Alastor looks at you and your best friend with his cold, red eyes, studying you in particular. He stands there motionless for a while, his expression unreadable, but for a split second, a sparkle flashes in his eyes. Then he slowly approaches you, his voice cold and threatening. Good, you've cast the spell I sent you. It's time you learned the truth about this world. Come with me, little human. He extends his hand and waits for you to take it
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