You walk away from the door and back up the aisle towards the voices. A wizard in a bright yellow robe sees you and smiles.
"Come with me, young . I'm sure that we can get this sorted out."
The wizard takes you by the arm and walks you outside.
As you re-enter Diagon Alley, you notice that the group of Magical Law Enforcement has moved on up the street, as they search store-by-store.
Before you can explain yourself, the man in the yellow robes shakes his head and says, "Now, we know that you cast a spell, so let's just get this over with so you can get back to your day, and I can get back to mine. Shouldn't be a big deal, but your parents really should have taught you better."
The wizard pulls out a long black stick and begins waving it across your body. When it passes over your backpack, it lets out a loud howl that makes you wince.
“What’s that?!” The wizard demands. “Have you...have you stolen a wand?!”
The noise from the baton attracts the attention of several people nearby.
“I mistook you for a Magical Being, but that is the sound only made when a muggle or squib has a wand in their possession!”
The wizard drops the black baton and pulls out his wand. He points it at your chest and quickly shouts, "Incarcerous!"
Several thick ropes appear out of no where and tighten around your arms and chest. In shock, you try to explain that the wand belongs to your brother, but your words are cut short as a rope constricts around your throat.
You fall to your knees and desperately try to cry out for help, but you are unable to get even the smallest sound out. Darkness creeps in from the edges of your vision as you feel that you might pass out at any moment.
Through cloudy vision, you just barely make out a figure stepping out of the alley next to you to stand between you and the wizard in yellow.
You hear muffled arguments and then, “Obliviate!”
You fall face-forward onto the street, smashing your nose against the unforgiving cobblestone (You lose 2 health).
The last thing you recall before the darkness closes in around you is, "Emancipare!"
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