The new guest looked like a young man, but his face was a little bad and very pale.

The old man who was looking at the newspaper also looked up, squinted his eyes and whispered, "The old friend is back." But Aberforth doesn't remember when he ever had such a face in his bar.

In fact, most of the wizards who come here don't reveal their true faces.

"Just call me Walls." The newcomer was pale

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