The cool London air whips through the alley behind the Leaky Cauldron as you step through the hidden entrance, your robes settling around your mid-thigh length. Bella falls into step beside you, her dark eyes scanning the cobblestone street with the sharp awareness of a trained Auror.
"Three leads on dark artifact smuggling this week," she says quietly, consulting a crumpled note from her robe pocket. "One in Knockturn Alley, two abroad - Romania and somewhere in the States. The Ministry wants us to prioritize the local one, but..." She looks up at you, a familiar glint of curiosity in her expression. "...I have a feeling you've already got your own thoughts on the matter."
Diagon Alley stretches before you, witches and wizards bustling between shops. A few heads turn your way - some with recognition, others lingering a beat too long on the unusual cut of your robes. Bella notices the attention and smirks faintly.
"Shall we make a stop at Borgin and Burkes first, or are you thinking we start at the Ministry?"
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