Vol 2 Chapter 1111:

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"Oh, of course...and the attraction of girls," George suddenly appeared beside them again. "But we won't sell it to our sister," he added, suddenly becoming very strict. "She has already made five boyfriends, according to our--"
"Whatever you hear from Ron, it's a big lie," Ginny said calmly, as if all of this was Ron's malicious and serious injury to her.
While talking, she leaned over and took a small pink jar from the shelf. "what is this?"
"Ten seconds to ensure acne remover," Fred said. "A good deal of acne from boils to blackheads, but don't change the subject. Have you dated a boy named Dean Thomas now?"
"Yeah, I did," Ginny said, and glanced at Ron and Harry in the distance. It was obvious that Ginny didn't have a cold for both informants and those who were concerned.
"And the last time I saw him, he was still one boy instead of five. What are those?"
Ginny pointed to some hairy in the shades of pink and purple. They all rolled around at the bottom of a cage and screamed loudly. "Dwarf puffball," George said. "Miniature fleece, we two are not feeding fast enough. So what's the matter with Michael Kona?"
"I dumped him, he was a terrible loser," Ginny put a finger into the cage and watched the dwarf puffball gather around it. "They are so cute!"
"They are really popular," Fred admitted. "But you changed boyfriends too fast, right?"
Ginny turned around and stared at him with arms akimbo, a vivid Mrs. Weasley... well, Mrs. Weasley when she was young...
But to Fanlin’s surprise, Fred didn’t even back down and stubbornly rigid his little sister. This was absolutely something Fanlin could not have imagined before. At Weasley’s, Ginny’s status is second only to Wei. Mr. Sley, and to some extent, even Mr. Weasley has to stand aside.
It is worth mentioning that this situation should be called everyday in Weasley’s house. If you have four or five brothers and sisters, you should be able to experience it, but the worst thing is, whether it is Hermione or Fanlin There was only one baby in the family, and then he had Hogwarts abducted to become a wizard. It was said that Fanlin always thought that Mr. Al might be looking for one. Fortunately, it didn't seem to matter to him...
"It's none of your business! And, thank you," Ginny angrily turned to Ron, who had just walked over. He just appeared next to George with a bunch of merchandise, "Thank you for not editing these two guys. My story! Maybe we can talk about it when we get home!"
"What are you talking about?" Ron looked confused, holding tightly in his hands the pile of little toys that didn't seem very successful in Fanlin...
Well, for the things placed outside, apart from using toys to describe it, it is difficult for Fanlin to find a better adjective...
"What are you talking about?" Ginny raised her volume, as if she was about to explode, but then Ginny resisted, "I hope you can be so calm then."
"Oh, of course!" Ron said nonchalantly, "not to mention, these things..."
"Oh, three golden gallons, nine silver sikes and one copper nat," Fred checked the box in Ron's hand. "So, pay so you can get them, Ron."
"Hey, is there any mistake, I am your brother!"
"Oh, that's it..." Fred pretended to think about it, "but you are taking our goods... In that case, let me give you a cost price, just three gold gallons and nine silver scots. , Forget that one Nat."
"But I don't have three gold gallons and nine silver sikes!"
"Then you'd better put them all back. If you don't mind, please put them back on their original shelves." Ron threw a few boxes to the ground, cursing and making a rude gesture at Fred, unfortunately Yes, this action was watched by Mrs. Weasley who came in just then.
"If I see you do that again, I'll use a spell to stick your fingers together." She said harshly.
"Mom, can I buy a dwarf puff pastel?" Ginny said quickly.
"A what?" Mrs. Weasley said alertly. "Look, how cute they are..." Mrs. Weasley walked over to look at the dwarf Puffy, and Harry, Fanlin and Hermione immediately saw the window that had been blocked. Draco Malfoy was walking hurriedly down the street alone. He turned his head and glanced as he passed the Weasley's Witchcraft Shop. After a few seconds, he disappeared from the window.
"I'm wondering where his mother is?" Harry frowned.
"It looks like he was dumped." Fanlin said. But this is really rare in Draco's body, to get rid of Narcissa, this is almost something Draco would not do in Fanlin's view.
"But why?" Hermione said. Harry said nothing; he was thinking hard. Narcissa Malfoy would not want her precious son to leave her sight; it must have taken Malfoy a while to get rid of his mother's control.
