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Down Knockturn Alley there is always Old Turner, the mad muggle. First time he came around, too drunk to properly stand but even so a little shocked and amazed by the magic, they unceremoniously shoved him out of the magical district and thought nothing of it. He surely would atribute it all to the copious amounts of alcohol in his blood that night.
Next Friday somehow he was back stumbling over the side streets of Knockturn, trying to start conversations with hags, politely telling them he wouldn’t have any use for toe nails but thank you very much for offering before being again shoved out of there.
Then 2 weeks after that he could be seen again on the streets asking werewolves what kind of shampoo they used to have such abundant volumous hair and ALL OVER THEIR BODIES, he is getting a little bald and needs all help he can get, you see. This time they illegally obliviate him.
It is useless because sometime after that he is once more stumbling around, smelling of strong booze and smiling to anyone who stops to listen to his drunken rambles.
At some point, after many obliviations the locals just give up and accept Old John Turner as one of those strange things that only happen around Knockturn Alley.
