Harry Potter looked around. This was no ordinary wizarding district. No winding alleys like Diagon Alley, no clattering cauldrons or floating feathers. Instead, there were rows of identical houses, neatly trimmed hedges, and... an eerie silence.
"This is the Vinex district," Hermione whispered, her wand glowing faintly. "A place where the Order is hiding."
"The Order of the Vinex?" Ron asked, confused. "I thought we were in the Order of the Phoenix."
"That was before," said a voice. From the shadows of a perfectly designed bicycle tunnel stepped none other than Professor McGonagall. "After the final battle against Voldemort, we had to hide somewhere no one would suspect. And what's more unremarkable than a Vinex neighborhood?"
Harry had to admit—it was brilliant. No Death Eater would ever think to look for an elite group of wizards among electric car-sharing stations and meticulously maintained front gardens.
Suddenly, a strange noise echoed through the quiet streets. A fountain in the central square began to bubble violently before shooting up a jet of black water. From the darkness, a hooded figure emerged.
"They've found us!" McGonagall cried.
Harry gripped his wand tightly. The Vinex district might be boring, but tonight, that was about to change.
