Vol 2 Chapter 1109:

Diagon Alley has changed. It was almost the same as when Fanlin's holiday just started, but it became even more desolate.
The bright windows that originally contained spell books, potion ingredients, and cauldrons were invisible, and large Ministry posters were pasted on them. Most of the dim, purple posters are magnified safety advice, which is exactly what the Ministry of Magic’s pamphlet is for this summer, but there are also huge moving black and white photographs with known fugitives printed on them. Death Eater. Bellatrix Lestrange was sneering on the windowpane of the nearest drugstore.
The glass of several shops was nailed up with boards, including the Florin cold drink shop. On the other hand, many tattered stalls popped up along the roadside. The most recent one with a striped awning is placed at the entrance of Lihen Bookstore, with a piece of cardboard nailed in front of it, and it says: Amulet: Effective defense against werewolves, dementors and Yin Fei
A shabby wizard was chattering to every passerby the silver markers strung together in his arms. "Come one for your little girl, madam?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>
He yelled at Mrs. Weasley, staring at Ginny somewhat maliciously. "Protect her beautiful neck?"
"If I'm at work..." Mr. Weasley stared at the amulet dealer angrily. Never underestimate the anger in the heart of a righteous law enforcer at this moment. In Fanlin's eyes, Mr. Weasley did not intend to let it go. This hawker.
"Yes, but don't arrest anyone now, honey, we are busy," Mrs. Weasley was nervously reading a list. "I think we'd better go to the Madam Morkin gown specialty store first. Hermione and Fanlin need to think of a new gown. Ron's ankles are almost showing the school gown. You have to buy a new one too, Harry. You grow so fast—come on, everyone keep up—"
"Molly, we don't have to all go to Mrs. Morkin's robe shop," Mr. Weasley said. "Why not let Hagrid go with the three of them. Let's go to Lihen Bookstore to buy their textbooks?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"I don't know," Mrs. Weasley said uneasily, apparently making a painful choice between the desire to end shopping and the gathering of everyone together.
"Hagrid, what do you think--?"
"Don't worry, they will be fine with me, Molly," Hagrid comforted her, waving his hand as big as the lid of a trash can.
Mrs. Weasley didn’t seem to believe this, but she agreed to separate. He, her husband and Ginny hurried to the Lihen Bookstore, while Hagrid took Harry, Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione. I went to Mrs. Morkin's shop.
Harry noticed that many of the pedestrians who passed by them were as rushed and anxious as Mrs. Weasley, no one stopped to talk; the shoppers stayed together closely together, buying theirs intently. thing. It seems that no one is here alone. &1t;i>&1t;/i>
"Perhaps it was crowded when we all went in," they stopped outside the robe shop, and Hagrid bent down and peeked through the window. "I'll be guarding outside, okay?"
So Harry, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione walked into the store together. At first glance, there seemed to be no one in the room, but as soon as they closed the door, a familiar voice came from behind the shelf full of shiny green and blue robes.
"...I'm not a kid anymore, if you don't notice this, mother. I can buy things by myself."
Then there was a gurgling noise, and Harry heard Mrs. Morkin’s voice saying, "Okay, my dear, your mother is too right. No one can walk outside alone now. Is this the same? It’s okay for the child—"
"Look where you pin the pin!" A pale boy appeared behind the shelf. He had a light golden head and a pointed chin. He was wearing a dark green robe with frills and sleeves. With shiny pins. He strode to the mirror to check himself; after a while he saw Harry, Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione standing behind him in the mirror. &1t;i>&1t;/i>
This made him squint his light gray eyes, perhaps because of his disgust and discomfort with the latter, which made his words a bit offensive.
"If you're wondering what you smell, Mom, it's because a mudblood came in," Draco Malfoy said.
"I don't think you need that language!" Mrs. Morkin hurried out from behind the shelf with a tape measure and a magic wand. "I don't want to see the magic wand pulled out in my shop either!" she added hastily, seeing the three boys standing at the door pointing their wands at Malfoy.
