the road—two in front, three behind—subtly forming a loose circle around Kyle, as if to prevent him from slipping away.
Kyle had noticed their intentions, of course, but feigned ignorance. He even urged them on, sounding impatient.
"How much farther? Aren’t we there yet?"
"Just ahead," Horlick replied, glancing back.
He turned a corner and led them into a narrow alley.
Kyle stopped, hesitant. "Are you sure this is still part of Diagon Alley?"
"Of course. I promise," Horlick said in a low voice. "This is the back street of Diagon Alley, also called Knockturn Alley."
"I’ve never heard of it."
"That’s because... well, this is where the shopkeepers go to rest," Horlick explained. "They stay in their shops during the day and come back here at night. There’s probably nothing worth seeing here, which is why no one told you."
Knockturn Alley is the shopkeepers’ dormitory?
Kyle let out a cold laugh... Did they really expect him to believe such nonsense?