Chapter 1109

Diagon Alley had changed. It was much the same as it had been when the Flintling holiday had begun, only more desolate.

Instead of the bright windows that had once displayed spell books, potion ingredients, and cauldrons, large Ministry of Magic posters had been posted above them. Most of the dim, purple posters were blown-up safety tips from the pamphlets the Ministry had distributed this summer, but some were large, animated black-and-white photographs of known Death Eaters on the run. Bellatrix Lestrange was sneering at the window of the nearest pharmacy.

The windows of several shops had been boarded up, including Florin's Cold Drinks. Meanwhile, a number of shabby stalls had popped up along the roadside. The nearest one had a striped awning over the door of Flourish and Blotts, with a piece of cardboard nailed to the front that read: Amulet: Effective defense against werewolves, dementors, and infernals

A ragged wizard was chattering away at every passerby, selling the silver tokens on a chain that he held in his arms. "Give one to your little girl, ma'am?" He yelled at Mrs. Weasley, staring at Ginny with some ill intentions. "Protect her beautiful neck?" "If I were at work..." Mr. Weasley stared at the amulet vendor angrily. Never underestimate the anger of a righteous law enforcer at the moment. In Vanlin's opinion, Mr. Weasley did not intend to let the vendor go. "Yes, but don't arrest anyone now, dear, we are busy," Mrs. Weasley was nervously reading a list. "I think we'd better go to Madam Malkin's robe shop first. Hermione and Vanlin need to find a new robe. Ron's ankles are almost exposed from the school robe. You have to buy a new one too. Harry, you grow so fast-come on, everyone keep up-" "Molly, we don't have to go to Madam Malkin's robe shop," said Mr. Weasley. "Why don't we let Hagrid go with the three of them, and we go to Flourish and Blotts to buy their textbooks?"

"I don't know," said Mrs. Weasley anxiously, obviously struggling with the choice between her desire to finish her shopping as soon as possible and the desire to keep everyone together.

"Hagrid, do you think--?"

"Don't worry, they'll be fine with me, Molly," Hagrid soothed her, waving his hand, which was as big as a trash can lid.

Mrs. Weasley didn't look convinced, but she agreed to the separation, and she and her husband and Ginny hurried to Flourish and Blotts, while Hagrid took Harry, Ron, Valin and Hermione to Madam Malkin's shop.

Harry noticed that many of the people they passed were as hurried and anxious as Mrs. Weasley, and no one stopped to talk; the shoppers stayed close together in pairs, concentrating on their purchases. No one seemed to be alone.

"Perhaps it would be too crowded if we all went in," they stopped outside the robe shop, and Hagrid bent down to peer in through the window. "I'll just stand outside, okay?"

So Harry, Ron, Valin, and Hermione walked into the shop together. At first glance, the room seemed empty, but as soon as they closed the door, a familiar voice came from behind the shelves filled with shiny green and blue robes.

"...I'm not a child anymore, if you haven't noticed, Mum. I can shop on my own."

Then there was a chuckle, and Harry recognized Madam Malkin's voice saying, "Well, dear, your mum is absolutely right, no one should walk around outside alone now, and it has nothing to do with being a child -"

"Look where you put your pins!" A pale boy with light blond hair and a pointed chin appeared behind the shelves. He had a dark green robe with shiny pins on the hems and sleeves. He strode to the mirror to check himself; soon he saw Harry, Ron, Valin, and Hermione standing behind him in the mirror.

This made him narrow his light grey eyes, perhaps out of disgust and displeasure with the latter, making his words a little offensive.

"If you are wondering what smell you smell, mother, it's because a mudblood has come in," Draco Malfoy said.

"I don't think you need that kind of language!" Madam Malkin hurried out from behind the shelf with a tape measure and a wand. "I don't want to see wands pulled out in my shop!" She added hastily, seeing the three boys standing at the door pointing their wands at Malfoy.

Hermione stood behind the two of them and whispered, "No, don't, to be honest, it's not worth it..."

"Well, it seems that you dare to perform magic outside the school," Malfoy sneered. "Who blackened your eye, Granger? I want to give them flowers."

Vanlin glanced at Hermione's eye sockets. In fact, there were only some faint marks left, but in order to strike, obviously, any slight change could become a weapon of Draco's irony.

