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Yesterday's trek into the village turned out to be a three-hour ordeal which I shall not repeat in a hurry! The queue in Boots for my prescription was 456,987 million miles long with one person serving, ditto the Post Office to collect some cash, where a silly woman was sending about 466,709,876 billion packages by recorded delivery, gggrrr!! When I finally got to Mr Chan the Optician I had to wait while an old bloke was being tested on some sort of Chinese torture machine, then my exam took about 456,765,342  billion epochs!! I could hardly walk back and had to stop to rest 675,228,975,437 million times! BUT I am getting some nice specs specially for computer work (needed!) with purple frames! Phew!

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Exhausted by what seemed days of exploring and dizzy with thirst and hunger, Scorpius had laid down in a corner of what looked like a more welcoming place and sank in an agitated sleep, populated by nightmares. Hadn't he been this fatigued, maybe the young Malfoy would have noticed that the soil beneath his body was no longer rock and stone but a silver sand bed.
He had only thought it'd be more comfortable to sleep on this than just the dark stone; someone had had the same idea, just twenty meters away laid a worn out suitcase and something had been trying to escape. The old luggage lock finally gave up and a tiny paw emerged from it, followed by a very plump and furry body. Seeing Scorpius asleep, sniffing something attracting, the small creature began searching the boy's pocket until it found the golden artefact. Scorpius woke up suddenly, catching the little thief.
"A niffler!" said Scorpius, surprised.

Scorpius was lost. Totally, completely lost and he cursed himself for being such an imbecile, going on such an expedition all by himself. Aberforth Dumbledore's former tavern had always been the  place for adventurous sorcerers and people with dubious virtues, why did he liked the place so much? He and Albus Severus spent so many hours there, trying to learn what was forbidden at Hogwarts, through bits of conversations and Weasley's ears spying stuff. Now that Aberforth was back, it had been crowded with all sorts of people, even "creatures" he couldn't identify. Hiding in his cellar had been easy, the man wasn't too enclined on cleaning. What he had learned there, he's had to hide it from everyone, even Albus. Now he regretted bitterly, cause he was alone and starving.

In the Forbidden Forest, James Potter was seated on an old oak tree stump, marking one of the entrance to the Lost Realm. Smoking a pipe, he was laughing with Lupin, Tonks and their son, Teddy. "Aren't we supposed to verify their identity?" gestured Teddy to the families of wizards crossing the threshold with all sorts of luggages. Potter shrugged: "Do you see me acting as some sort of customs officer? I'd be totally... riddikulus!" and he laughed along with Lupin. Both looked like fresh student barely out of Hogwarts and Teddy who was now 25, wondered if they had aged at all in their head. No one was now anxious about Rolf Scamander's disappeance or the absence of news on the Malfoy's expedition.
"When shall we depart for good? The gates won't stay open for ever you know" replied Lupin, looking at the dark cloud twirling beyond the old tree.
"I shall leave tomorrow; Lily says they've found several cities, all empty now and I must secure the whole family and you my friends some nice place to stay."
Lupin frowned "I wonder where the people who owned those places went."