Chapter 4

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As the still small boy walked down the dark streets of Diagon Alley, his footsteps echoed eerily in the silence. The narrow, winding alleys seemed to stretch endlessly before him, casting eerie shadows that danced in the dim light. He cautiously made his way towards Knockturn Alley, a place known for its dark and mysterious reputation. The air grew colder, and the atmosphere became even more foreboding as he turned the corner.

He found himself in a narrow, cobblestone alleyway that was even darker and more sinister than Diagon Alley. The buildings were tall and imposing, their dark facades looming over him like malevolent sentinels. The only sound was the occasional creaking of a rusty hinge or the flutter of a bat's wings.

The boy's heart pounded in his chest as he slowly made his way down the alleyway. He kept his head down, his eyes darting nervously from side to side. He was half-expecting a dark figure to jump out at him at any moment.

But then, he spotted a small shop that appeared to be open. The store stood out from the rest, with its dark purple exterior and a rickety old wooden door that seemed to creak in protest as he pushed it open.

Inside, he found himself in a small, cramped shop that was filled with wands of all shapes and sizes. The walls were lined with shelves that were overflowing with wands made of various woods and cores. There were wands made of oak, ash, willow, and even yew. There were wands with dragon heartstrings, unicorn hair, and phoenix feathers.

The boy's eyes widened in amazement. He had never seen so many wands in one place before. He slowly made his way around the shop, examining each wand with care.

In the center of the shop was a small counter where a woman with long, silky blond hair cascading down her shoulders and vibrant brown doe eyes was standing. She was wearing a short black dress with long purple sleeves adorned with delicate wand-patterned lace.

The woman smiled warmly at him as he approached. "Welcome to my shop," she said. "My name is Zenyth. Is there anything I can help you with?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. He had never been to this shop before, and he didn't know what to expect.

"I'm just looking," he said finally.

Zenyth nodded. "Of course," she said. "Take your time. And if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask."

The boy nodded and continued to browse the shop. He felt a strange sense of connection to this place, as if he had been drawn to it for a reason. He couldn't explain it, but he felt like he belonged here.

After a while, the boy thanked Zenyth for her time and left the shop. He walked back into the dark streets of knockturn Alley. 

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