The younger wizard did not say who the ‘him’ was, but from his tone and his state and the way Charles’ life had been going of late, he had a sinking suspicion that he knew precisely who. Still gripping his son by the arm, the healer disapparated with a pop! and appeared swiftly in his home parlour—he could make his excuses to the assistant later.

“Take me to him—and explain as we go!”

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