He looked around carefully to see that he was alone. Then cast a few spells to check again. In their world, walls didn’t just have ears, but eyes too.
Satisfied that he was well-cloaked from any magical surveillance, he walked up to the wall, and started counting the bricks. 44th from the left, 23rd from the top. He could have located it in his sleep, not that he would ever be so careless as to attempt that.
He took out his wand and tapped the brick thrice, chanting a different spell each time. As soon as he finished saying out the third spell, there was a small rumbling sound, and the brick slid out.

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