Chapter 8. Diagonal Alley.

After experiencing the sweet feeling of satisfaction due to the revenge that befell his enemies, Tom relaxed, organizing his thoughts. Ultimately, he finalized his plan for a visit to Diagon Alley.

A few hours ago, Riddle had sent Altariel into the magical world to gather more information about the workings of Gringotts, the magical bank, to avoid any unexpected mishaps.

Regardless of any rules, even if he had the money to exchange for "Galleons," the magical world's equivalent of pounds, Tom might unintentionally break some magical laws.

Riddle's thoughts were interrupted by the graceful slithering form of Nagaina on his lap. The young wizard couldn't take his eyes off his dear companion. Nagaina had been rapidly regaining her humanity after consuming his blood and forming a new bond due to an accidental familiar ritual. She had shared this wonderful news with Riddle. Fragments of memories had begun returning to Nagaina, noticeable through her improved speech.

"Master," Nagaina hissed. She always enjoyed the caresses from her beloved two-legged snake, which he bestowed by stroking her scales.

Nagaina had started having strange dreams, something she couldn't comprehend until recently. But everything changed after her new bond with Tom. Strange words and their peculiar meanings started appearing in her mind.

It's worth mentioning that all her physical attributes - strength, speed, and agility - had increased thanks to the ritual. Now, Nagaina could hunt rodents more effectively. But the most remarkable aspect was their telepathic connection, something they had been playing with for a long time and couldn't seem to get enough of. Their bond had become incredibly strong, allowing them to sense each other's emotions at an unimaginable distance.

Now, Nagaina received a constant flow of mana from Tom - the more she absorbed, the more she seemed to experience strange memories with seemingly profound significance.

Nagaina's thoughts were interrupted by a clapping sound. Altariel had returned from her mission, holding a substantial pouch in her slender hands. They had eventually become friends after capturing her while hunting for tasty rodents.

"Master, I want to eat," Nagaina hissed, circling around Tom's neck.

"Altariel, Nagaina is hungry, and I am too. Please..." Tom didn't finish his sentence before the elf disappeared in a flash, just as she had appeared a moment ago.

A few minutes later, as if materializing out of thin air, various dishes with an appetizing aroma appeared on the table.

"Everything is ready!" Altariel exclaimed energetically, appearing next to Tom and bouncing in place.

"I see you did an excellent job as always! Let's eat, and you can tell us about the mission afterward," Tom praised her, quickly patting her on the head. The young wizard's mood had genuinely improved in recent days - everything was going according to plan without a hitch, which pleased the young magician.

Riddle picked up a licorice wand, which he began chewing with pleasure. He also hadn't forgotten about the sour-sweet gummy candies in the shape of various animals.

For the wizard, the most crucial part of his diet was sweets, to which he had a weakness on par with Dumbledore's fondness for lemon drops.

Soon, Nagaina and Altariel also began their meal, not forgetting to wish each other bon appétit.

***

"So that's how it is... one should have expected this, the laws and norms are significantly different from the Muggle world," Tom's contemplative voice echoed through the crackling of the fireplace.

Even a house-elf can exchange money on behalf of their master without any documents, as it's not prohibited. However, there's a fixed limit to how much one can exchange without the presence of an adult wizard. Altariel had taken advantage of this rule, exchanging the 500 pounds Tom had given her.

Also, an underage wizard can't make any investments or purchase stocks or real estate.

Interestingly, all this information was presented in a beautifully animated booklet that Altariel had received from the bank. The bank offered investment services, the buying and selling of real estate, and, of course, the safekeeping of money, provided it didn't violate the magical world's laws or the bank's rules.

However, opening a personal account or utilizing any other banking services, besides exchanging a few Galleons, was currently impossible for the young wizard due to his age, which made sense.

Unfortunately, there were no bloodline or magical ability checks mentioned in the booklet. Altariel had no knowledge about this, and it was presumably the Ministry of Magic's responsibility.

Tom and Altariel couldn't simply exchange one million pounds without attracting attention. Speaking of which, a similar situation applied to precious gems and gold.

"Altariel, prepare your attire; we're heading to Diagon Alley right now," Riddle got up from his chair, nervously clearing his throat.

***

Charing Cross Road.

