A disgruntled hmph aeps followed him. “Listen, boy. I ko my things! You better returo me or by the Pleiades you will feel my wrath!” Last week it had beeion of goblis that had disappeared. Harry fouhe pawn shop aross the way, reently traded for a stak of Alwyn and the Briarluks reords, whih oially, he ter heard bsting from Umphrey’s ft on his way home.
Harry turned around ahe maare f moment and theo song. “Hop on my broomstik, baby, don’t thi just say maybe,” he sang, trying hard to mimi the rooning styles of Alwyn Bristleby. He wiggled his eyebrohrey aairs.
& the first days establishing himself, or Arhie Eversw a ft above The Laughing Fox. The rauous pub sat two bloks dowed main base of operatioi he’d beeo iook him three weeks to figure out the half a druel Quarter were just the tip of the operation. Harry saw rates of raw materials, but akihere. He’d spent his nights losing at ards and drirying to gaiy in the underworld ommunity. o pay him too muh attentiohat he blehout having to do too muh to prove himself.
“I think it’s the fae,” Ron had said. “It’s just the fae of someone you’d rather fet.” Harry thanked him for his hoy. “What mate? S’’s your atual fae.”
&her two weeks, he’d traed raw material deliveries to a more upsale neighb Heights, and the gmorous Ashtyl Hotel. Five days after that, he’d nded himself a job there.
Sadly, the hotel maine de Russo, gave him little leeway, inhibiting the disovery of illegal ativities. After months of b as a day shift porter, he’d beeernoons and nights. Harry ould hardly believe it wheine spped his shoulder, hahe master spell key, and told him he eable to the team. With a bit more freedom ahe master spell key, Harry disovered the kithen shut dowhursday evenings. All he’d mao find out was the hotel’s owo have a ards night with his frieo some of the other porters.
Harry made his way out of Travertel areets. He passed by a busy floo- afe, a few high end lothing shops, and Higgihe premier Quiddith supply shop ier Edinburgh area. He averted his eyes from a ne dispy ahe brik wall aross the street. It too had ha passed.
Giaered the brik, MISSIRIbsp;ZIVAAbsp;THE DMLE. 1000 GALLEON REWARD FOR ANY INFORMATIOO HER DISCOVERY. Harry paused to stare at the fae of a y, haeen, waving to the world. Zivantus? That was the name of a rih phinthropist who had a big disagreement with the Ministry a while bak. The girl had to be his daughter.
He passed several familiar faes of pikpokets, hustlers, and otherwise low level soundrels. Harry missed beio walk the streets arefree and uhoughts of who might be wathing his every move.
He’d expressed his prikling paran his st Floo-hat. Every other Sunday m, Harry apparated to a tiny magial shop just outside the ity. The elderly ow him use their Floo in exhange for yard work. The Ministry had utilized them i, he was sure, but if they had any idea he was an underover auror, they ed it.
“Now you’re paranoid beause ies you.” Ron had shaken his head. “Isn’t that what you’ve always wae?”
The aress of a light downpour roused his thoughts, and Harry ast an Umbrel d broke into a jog. While it was true that he fou relief in shedding his very publi persona, Harry found that being under made him feel as if he’d lost piees of himself. As he approahed the Ashtyl, he headed towards the servie e almost fell over when a red blur ran through his legs and threw him off bane.
“What the—”
A k-like reature with deep red markings, bli him aed away dow. Harry thought it odd suh an animal would be aroura al the streets. It must have been lost.
Harry meant to ihe main desk if as had mentioned havi Valentine gave him a list of tasks as soon as he saw Harry. The normally hipper man was distrated. “We’ve been shufflis around, hanging room assigs,” he expi’s beei m.”
&h the oh floor as best he ould, but there wasn’t muh to be doo offeed that the vaatioear eah other to shreds within the oheir sound-proof warded room. On his rounds, he heked on a few house elves he’d taken a liking to, ahem mehe pehe Do-Not-Disturb ost aire day.
“That’s odd,” Harry said.
Grimbie nodded. “Yes, sirs, a beeo lean or deliver ems. Our routines is all messed up. Messed up, yes.”
“I’ll look into it,” Harry assured the elf. He we and then realized he’d misped his master spell key. Valentine seemed preoupied when Harry told him about the penthouse aered Harry’s ohat he lost the spell key.
&i his arm, his spell key in his grasp. He hadn’t even looked up and was sifting through papers oh his other han