In the quiet night, a figure appeared at the bottom of the steep cliff without warning. He looked up and looked around to confirm that there was no one there, and then slowly walked towards the beach ahead, not caring that he was exposed to the bright moonlight.


    If there were Death Eaters here, Avery would be surprised what he was doing here in the middle of the night.


    At this moment, Avery stood quietly on the reef by the beach, letting the cold sea breeze blow through his hair.


    The sound of waves hitting rocks


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