Tom stood by the entrance to the "Ragged Kettle," an unremarkable and rather typical London pub sandwiched between a bookstore and a record store.

"At long last... I'm finally here, and this is my first step into the magical world," Tom murmured in a hushed voice, surveying the unfamiliar streets.

"Master, we should stay away from Grim Alley... I've heard very bad things about that place," Elfira chattered anxiously, not out of fear but deep concern for her owner.

"Don't worry, Altariel. I'm not blinded by pride to consider myself invincible and wander where I shouldn't," the boy casually replied and strode forward. "At least not right now."

Loud conversations, laughter, and the sounds of a Scottish bagpipe reached Tom's ears as he opened the pub's doors. People in various eccentric attire that seemed straight out of Victorian England were engrossed in their seemingly important affairs.

The dimly lit pub was illuminated by magical torches on the walls and candles on a single large chandelier in the center, adding to the cozy and mysterious atmosphere.

Due to some impressive spatial magic, the interior of the room was larger than it appeared from the outside. Numerous families, friends, and couples were dining on various dishes at wooden tables scattered throughout the hall.

Food appeared before the patrons by itself, likely the work of house elves, or perhaps another unusual food delivery method.

On the left side, there was a bar where an elderly gentleman wiped a glass. A few people in shabby robes sat on stools beside him, drinking alcohol and having a loud discussion.

"This place looks much better than it was shown in the movie," Reddle thought as he surveyed the entire pub, walking in a certain direction.

"Dunstanville triumphed in the blood feud, showing no mercy, even to infants of the Gloucester family? These aristocrats are simply insane and despicable monsters," a dark-haired man muttered with obvious disgust. Red marks stood out on his sunken cheeks due to excessive alcohol consumption.

"Quiet, you drunken idiot! Do you want us to be found in pieces in some dark alley today for insulting aristocratic families?" responded a fearful voice from a red-haired, bearded man with a swollen face.

The man who had spoken in a hushed tone paled. His loose tongue could not only lead to his own demise but also endanger his companions. The brunette quickly looked around to see if anyone had inadvertently overheard their drunken chatter. Fortunately, they seemed to be ignored by everyone, as no one paid attention to the inebriated mages and continued with their own activities.

"Let's discuss safer topics that won't lead to our premature demise..."

For a moment, Tom lingered near these local drinkers. Due to his small stature and being in the shadow of the torchlight, hardly anyone noticed him.

"Blood feud? More and more hints that in this version of the world, there are things from fanfics about pureblood magic," Reddle mused.

In any case, the boy had no intention of staying here for long. To the left of the bartender, a little farther away, there were stone steps leading to the second floor. The pub also served as a hotel for wizards. Nearby was the exit of the establishment, through which wizards came and went in various quality robes. The difference between simple and expensive clothing and cloaks was readily apparent, especially among the wizards who looked like they were about to attend a royal reception at Queen Elizabeth's palace.

Soon, the wooden door closed behind him. Before Tom's eyes was an ordinary stone wall that looked exactly as it did in the movies. Who could have guessed that it was a gateway to the magical world of England?

"Altariel, you can become visible again," the young wizard's voice echoed in the absolutely empty surroundings. After a moment, the petite figure of his faithful elf appeared.

"Master, why did we use the entrance through this pub? I could have easily transgressed us directly into Crooked Alley," Altariel asked with a puzzled look at the strange wall.

"There's nothing sacred about this choice. I simply wanted to visit this pub, nothing more," Tom admitted. "I must admit, I was concerned that the wizards might react strangely to a lone child going somewhere without adult supervision. But it seems all my concerns were in vain – no one even noticed me."

"Your ability to become invisible is truly impressive," the boy continued, still studying the wall in front of him. "Surprisingly, even sounds and scents vanish along with you. I'm fortunate to have such a capable house elf as you."

Reddle was dressed in a high-quality, elegant black three-piece suit, and he had a dark cloak thrown over it, extending below his knees. The whole ensemble was completed with black polished shoes.

"Let's go; it's time," the boy couldn't wait to reach their desired destination.

Tom raised the index finger of his right hand, pointing it at the stone wall. In an instant, a thin stream of golden-blueish moist mana began to emerge from the tip of his finger, entering the wall.

To open the passage, one had to "feed" the wall with mana. It was something like a local password that Altariel had told Reddle about.

