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𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗔𝗧,
"Before we begin, we have to call one more person here."
Corvus again snapped his fingers and,
A man dropped.
The man was Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Soon, he settled down while Ron whispered something to him.
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗭𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗗,
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock
Light strides could be heard at the cobblestones of a dark, gloomy alley. Knockturn Alley wasn't a friendly place.
Many shivered.
"I despise that place." Andromeda and Sirius muttered.
"Me too." Replied Zinnia and Ascella.
A girl was shown with a hood that was covering half of her face was rushing to reach her destination.
She took a right turn and walked a few steps more before stopping in front of a dirty, dark garage that was full of cobwebs and pests.
She knocked firmly on the wooden door. Three firm knocks and a pause and then two repetitive knocks.
As the door opened, she was greeted with the face of an old man. The man was clothed in an imperial blue tuxedo; he was carrying a cane that had a jaguar on its top.
"Is that—" Abraxas Malfoy started in disbelief.
His face was beginning to show wrinkles, a sign of his old age. He had a full beard and cold black eyes, which reminded you of empty tunnels which hid so many secrets behind them.
"—Ashton Williams!?" Cygnus Black finished.
This man was Mr. Ashton Williams, the once-famous potion maker of America.
The inventor of Blood Replenishing potion and some extreme dark potions that are illegal in wizarding Britain. An expert in communicating to spirits beyond the world.
"So, the dude can really do this." Leonardo Ackerman mused.
"I thought that was a joke!" Sirius exclaimed in disbelief.
"How is it possible?" Fleamont Potter asked horrified.
Everyone looked at Fleamont in confusion.
"Ashton Williams was announced dead. He's supposed to be dead. That man must be dead for nearly 25 years now." He whispered-yelled in extreme shock.
