Vol 2 Chapter 1112:

He bypassed Narcissa, and then came to Borkin-Bock’s Magic Shop alone, and made old Borkin fear him. Obviously, Draco was not an obedient child, or he was rushed by Voldemort’s promise. Confused?
Of course, the second possibility is greater.
Voldemort was always very good at these things, bewitching people's hearts, or maybe Draco couldn't figure out the situation?
Kill Dumbledore?
That was something Voldemort hadn't done for more than a decade, let alone a little Draco.
I don’t know if Professor Snape can help Draco and save his life, but seeing Draco look like this, carrying Narcissa on his back to work for Voldemort, I don’t know how long it will take for the Vanishing Cabinet Bokin Time to fix it.
But for Dumbledore, this can only be regarded as a small prank, although in the original situation, Dumbledore died here...
However, for Harry, Malfoy's actions succeeded in attracting Harry's attention.
Harry spent most of the last week of the summer vacation thinking about Malfoy's actions in Knockoff Alley.
What bothered him most was the satisfied look on Malfoy's face when he left the store. Things that make Malfoy so happy are usually not good things. However, what made him a little annoyed was that Fanlin and Hermione didn't seem to be as curious as he was about Malfoy's behavior; or at least, after a few days of continuous discussion, they looked tired.
"Yes, I have agreed that this matter is suspicious, Harry," Hermione said a little impatiently. She was sitting on the window sill in Fred and George's room, stepping on a cardboard box with her feet, and reluctantly lifting her head from her newly bought "Advanced Mowen Translation". This is very rare. In fact, Hermione is busy with the upcoming individual ordinary wizard rank exam, which puts the girl into all the experience, and the time left for Hermione is really short.
"But we all agree that there are many explanations for this matter, right?"
"Maybe he broke his glorious hand," Fanlin said no longer, and found a reason casually. He was studying Fred's improvement plan for the Iron Armor Curse. In fact, Ordinary cloaks are difficult to carry powerful spells...
"Oh, yes, remember his crumpled arm?" Hermione also remembered that arm, she saw when she went in, a hand bone, a typical black magic item.
"But what's the matter with him saying,'Don't forget to hide that one'?" Harry asked countless times. "It sounds like Borgin has one more thing, and Malfoy wants both."
"Do you think so?" Ron continued, trying to scrape off the mud from his flying broomstick. Ron was still very interested at first, although he complained that they didn't bring him with him, but after understanding the whole process, Ron really didn't have the energy to explore what Malfoy had hidden in the Borgin store... …
"Yes," Harry said. Seeing that neither Fanlin nor Hermione responded, he said again, "Malfoy's father has entered Azkaban. Don't you think Malfoy will get revenge?"
Ron raised his head and blinked. "Malfoy, revenge? What can he do?"
"That's what I mean, I don't know what he will do!" Harry said somewhat disappointed. "But he must have some plans. I think we should take this seriously. His father is a Death Eater, and..."
Harry stopped, eyes fixed on the window behind Hermione, mouth open. He suddenly had an amazing idea.
"Harry?" Hermione said worriedly. "what happened to you?"
"Your scar won't start to hurt again?" Ron asked nervously. "He went to be a Death Eater," Harry said slowly. He replaced his father and became a Death Eater! "
Everyone said nothing, and then Ron burst into laughter. "Malfoy? He's only sixteen, Harry! Do you think the mysterious man will let Malfoy join?"
"It seems impossible, Harry," Hermione said with a smile, "What makes you think--?"
"In Mrs. Morkin's shop. Mrs. Morkin didn't touch him at all, but when she was about to roll up his sleeves, Malfoy yelled and fought his arm free. That was his left arm. There must be a dark mark on it."
"It's not impossible." Fanlin glanced at Harry, but then buried his head in it again. Malfoy would become a Death Eater, but it didn't make any difference, but Fanlin was surprised that Harry could Some facts are revealed through clues, but it is useless.