Enchantingly, the stones began to shake intensely and move in different directions, as if forming a puzzle. As a result, a passage was created, and the wizard promptly entered it with his now invisible Elf.

The first thought that crossed Tom's mind as he observed Diagon Alley was that this world was certainly not one of the two versions from books or movies.

While it was still daytime in London, the sun was already setting here. But the most remarkable aspect was the number of noisy wizards walking with their families, children, and friends to various shops with colorful and quirky magical signs.

The crowd possibly numbered more than a few thousand wizards. It's worth noting that they were only in the initial part of the huge street, and beyond, there were even more.

The scale couldn't even be vaguely compared to the small, unkempt alley from the film. All the buildings and shops, while looking antiquated, had their unique, noticeable quirks. Every place exhibited cleanliness and neatness without exception.

Much like in the pub, the majority of the wizards here didn't resemble the vagrants from the "Harry Potter" films. This certainly pleased Tom.

As Reddle walked between giggling, fancy ladies in elegant medieval dresses who chatted among themselves, he couldn't get enough of the local atmosphere. Magic and cleanliness were the hallmarks of the wizarding world. He felt as though he had been breathing terribly polluted air for a long time and could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Even from this point, the colossal white marble building of Gringotts bank was visible, where Reddle was heading.

Everything here truly had a "diagonal" aspect in the literal sense. The name was apt, as each structure was somewhat tilted to the side.

As Tom made his way through the crowd towards the bank, he looked around with great interest, examining the glass display windows of various shops. He paid particular attention to the stores selling books and some extraordinary magical artifacts.

On the way, some passersby cast arrogant or disapproving glances at him, which Reddle couldn't quite understand. He looked presentable and didn't behave like a mad tourist.

***

A massive three-story white building with an animated dragon sculpture on the roof. Enormous white columns flanked the elegant silver doors with a sign above them. The sign gleamed with golden letters that read "Gringotts Bank."

That's what Tom saw when he arrived at his destination, not to mention the famous inscription on the metal doors and two armored goblins in golden armor with axes in hand, guarding the entrance.

"Enter, stranger, but do not forget, The greed of greed will bring regret, Who does not love to work but loves to take, Will pay a heavy toll—make no mistake. If you come for what is not your own, From here, my friend, you'll never be gone!"

"Not bad," a thought passed through Tom's mind as he entered the passage, which the goblins courteously opened, bowing.

The impressive hall of the bank was quite a sight. High ceilings and beautiful moldings with exquisite carvings on the walls were made of pure gold and silver. Two large magical chandeliers on the ceiling, made of white precious crystals, illuminated the not too bright interior of the bank.

On high, long tables, little humanoid dwarves were busy weighing all kinds of wealth: diamonds, gold, silver, magical minerals. All of it passed through their clawed, slightly wrinkled little hands.

Although their appearance resembled ordinary human "dwarves" in the dark, a closer look immediately revealed that these were entirely different beings, with very little in common with humans.

With their sharp facial features, pale skin, large heads, pointed noses, ears, and shark-like teeth that looked terrifying, especially when some of them started to smile.

Tom approached the nearest goblin, a gray-haired one in his senior years with glasses. He wore a luxurious black vest, and his cufflinks were made of diamonds.

The boy awkwardly cleared his throat to get the busy goblin's attention.

"Welcome to Gringotts Bank. My name is Gnarlak. What can I do for you?" his rough voice spoke, accompanied by a raised eyebrow.

"Hello, sir. My name is Thomas! My mom sent me to exchange Muggle money for Galleons," Reddle said in a childlike manner, trying to act like a child.

"That's certainly interesting, Mr. Thomas. However, without adult supervision, I cannot exchange a large amount of cash for you. Those are the bank's rules," Gnarlak dryly replied, continuing to shuffle through the papers.

"But I'm already grown-up! My mom gave me money for ice cream, so it's just a bit," the boy mumbled with a hurt tone, as he took out five pounds from his pocket.

"I see. Allow me," the goblin grumbled. In an instant, the money from Tom's hand flew onto the table right in front of him.

"Do you know the exchange rate for Muggle currency to Galleons?" Gnarlak asked in a bored tone.

"Not really..." the wizard mumbled, lowering his head awkwardly.

