Matthew had only taken a cursory look at the news, and then he suddenly felt a little funny

Isn't it a common occurrence for criminals to escape from prison in Azkaban, and what kind of news is that it makes headlines?

What's more, the entire news did not even give the names and information of several fugitives, only mentioning that the Ministry of Magic's special agent in Azkaban who was in charge of the vigil that day had been severely punished......

What's the difference between this and not reporting?

But speaking of which, tonight he should be going to do a "smuggling" job with Mr. Shafiq.

If you're unlucky, you might have to go to Azkaban for a while.

Matthew tossed the newspaper aside and left the Blotted bookstore.

He went to the Leaky Cauldron Bar not far away, where he had a simple breakfast and did some personal business of his own.

......

Night will soon come.

As soon as it was dark, Mr. Shafiq gave the clerks a rare order to close the bookstore early.

At the same time, he gave Matthew a look.

Matthew hurriedly replied to Mr. Shafiq with a "understood" expression, and then went back to the basement, back to the damp and dark cabin that belonged to him.

He had changed out of the clerk's uniform at the Blotted Bookstore into a wizard's robe with no logos, and he had put on his own dragon skin gloves, and he regretted that Theodor Not's dragon skin hazmat suit was not with him, otherwise he would have worn it too......

Sitting on the bed, he looked through the second-year textbooks, such as the standard spell level two, and on the first day he came to the Blotted bookstore, Matthew had taken his textbooks and waited patiently.

I've been waiting for a while......

Until the time on the watch, it was displayed at 11 o'clock in the evening

There was a sudden knock on the door of the hut.

Matthew hurriedly put the book down, picked up his wand, and walked out.

Mr. Shafiq was waiting for him outside the door, along with another clerk at the Blotted Bookstore......

Matthew couldn't call out his name for a while, and in his memory, he only remembered that he seemed to be a relatively taciturn adult wizard in the bookstore.

There were only three people, and there were fewer members participating in this smuggling "activity" than Matthew imagined......

"Be quiet, Wakefield. Mr. Shafiq reminded: "Try not to make too loud noises. ”

"Hmm. Matthew nodded.

The three of them walked out of the Blotted Bookstore together and came to Diagon Alley, which was dark in the middle of the night.

......

Due to the late hour, most of the shops in Diagon Alley are closed.

The long cobblestone street is empty, and there are no pedestrians in sight.

It was obviously not the first time that Mr. Shafiq had done this, and he did not act rashly, but very cautiously observed that there were no wizards around.

After confirming that there would be no witnesses, he gave Matthew and the other wizard a look and motioned for them to follow.

The taciturn clerk, who looked like Matthew, had no previous experience in doing this, and both of them were a little at a loss, so they hurriedly followed.

"Mr. Shafiq, don't we need to Phantom Shifter and Floo Net?" Matthew asked curiously, trying to keep up with Mr. Shafiq's pace.

"Of course not. Mr. Shafiq replied in a whisper as he carefully observed his surroundings, "Whether it's the Phantom Shapeshifting Network, the Floo Network, or the Portkey, the Ministry of Magic keeps a close watch, and every use of it will leave a record...... Once discovered, it will all be exposed...... So absolutely not to use!"

"Quick, keep up!" he urged.

Matthew noticed that Mr. Shafiq was not heading in the Leaky Cauldron.

They walked for about five minutes, then bypassed Gringotts, trying not to let the goblins inside find out that Gringotts was a twenty-four-hour wizarding bank.

"Here, quick!" said Mr. Shafiq waved at them again.

Only then did Matthew notice that Mr. Shafiq had led them into a fork in the road.

It seems to be Tumbledown Alley!

Or rather, it used to be Tumbledown Alley...... As early as a year ago, Matthew knew that the former dark magic item shop here had been forcibly closed by the Ministry of Magic, and the entire alley was deserted.

Nevertheless...... But as they walked along the dirty path, they could still see something scary in the nearby shop window.

For example, in a huge shop window opposite, there are several shrunken human heads on display......

In the dark of night, the alleys were silent and gloomy, the wind howled coldly, and the rustle of leaves could be heard from time to time, and the screams of wild cats

Matthew was fine, but his other companion, the taciturn adult clerk, was already shaking.

"Don't be afraid, hold on for a while!" Mr. Shafiq cheered them up, "There is an exit from Diagon Alley on this road, and we can only go here...... Because we couldn't leave through the exit of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, there were so many people and mixed that it was easy to spot!"

"Hmm!" Matthew nodded.

And the other companion, who was terrified to the core, was already speechless.

Fortunately, the exit that Mr. Shafiq spoke of is not far away.

After about ten minutes, through a wall, they managed to leave the dirty, dark, and eerie alley they had just had.

Matthew noticed that the three of them had come to the streets of London.

......

"Shall we walk over there?" asked Matthew, somewhat confused.

"No, let's fly over. Mr. Shafiq shook his head, then explained: "Come with me again." ”

They crossed a Muggle street and found a very remote telephone booth that looked to have been abandoned for a long time...... And the surrounding Muggles don't seem to be able to see this telephone booth that greatly affects the "cityscape".

As soon as Mr. Shafiq opened the door of the phone booth, Matthew discovered that there were several broomsticks hidden inside.

"Wakefield, will you ride a broomstick?" asked Mr. Shafiq.

Matthew spread his hands.

Obviously, this is the first time he has come into contact with this type of transportation.

"It's okay, then you sit behind me. Mr. Shafiq said without hesitation, and then he took out two broomsticks from the phone booth.

One he rode on himself, and the other was thrown to another clerk.

Matthew noticed that, unlike the broomsticks he had seen in the Quidditch Shop, the one in Mr. Shafiq's hand had no sign or number......

"Let's go!"

After Matthew and the other clerk were seated on the broomsticks, Mr. Shafiq gave the order without hesitation.

Two broomsticks burst into the air, and they disappeared into the London night.