"Do you agree?"
"Oh, I don't know, but it has no effect, Harry," Fanlin said. "Even if he becomes a Death Eater, it is his own choice."
"This..." Ron sounded completely distrustful of Fanlin's words.
"Perhaps, I think he just wants to leave there, Harry," Hermione said.
"He showed Borgin something we didn't see," Harry insisted stubbornly. "One thing that scared Bojin. It must be the Dark Mark, I know-he wants Bojin to know who he is dealing with. You see how serious Bojin is taking him!"
Hermione looked up at Fanlin, but the latter had no interest in this matter.
"I'm not sure, Harry..." Hermione said uncertainly.
"Yeah, I still don't think the mysterious person will let Malfoy join..." Ron agreed.
Harry was very angry, but absolutely sure he was right, he picked up a lot of dirty Quidditch shirts and left the room; Weasley had been urging them not to wash clothes and ask for them these days. The prepared packages are kept until the day of school.
When he walked to the door, he and Ginny ran into full arms, she was returning to the room with a pile of freshly washed clothes. "I really shouldn't have gone to the kitchen just now," she warned him, "there is a lot of'puss' there."
"I'll be careful not to touch it." Harry smiled. Unsurprisingly, when he walked into the kitchen, he saw Fleur sitting at the dining table, eloquently talking about her and Bill’s wedding plans, while Mrs. Weasley was guarding a pile of bean sprouts that were peeling herself, looking temperamental. not too good.
"...Bill and I almost decided that as long as there are two bridesmaids, Ginny and Gabriel will be very cute standing together. I'm considering letting them wear light golden dresses-pink and gold Ni’s head will match badly—"
"Ah, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley interrupted Fleur's tirade loudly. "Great, I'm just about to tell you about the arrangements for safety protection on the road to Hogwarts tomorrow. We borrowed a special car from the Ministry of Magic and the Aurors will wait at the train station—"
"Will Tonks go there too?" Harry asked, passing his Quidditch robe. "No, I don't think so, Arthur said she was arranged to go to another place."
"She is going by herself, Tonks," Fleur said thoughtfully, examining her beautiful image on the back of the tea spoon. "Let me say, this is really a big mistake..."
"Yes, thank you," Mrs. Weasley interrupted Fleur again sharply. "You better go on, Harry, if possible, I hope you can pack all your luggage tonight so we can There will be no more last-minute chaos like before."
In fact, their coming out the next morning was much smoother than before. When the Ministry of Magic’s special car drove to the Burrow’s yard, the boxes were already packed. Hermione’s pet cat Crookshanks was staying safely in its travel basket. Hedwig, Ron’s Owl Pig and Kim Ni's newly bought purple dwarf poultice, Arnold, are all packed in a cage.
"Goodbye, Fanlin," Furong said in a deep guttural voice, and then she wanted a goodbye kiss, but considering Hermione's thoughts, Fanlin felt that it would be safer to retract her feet from the edge of temptation.
However, in compensation, she kissed Harry as a goodbye.
However, when Ron rushed forward hopefully, Ginny stretched out his feet and stirred Ron, causing him to fall on all fours in the mud near Furong's feet. Ron was embarrassed and annoyed, and got into the car covered in mud without saying goodbye.
It was not the cheerful Hagrid who picked them up at Kings Cross Station. He was replaced by two Aurors with sullen faces and beards. As soon as their car stopped, the two men in dark Muggle suits greeted him, holding everyone one by one towards the station. Go without saying a word on the way.
"Quickly, quickly, through that wall," Mrs. Weasley seemed to be flustered by the rigorous efficiency. "Harry had better be the first to go, followed by—" She looked at one of the Aurors questioningly. He nodded briefly, grabbed Harry by the arm, and tried to pull him towards the nine and ten. The retaining wall between the platforms.