"1 Galleon equals 17 Sickles, 1 Sickle equals 29 Knuts. You have five pounds for exchange. That equals one Galleon at the current exchange rate," he slightly impatiently enlightened the young wizard.

"Thank you, Mr. Gnarlak!" Reddle said eagerly, smiling like the most ordinary child.

"Here's your money, Mr. Thomas," the goblin said without emotion, as if he conjured a golden Galleon out of thin air. The Galleon then floated from his clawed hand towards the young wizard.

Tom grabbed the golden Galleon and promptly stashed it in the pocket under his cloak. He didn't forget to bid the goblin a polite farewell before leaving the bank.

There were no strange greetings, the kind authors of fanfics often loved to write in his previous life.

*****

Reddle stood in front of the bookshop. A cozy green display, showcasing various magical literature, and a two-story building, attracted all travelers in search of knowledge. Especially in the atmosphere of the sun having set completely on the horizon, and the store being illuminated only by magical lamps. An elegant sign on top read "Flourish and Blotts."

This was the most important place he wanted to visit, the temple of wizard knowledge. He was eager to learn more about the magical world. If it weren't for Tom's desire to explore the bank and the pub, he would have come here right away. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait in line. It seemed that there weren't many wizards in the bank at the time, whom he didn't even pay much attention to.

Bells rang as Tom stepped into the bookstore. The interior also evoked pleasant feelings of solitude and silence. High wooden shelves held an unimaginable number of books, and the room was larger on the inside than it appeared from the outside. In the middle of the bookstore was a beautiful red staircase leading to the second floor. There weren't many customers inside, probably because it was already evening.

"Welcome to Flourish and Blotts. How may I assist you?" a polite, somewhat soft-spoken young man's voice interrupted Tom's contemplation of the bookstore. He was a blue-eyed brunette who looked to be in his early twenties.

"Good evening. My mother stepped out briefly for errands and sent me here to wait for her. She allowed me to purchase some books. Please, help me with finding the literature I need," Tom politely said, turning towards him with a smile.

"Of course, I'll help with whatever I can, sir," the shopkeeper said, his voice tinged with slight surprise. He didn't delve into unnecessary questions; that wasn't his business. The most important thing was that this was a customer, and the rest didn't matter. In their world, this was a quite common occurrence. The boy was likely from some wealthy aristocratic family. He definitely had a cartload of hidden protective artifacts. Besides, apart from an invisible Elf, of which he had been warned by the security charms, he, like any wizard-born, had long ceased to react passionately to the happenings in the magical world. "Please follow me," he continued. "My name is Robert, and I'll be glad to assist you."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Robert. I'm Thomas," the boy replied.

***

Tom sat in a comfortable chair on the second floor with a magical catalog in hand, which greatly facilitated the search for the desired books. There were different categories, virtually anything one's heart desired.

Reddle looked with great interest at every detail in this magical catalog. It was silver and black with the shop's gold logo on the cover. The animated pages displayed illustrations of moving books, along with their publication dates and authors.

Only after about half an hour, he completed his selection of books. The glowing inscription "choose" and "purchase" appeared on the catalog. Soon after Tom tapped the second option, all the selected books levitated from the large shelves and descended directly onto the table.

"History of Magic" by Bathilda Bagshot.

"1000 Magical Plants and Fungi" by Phyllida Spore.

"Curse Breaker's Handbook" by Miranda Gossack.

"Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection" by Quentin Trimble.

"Runes Dictionary" by Iskander Bounds.

"Theory of Magic" by Ethan Potter.

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" by Newt Scamander.

"Transfiguration for Beginners" by Emerick Switch.

"Translation of Ancient Runes" by Signus Black.

"Brewing Basics" by Edward Prince.

"Magical Potions and Elixirs" by Zieg Myszakoff.

"Standard Textbooks for Years 1-7."

"History of House Elves" by Kitniss Hox.

"Magical Etiquette" by Scorpius Malfoy.

"History of Hogwarts" by Iliad Goyle.

"Easy Rituals for Beginners" by Oscar Burke.

"The Laws of Magical Britain" by Antalya Greengrass.

"Aristocratic Families of Great Britain" by Luceris Lestrange.

"Magical Concentrators: Chronicles of Creation" by Robert Ollivander.

"Numerology and Grammar" by Silas Davis.

