There were cardboard boxes everywhere. Stacks upon stacks lined the shelves that made up the walls of what could only have been a supply closet, and there were still a number of boxes which were tossed onto the ground because they couldn't fit on the crowded racks. One of the boxes was half open, and red covers caught the light from the single bulb illuminating the room in just the right way, drawing the only occupant of the closet to them.
Harry carefully eased open the second flap and looked down. It was the book the man had mentioned earlier—How to Train Your Pokemon Team—and had "Ages: 8-10" printed in a giant circle on the lower right of the cover. Harry flipped through the book—there were pages and pages of Pokemon just as his pilfered books had, but unlike them these had Pokemon smiling and playing and posing with humans. It was more than Harry could have ever imagined.
He glanced at the other boxes, but the rest were sealed with a clear tape that would make any attempts at opening them obvious. He turned back to the open box. There were stacks more of the training book. He listened for footsteps but heard none. He looked at the book again. There were 10 chapters. Were 10 chapters of an 'Okoku' book good enough to risk getting caught?
Five minutes later Harry, empty handed, nodded to the librarian as he left the establishment. Immediately after leaving the building he dashed to its side, looking up and down the building's wall until he found a half-open small window, the kind that were always in bathrooms, before diving into the bushes the lined the edge of the library until at last he pulled a book, barely damaged, from the twigs.
It had a shiny red cover.