With Harry's knowledge and dislike of Malfoy, he believed that Malfoy would definitely not be doing good things. He looked around. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were bending over to look at the dwarf puffball.
Mr. Weasley was happily checking a pack of Muggle-marked playing cards, and Fred and George were greeting customers. Outside the window Hagrid was standing with his back to them, staring at the street carefully, while Ron was entangled with Fred and George beside him.
"We can go out and have a look." Fanlin said, "Harry, do you have a cloak?"
"Oh, yes, of course." Harry said, "right here..."
"Come down here, hurry up," Harry took the invisibility cloak out of his bag.
"Oh...I don't know, Harry," Hermione looked at Mrs. Weasley hesitantly.
"Come on." Fanlin said, pulling a handful of girls. "It's nothing, Hermione, or do you think one or two Death Eaters can knock us down? I'll protect you..."
"No, I mean...oh, okay..." She hesitated for another moment, then squatted down and hid under the cloak with Harry and Fanlin.
In fact, no one noticed that they disappeared, not even Ron...
Everyone was attracted by Fred and George's products. Harry, Fanlin and Hermione squeezed the door as fast as they could, but when they managed to get to the street, Malfoy had already disappeared as well.
"He went over there," Harry whispered as much as possible so that Hagrid, who was humming a minor tune, could not hear them.
"Let's go." Fanlin said, judging the approximate direction...
They walked in a hurry, staring at the doors and windows of shops until Hermione pointed to the front.
"He is there, right?" she whispered.
"Turn left?"
"What a surprise," Hermione whispered. Malfoy looked around at this moment, and slipped into Knockdown Alley and disappeared.
"Quickly, or you won't be able to keep up with him." Harry quickened his pace.
"Our feet are going to be seen!" Hermione said anxiously, the cloak floating around their ankle; it is not so easy for all three of them to hide under the cloak nowadays.
"It's okay," Harry said nonchalantly, "Hurry up!"
But Knockturn Alley, this alley full of black magic, is now deserted. They passed the shop and looked inside, but none of them were patronized. Harry suspected that in such a dangerous and suspicious time, no one would dare to buy dark magic items—or at least be found to buy them. Hermione pinched Harry's arm hard.
"Ouch!"
"Shh! Look! He's there!" she whispered to Harry. They had reached the only shop Harry had ever visited in Knockdown Alley: Bojin-Bok, which sold all kinds of evil objects. Among the boxes full of skulls and old bottles, Draco Malfoy stood with his back to them, next to him was like the cabinet where Harry had hidden in order to avoid the Malfoy father and son. Judging from Malfoy's waving hand, he was talking fiercely. Mr. Borkin, the owner of the store, faced Malfoy, a hunched man with greasy hair. At this moment, there was a strange expression of hatred and fear on his face.
"If only we could hear what they were talking about," Hermione said.
"Of course we can!" Fanlin said with a smile. "Wait... Damn..."
Fanlin threw down a few useless boxes, Fred had already given him part of the product, and Fanlin remembered that they had what they needed...
Find the biggest one.
"Stretch ears, look!"
"It's wonderful!" Hermione said, and Fan Lin said, untying the long flesh-colored strings and putting them under the door. "Oh, I hope the door hasn't been chanted the anti-disturbance curse..."
"No!" Fanlin said happily. "Listen!" They put their heads together and listened intently to this end of the string. Malfoy's voice was loud and clear, just like listening to the radio.
"...Do you know how to fix it?"
"Maybe," Borgin admitted reluctantly, "but I need to see it. Why didn't you bring it over?"
"I can't bring it," Malfoy said. "It must stay where it is. I just need you to tell me how to do it."
Fanlin saw Borgin licking his lips nervously. For some reason, someone who could threaten Lucius appeared weak in front of Draco...
It seems that Malfoy has done something for Voldemort again, and he is punishing the Lucius family, so...
"But, without seeing it, I must say this is too difficult, maybe impossible. I can't guarantee anything."
"Is there no way?" Malfoy said, and Harry could hear him sneer in his tone. "Maybe this will make you more confident." He walked to Bogin, his body blocked by the cabinet. Harry, Fanlin, and Hermione moved aside to see him, but they could only see Borgin, and he looked very scared.