"Wizarding Astronomy" by Jane Lynch.

"Traditions of the Magical World" by Derek Selwyn.

"Young Healer" by Dominik Mungo.

"Alchemy for Beginners" by Nicholas Garda.

"All About Magical Gifts" by Magne Saer.

"Classification of Wizards" by Ursula DuBois.

"Familiars" by Cortes Elidor.

"For a start, this will be enough. I won't have enough galleons for more literature anyway. It seems that books here are by no means a cheap pleasure."

Unfortunately, there were no books on "Legilimency" or "Occlumency." It looked like finding such books wasn't easy, or perhaps it was illegal. He needed to be more careful in his search; he didn't want to accidentally earn a one-way ticket to Azkaban with Dementors.

Descending the staircase with levitated books behind him, Tom headed to the cashier to pay for his purchases. There, he settled the bill with a sweet elderly saleswoman who kindly shrank his books, reminding him that they would return to their original size in a couple of hours. In the end, his purchases cost him twenty-five galleons and two knuts.

Naturally, in such a large shop, only one person couldn't be managing it all, and other customers were also being served elsewhere.

What astonished him was the demonstration of wandless magic by the cashier. She silently snapped her fingers, and the books shrank. 

This led him to realize that magic could be performed without wands here. By the way, Tom didn't see any wizards using wands. Although, it might be forbidden to do so in the streets or simply not customary.

"Are you absolutely sure you're not interested in a suitcase like the famous Newt Scamander's?" the wizard selling magical suitcases asked once again.

"No, this will be enough," Tom politely replied, not realizing how many times he had repeated himself. He was eager to leave the shop.

Tom understood that he needed to buy a magical suitcase. Firstly, it would be highly inconvenient to carry everything with him all the time. Secondly, it wouldn't hurt to have one. He settled on a suitcase with a combination of dark brown and slightly faded cream shades.

Admittedly, the price of the Magizoologist's famous suitcase startled the boy, despite the salesman's persistence. It wasn't that Tom was stingy; he simply couldn't afford it at the moment. The money he had "legalized" wouldn't cover the cost.

The chosen suitcase had a couple of interesting features with multiple compartments that justified its price. The first section served as a stasis pantry for ingredients and potions, with temperature regulation to ensure they never spoiled. The second was a spacious shelf that could house Tom's own library with a built-in search function for the added literature. The third acted as an expansive wardrobe for clothing and personal hygiene items. The fourth could transform into a working desk with all the necessary amenities for work or study. The fifth served as a storage space for miscellaneous items, with an additional hidden compartment acting as a safe.

Of course, there was a security system consisting of a standard voice password and a digital one. However, you could add more features for an extra fee.

For example, protection from thieves. Any would-be thief trying to rob you would receive a paralyzing electric shock.

Or magical alarms that would alert you to any intrusion attempts from anywhere.

Blood-binding would prevent others from tampering with the suitcase in any way, except for its destruction.

The ability to telepathically teleport the suitcase to yourself from almost anywhere in the world, except for places like Hogwarts.

Protection against fire, water, wear and tear, and physical damage was already present but not as strong as additional enchantments. Even the hellfire couldn't withstand it, as the salesman said, but it was sufficient.

The boy decided to install all the above-mentioned additions, and it took less than twenty minutes. The final amount came to thirty-five galleons, which seemed a fair price.

"Come again..." the shopkeeper's voice echoed behind Tom as he quickly left the shop with his new suitcase in hand.

***

A violet glass window displayed moving mannequins demonstrating the shop's products. The bright sign above the storefront read:

"Madam Malkin's" 

"Clothing for All Occasions"

A massive wooden door with glass panels invited shoppers inside. The circular interior primarily featured shades of violet or purple. This color scheme wasn't even irritating to the eyes.

Various fabrics and magical accessories were neatly arranged throughout the shop.

"No, and no again!" a middle-aged red-haired woman with green eyes firmly stated, indignant that someone dared to question her taste in clothing.

"I appreciate your help, but could you please hurry?" Tom muttered wearily, standing in the middle of the large mirrors.

For over an hour, this monster in human form had been trying the young wizard with various pieces of clothing, and all he wanted was to quickly update his current wardrobe with something more decent. Little did he know it would be so tiresome and time-consuming.