"I can walk, thank you," Harry said grumpily, freeing his arm from the Auror. He pushed his cart against the solid wall, ignoring the non-verbal companions. After a second, he realized that he was standing on platform nine and three-quarters, heading for Hogwarts' bright red The color train is stopping in the crowd, spraying steam. Then the Weasleys also came over.
Regardless of asking for the permission of the stern Auror behind him, Harry gestured to several people to follow him to the platform to find out if there was an empty car.
"We can't, Harry," Hermione said sorry. "Ron and I have to report to the prefect car first, and then do some patrols in the corridor. And Fanlin also, he is..."
"Oh yes, I forgot," Harry said.
"You better get in the car directly, everyone, there are only a few minutes left," Mrs. Weasley said as she checked her watch. "I wish you a happy school year, Ron..."
"Mr. Weasley, can I just say a few words to you?" Harry suddenly made up his mind and said to Mr. Weasley.
"Of course," Mr. Weasley said. He seemed a little surprised, but he followed Harry to a corner that no one could hear. Harry considered it carefully, and finally he came to the conclusion that if he wanted to tell anyone about it, Mr. Weasley would be the most suitable person; first, he worked in the Ministry of Magic so that he could do further The investigation, and secondly, he felt that Mr. Weasley was unlikely to be furious. As they walked away, he saw Mrs. Weasley and the stern Auror looking at them both suspiciously.
"The day we were in Diagon Alley—" Harry said, but Mr. Weasley made a face and said first.
"Am I about to be told that you, Fanlin and Hermione should have stayed in Fred and George's shop, where did the three of you go missing?"
"How are you—?"
"Harry, please. You are talking to the man who raised Fred and George."
"Uh... yes, well, we were not in the back room."
"Very well, then, let's hear the worst." "Well, we followed Draco Malfoy all the way. I used my invisibility cloak."
"Did you do this because of a special reason, or was it just a whim?"
"Because I think Malfoy has some conspiracy," Harry continued, ignoring Mr. Weasley's angry and interested expression. "He dumped his mother. I want to know what he is going to do."
"Of course you would think so," Mr. Weasley said following him. "So? Did you find the reason?"
"He went to the Borkin-Bock shop," Harry said. "He threatened the guy named Borkin to help him fix one thing. He also wanted Borkin to help him keep another thing. Judging from his words It seems that the thing is the same as the thing that needs repair. It seems to be a pair. And..." Harry took a deep breath. "One more thing. When we found that Mrs. Morkin tried to touch his left arm, he jumped up high. I think his arm has been printed with the Dark Mark~EbookFREE.me~ I think he has replaced him. His father became a Death Eater."
Mr. Weasley looked startled. After a while he said, "Harry, I wonder if the mysterious man will allow a sixteen-year-old—"
"Does anyone know what the mysterious person will do and won't do?" Harry asked angrily. "Mr. Weasley, I’m sorry, but isn’t this worth investigating? If Malfoy wants to fix something and he needs to threaten Bogin to do it, then it must be something dark magic or dangerous, no ?"
"To be honest, I still don't believe it, Harry," Mr. Weasley said slowly. "You know, we searched Lucius Malfoy's house when he was arrested. We took away all possible dangerous goods."
"I think you might have missed something," Harry said stubbornly.
"Ah, maybe," Mr. Weasley said, but Harry could hear that Mr. Weasley was just accommodating him. The sirens sounded behind them; almost everyone had already boarded the train, and the doors had to be closed.
"You better hurry up," Mr. Weasley said, when Mrs. Weasley shouted at him, "Harry, hurry up!" He hurried over to the train, and the Weasleys helped him The luggage was moved up.
"Well, my dear, you will come to us at Christmas. You have already confirmed with Dumbledore, so we will meet again soon," Mrs. Weasley said through the window, while Harry Close the door behind him, and the train has started.
"Be sure to take care of yourself--" The train began to increase.
"--Behave well, and--" She was already jogging with the train. "--be careful!"
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