"If you dare to tell anyone," Malfoy said, "you will get retribution. Do you know Finley Greyback? He is a good friend, and he will visit you over and over again to make sure you pay 100% attention to this issue. "
"It's not necessary--" the owner of the Bojinbok store said with some trepidation, his voice raised, which made Fanlin feel a little harsh...
"It's up to me," Malfoy said. "Well, I'd better go. Don't forget to hide that one, I want it."
"Maybe you take it away now?"
"No, of course I won't, you idiot, what did I look like holding this thing on the street? You just don't sell it."
"Of course not... sir." Bojin bowed deeply, and Fanlin had only seen him bow to Lucius Malfoy as deeply.
Voldemort's support for Draco was beyond imagination. Otherwise, even Malfoy would not be respected by Bokin's boss, just like his father.
Draco was like a triumphant kid now, at least in the eyes of other Death Eaters, Draco was valued by the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord admired him very much.
In the eyes of the Malfoy family, after knowing the reasons for all this, the more beautiful Draco is now, the more painful Malfoy will be.
He still doesn't know what task he is going to perform...
"Don't mention this to anyone, Bogin, including my mother, understand?"
"That's natural, natural," Borkin muttered, bowing again. Then, the doorbell jingled, and Malfoy just walked out with his head up, looking contented. He passed Harry, Fanlin and Hermione so close that even the cloak floated on their knees.
In the shop, Borkin was still frozen, the attentive smile on his face disappeared; he looked troubled.
"What are they talking about?" Harry asked softly, watching Fanlin curl up the telescopic ears.
"I don't know," Fanlin was thinking hard. "What does he want to fix... and also want to store something in the store... Have you seen what he meant when he said "that one"?"
"No, he was blocked by the cabinet..."
"You two stay here." Hermione whispered. "You have to—?" But Hermione had already emerged from under the cloak. She trimmed her hair to the reflection of the window glass, then strode into the store and rang the doorbell again.
Fanlin quickly put the telescopic ears under the door and handed a string to Harry.
Hermione trimmed her hair to the reflection of the window glass, then strode into the store and rang the doorbell again. Fanlin quickly put the telescopic ears under the door and handed a string to Harry.
"Hello, the weather is terrible in the morning, isn't it?" Hermione greeted Borkin happily, who did not answer, but looked at her suspiciously. Hermione was humming happily while wandering among the chaotic objects.
"Is this necklace for sale?" She stopped next to a glass box and asked.
"If you have a thousand and five hundred gallons," Borkin said coldly. "Oh-uh-no, I didn't bring that much money," Hermione continued. "So...what about this cute-huh-skull?"
"Garon."
"So this is for sale? Isn't it... it's for someone to keep?" Borkin looked at her sideways~EbookFREE.me~ which made Harry feel uncomfortable, thinking he had guessed Hermione’s Intent too.
He looked at Fanlin next to him, but Fanlin didn't care about Hermione anymore...
The boss who stumped the Bokimbock store would kill Hermione?
This is a joke.
But it was obvious that Hermione also felt too hesitating, because she suddenly spoke rashly. "It's like this, that-uh-the boy who was here just now, Draco Malfoy, um, a friend of mine, I want to give him a birthday present, but if he has already booked it here Something, I don’t want to give him the same thing, so... uh..."
This is really a crappy story. Fanlin looked helplessly at his girlfriend. Perhaps Hermione would smooth out the lie only when he treated Umbridge, but in the face of Bojin, it was obvious that Bojin did the same. miss you.
"Get out," he screamed. "Get out!"
Without waiting for him to say anything, Hermione escaped from the shop under his chase. The doorbell rang again, and Bojin slammed the store door behind her and hung up the "Closed" sign.
"Oh, it's great, I mean, it's great, Hermione, it's just the way to choose..."
"Or you go, my heroic Mr. Harry Potter." Hermione glared dissatisfiedly at Harry's face, seeming to consider whether to give Harry twice.
"But, they know me... and Fanlin..." Harry thought for a moment, and dragged Fanlin into the water to deal with Hermione. Obviously, Harry had basically mastered the method.
"..." Fanlin looked at Harry speechlessly. This was definitely learned from Fred and George, but Malfoy's approach was still very interesting.
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