He had purchased so much different clothing – shirts, pants, T-shirts, underwear, socks, and a couple of suits with several pairs of different shoes – that it would last him until he was twelve. Given the magical enchantments these clothes had, it was entirely possible.

The charms against wear and tear, charms to repel dirt, sweat, odors, charms that adjusted to body size, and charms against minor hexes were all part of this wardrobe.

The way the wizards valued comfort in everything was immediately evident, and Tom found it quite appealing.

"Come on, just a bit more, and you can be free, Mr. Thomas," the shop assistant giggled, looking at the exhausted face of her young customer.

Nobody could have guessed how much he envied the sleeping Nagaina in Altariel's arms right now.

He didn't forget to buy clothes for the elf, although it was challenging. Altariel simply didn't want to cooperate, so Tom had to issue a stern order. Eventually, she chose a couple of casual outfits and footwear.

The shop assistant's complete lack of reaction to the fact that Altariel was a house-elf made it clear that it didn't bother her much.

But the most unfair thing that happened to him in this shop was the fact that Altariel didn't have to spend as much time in front of the mirror. It took her no more than twenty minutes!

He'd be having nightmares about those flying fabrics with measuring tapes for a long time.

"Goodbye, come back anytime. I'm always ready to help you with your clothing choices," the shop assistant said with a smile, causing her customer to flinch slightly before quickly packing his purchases into the suitcase and leaving the shop.

Cruella Malkin, as she was named, hoped she hadn't scared her customer away with her playful nature. She often did things she later regretted. But the witch was quite satisfied today; she had earned a decent amount of galleons.

***

A cozy white building with large panoramic windows. Above, there was a massive, brightly lit ice cream sign. 

Florian Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor

The interior was decorated in light colors with a beige touch.

Tom sat on a comfortable soft chair. He ordered the ice cream that always tasted like your mood. Though it had a slight hint of weariness, it was incredibly delicious. It wasn't for nothing that it was called magical ice cream. How else could you express the taste of fatigue?

Altariel, sitting next to Nagaina on his lap, apparently chose not to take any risks and ordered the most common chocolate parfait with a sprinkle of fairy dust. The snake had eaten her fill at home and seemed uninterested in any further indulgence.

The house-elf was tired of being invisible, and there didn't seem to be any point in it anymore. Almost every place in this magical world had charms to detect house-elves. Even so, Tom couldn't help but notice that some people were still giving them peculiar glances, probably because he was sitting with Altariel.

All three of them were incredibly tired, and they were unaware of the time difference between the magical and non-magical worlds. Redd knew that they probably wouldn't have time to visit all the places they had planned today.

"Let's eat our ice cream quickly, and then we should visit one more little shop before heading home," he said, while gently stroking Nagaina, who had crawled onto his lap.

It was slightly unusual that nobody reacted to his partner in any way. It appeared that in this world, such occurrences were quite normal.

The trio of magical world explorers remained in the café for a while longer, enjoying a few more servings of unusual ice cream before leaving the establishment.

***

Bright stars in the sky and numerous magical owls flying overhead, delivering letters. The hustle and bustle of wizards filled the nighttime alley.

It seemed like the number of people was increasing rather than diminishing. The Diagon Alley was even more enchanting at night. The bright lights from the shops, the diverse and lively music emanating from different establishments created a unique atmosphere. Unlike the non-magical world, which still bore the weight of the aftermath of the war, there was nothing like it in the wizarding world.

They reached the center of the square. There stood an enormous white fountain, from which various dancing magical figures, made of water, emerged.

"Master, it's so beautiful!" Altariel's voice was entranced as she watched the scene in front of her.

"I can't disagree with you," Tom whispered, looking at the silhouettes of people dancing a waltz. The spectacle was truly enchanting.

"Enough. Let's hurry to the artifact shop, or we'll be late," he said, abruptly turning and heading toward the store.

As Tom looked back at the fountain, he failed to notice that he had collided with a passing stranger, a middle-aged man, who almost knocked the young wizard off his feet. Tom merely scowled at the stranger's carelessness and, nursing his bruised shoulder, quickly moved away.

The man, on the other hand, looked mysteriously after the trio, crouching down to pick up a pair of Muggle wristwatches that had fallen unnoticed from Tom's pocket.