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Friday nights in Diagon Alley always felt a little different. The shops had long since locked their doors, the streets had emptied, and the last of the lanterns flickered against the cobblestones. Yet somewhere beneath the sleeping city… A crowd roared. Hidden behind the crumbling wall of an abandoned apothecary, hundreds of witches and wizards packed tightly around an enchanted stone arena, shouting, laughing, and placing reckless bets as golden wards shimmered overhead. A voice boomed through the underground hall. “Ladies and gentlemen… your undefeated champion!” The crowd erupted. A flash of ginger hair stepped into the light, rolling enchanted wraps over scarred knuckles with a crooked, impossibly confident grin. Fred Weasley winked at the audience. “Who’s first, then?”