Standing behind them, Hermione said softly, "No, no, to be honest, it's not worth it..."
"Okay, it seems you dare to do magic outside the school," Malfoy sneered. "Who made your eyes blue, Granger? I want to offer them flowers."
Fanlin glanced at Hermione's eye sockets. In fact, there were only a few faint traces left, but in order to strike, it was obvious that any change could become Draco's irony weapon. &1t;i>&1t;/i>
If anyone knows their looks best, in Hogwarts, apart from them, there is only Draco.
"Enough!" Madam Morkin shrieked, turning her head to seek support. "Madam—please—"
Narcissa Malfoy walked out slowly from behind the hanger. When she saw Fanlin, Narcissa obviously dodged a bit, but then she returned to normal, but was more alert for Fanlin.
"Put those away," she ignored Fanlin's move to put her wand away, and then said coldly to Harry and Ron. "If you attack my son again, I can guarantee that this will be the last thing you two do."
"Really?" Harry took a step forward, staring at the smooth, arrogant face, which, although pale, still looked like her sister. Harry is not much taller with her now. "Go find some Death Eater friends to kill us, right?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>
Madam Morkin screamed and grabbed her chest tightly.
"Really, you can't criticize her so much—say such a dangerous thing—put down her wand, please!" But Harry didn't put down his wand. Narcissa Malfoy smiled disgustingly.
"I think you have a false sense of safety under Dumbledore's favor, Harry Potter. But Dumbledore can't always protect you." Harry looked around the shop mockingly. "Wow...looks...he's not here now! Why don't you try? They might find you a double room in Azkaban so you can reunite with your husband."
Malfoy rushed towards Harry angrily, but he tripped over his long robe. Ron burst out laughing.
"How dare you talk to my mother like that, Potter!" Malfoy snarled. &1t;i>&1t;/i>
"It's okay, Draco," Narcissa put her slender, white hand on Malfoy's shoulder to stop him. "I guess Potter went first before reuniting with Lucius."
"Lucius hasn't come out yet?" Fanlin was obviously surprised when he heard Narcissa's hungry reaction. "Or, Mrs. Malfoy, do you think..."
"What do I think?"
"Do you think that there is nothing wrong with showing up here now?"
"inappropriate?"
"I mean, even if Lucius is standing here, he won't talk to me like that, let alone, I think you need to discipline your son." Fanlin said unceremoniously, squinting his eyes. Somewhat abnormal Draco.
In fact, at Hogwarts, Draco basically didn't provoke them much. An offense like today is something that has never happened since he was frightened. &1t;i>&1t;/i>
"How dare you talk like this?" Draco drew out his wand angrily, but before everyone else, Narcissa took the lead to press Draco's arm down.
Lucius came out. Although the Ministry of Magic did not report on this point, it cannot hide from Dumbledore's side. It can be said that Voldemort is showing his power to everyone, and at the same time showing everyone. Announcing his return.
This is the default thing, but according to Dumbledore's attitude towards Harry Potter, it is normal for Harry to not know, but this does not include the boy right now.
"What do you want to say?"
"I just think that Draco is a bit..." Fanlin looked at Draco who was uncharacteristically. The familiar pride and indulgence apparently returned to Draco at this moment, which made Fanlin almost have an illusion. When I was in the first grade, I saw Draco for the first time before sorting. &1t;i>&1t;/i>
At that time, Draco's confidence was derived from the surname of Malfoy, derived from Lucius, and looking at what it is now, the Malfoys kept silent about their patriarch. Obviously, Lucius is not well .
The failure of several actions allowed Voldemort to deepen his dissatisfaction with Lucius. Punishment is necessary. Moreover, if Voldemort is allowed to know about Horcruxes, it will definitely be the death of Lucius.
It can be seen from the appearance of Narcissa who is strong and capable. Maybe Voldemort didn't know that Lucius had lost his Horcrux, or he knew that the Malfoy family was not doing well anyway.
Fanlin suddenly remembered something. In an instant, Fanlin probably understood where Draco's confidence came from.
