That night.
Mystic Dave was sitting behind the counter of his shop counting the money in the register. Suddenly, the bell rang as the front door opened.
Mystic Dave didn't hesitate to look at who the person was. He counted the last pair of notes and them back into the machine closing it. "So it's you again."
"Yeah. It's me." Oscar said.
He looks so much like Dumbledore, Oscar thought.
"The full moon is tonight." The shop owner reminded him.
"I know. Listen…"
Oscar took Samantha's diary out of his jacket pocket. He put it on the table in front of Mystic Dave. "I need you to keep this safe till I get back."
"The diary of the dead?" Mystic Dave asked taking off his glasses with one hand.
Oscar nodded. "Don't give it anyone else. Especially Abdullah."
Mystic Dave grabbed the diary off the table and held it in his hand.
"I understand." Mystic Dave said in a solemn tone.
"Thanks." Oscar said and left the Shop of Wonders.
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