"It's really sad, Mrs. Malfoy, who didn't know about the revenge, but was stunned by some words."&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"I don't know what you are talking about, kid, if you are talking nonsense here..."
"If it was Lucius, he wouldn't think so, so he is a smart person, Mrs. Malfoy, or, Mrs. Narcissa, I think it is necessary for you to go back and talk about it, before making a decision... "
"Don't listen to him, Mom!" Draco obviously couldn't bear Fanlin's cynicism, and raised his wand again, and Harry just raised it higher.
"Think about it...you don't...you will get into big trouble..." Madam Morkin stood in a daze for a while, and then decided to pretend to be as unborn as she hoped. She bent down towards Malfoy who was glaring at Harry.
"I think the sleeve on the left should be raised a little more, honey, just let me—"
He tore off his robe and threw it on the floor at Madame Morkin's feet. "You're right, Draco," Narcissa took a deep breath, then glanced contemptuously at the person in front of her. "Now I know what kind of scum in this room... Let's go to Telfitt. Buy it at the Tartin store."&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"Also, I think you made a mistake, Narcissa!" Fanlin said coldly, "I can hurt him, which means I can..."
Narcissa paused, but came back to her senses in the next two seconds, and then the two of them strode out, and Malfoy slammed Ron hard as he went out.
"Oh, that's true!" said Madam Morkin. She grabbed the robe that had fallen on the ground and put the end of the wand against them like a vacuum cleaner to clean up the dust. Obviously, this was not a result that Madam Morkin could accept. The Death Eaters also struck again on Madam Morkin's heart.
Ollivander has disappeared, maybe the Death Eaters don’t need a tailor to help them...
Mrs. Morkin looked upset when she tailored the three of them. She even gave Hermione the wizard's robe. Finally, when she bowed to send them off, she seemed very happy to see them. The back figure walked out the door. &1t;i>&1t;/i>
"Are you all ready?" Hagrid was pleased to see that they had all returned.
"Almost," Harry said. "Have you seen Malfoy mother and son?"
"Yes," Hagrid said disinterestedly. "But they don't dare to make trouble in Diagon Alley, Harry, leave them alone." Harry and Ron exchanged glances, but before they tried to eliminate Hagrid's false optimism, the Weasleys and King Ni appeared, and they all clutched a heavy bag of books.
"Is everyone okay?" Mrs. Weasley said. "Bought the robe? Okay, so we can check out the herbal medicine store and the Eula Owl store on the way to Fred and George's shop-stay close, now..."
Because Ron and Harry don’t need potions classes anymore, they didn’t buy any medicinal materials~EbookFREE.me~ but they both bought big boxes for Hedwig and Little Pig at the Owl Store Owl nuts. Then, while Mrs. Weasley checked her watch every about a minute or so, she walked deep in Diagon Alley with them, looking for the Weasley’s Witchcraft Shop opened by Fred and George. &1t;i>&1t;/i>
"We really don't have much time," Mrs. Weasley said. "So we can only take a look and go back to the car. Get closer, it's number ninety-two... number ninety-four..."
"Wow," Ron stopped his footsteps. Compared with the gloomy and poster-filled shop doors next to it, the windows of Fred and George's shop caught everyone's eyes, as if they were engaged in a fireworks display. The pedestrians passing by by chance turned around and looked at the window, and some were even shocked. On the left side of the shop window, there are categorized products that attract attention. Some turn, pop, flash, jump, and others scream; Harry's eyes are dazzling.
On the right side of the shop window is a huge poster. The paper is purple like the poster of the Ministry of Magic, but it is written in yellowish words: Why worry about mysterious people? What you should worry about is the secret spirit-the feeling of constipation that holds the whole country!
Everyone except Mrs. Weasley laughed. He heard a faint groan next to him, and turned his head to see Mrs. Weasley staring at the poster dumbly. Her lips moved, and she said the name silently, "Mystery."
"They will be murdered while sleeping!" she said softly.
"No!" Ron said, and he was also laughing. "awesome!"
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