If anyone knows their appearance best, in Hogwarts, apart from them, there is only Draco left.

"That's enough!" Madam Malkin screamed, turning around to seek help. "Madam - please -" Narcissa Malfoy walked out slowly from behind the clothes rack. When she saw Fanlin, Narcissa was obviously a little evasive, but then she returned to normal, but she was more wary of Fanlin.

"Put those away," she said coldly to Harry and Ron, ignoring Fanlin's movement to put away his wand. "If you attack my son again, I guarantee it will be the last thing either of you do."

"Really?" Harry took a step forward and stared at the smooth, arrogant face. Although the face was pale, it still looked like her sister. Harry was not much taller than her now. "Go find some of your Death Eater friends and kill us, right?"

Madam Malkin screamed and clutched her chest.

"Really, you can't blame her so much - talk about such dangerous things - put down your wand, please!" But Harry did not put down his wand. Narcissa Malfoy smiled disgustingly.

"I think you have a false sense of security under Dumbledore's favor, Harry Potter. But Dumbledore can't always protect you." Harry looked around the entire store mockingly. "Wow... looks like... he's not here right now! Why don't you try it? Maybe they can find you a double in Azkaban so you can be reunited with your husband."

Malfoy rushed towards Harry angrily, but tripped over his own too-long robes. Ron laughed.

"How dare you talk to my mother like that, Potter!" Malfoy growled.

"It's okay, Draco," Narcissa stopped Malfoy with her slender white hand on his shoulder. "I guess it's not necessarily true that Potter left before reuniting with Lucius."

"Lucius hasn't come out yet?" Fan Lin was obviously surprised when he heard Narcissa's hungry reaction, "Or, Mrs. Malfoy, do you think..."

"What do I think?"

"Do you think there's nothing wrong with showing up here so arrogantly now?"

"inappropriate?"

"I mean, even if Lucius was standing here, he wouldn't talk to me like this, let alone, I think you need to discipline your son." Fan Lin said rudely, squinting his eyes and looking at Draco was a bit perverse.

In fact, at Hogwarts, Draco basically didn't provoke them very much. Being offended like this today has never happened since he was scared of being beaten.

"How dare you talk like that?" Draco drew out his wand angrily, but before everyone else, Narcissa took the lead and pressed down Draco's arm.

Lucius came out. Although the Ministry of Magic did not report this, it could not be hidden from Dumbledore. It can be said that Voldemort was showing his power to everyone, and at the same time, he was showing everyone his power. Announcing his return.

This is the default thing, but according to Dumbledore's attitude towards Harry Potter, it is normal for Harry not to know, but this does not include the boy now.

"What do you want to say?"

"I just think that Draco is a little..." Fan Lin looked at Draco who was uncharacteristically, and the familiar pride and indulgence obviously returned to Draco at this moment, which almost gave Fan Lin an illusion. In the first year, I saw Draco for the first time before the sorting.

At that time, Draco's confidence came from the surname Malfoy, which came from Lucius. But looking at the current situation, the Malfoy family has kept silent about their patriarch. Obviously, Lucius is not having an easy time now. .

The failure of several operations made Voldemort deepen his dissatisfaction with Lucius. Punishment was necessary. Moreover, if Voldemort knew about the Horcrux, Lucius would definitely die.

You can tell by looking at Narcissa's strong-willed appearance. Maybe Voldemort doesn't know that Lucius has lost his Horcrux, or maybe he does. Anyway, the Malfoy family is not having an easy time now.

Fan Lin suddenly remembered something. In an instant, Fan Lin roughly understood where Draco's confidence came from.

"It's really sad, Mrs. Malfoy, to face revenge without knowing it. Instead, she got carried away by some verbal things."

"I don't know what you're talking about, kid, if you're talking nonsense here..."

"If it were Lucius, he wouldn't feel that way, so he is a smart person. Mrs. Malfoy, or Ms. Narcissa, I think it is necessary for you to go back and have a good communication before making a decision... "

"Don't listen to him, mother!" Draco obviously couldn't stand Fanlin's cynicism and raised his wand again, and Harry just raised the wand higher.

"Think about it...you'd be in big trouble if you didn't..." Madam Malkin stood trembling for a moment, then decided to pretend that nothing had happened as she had hoped. She bent towards Malfoy, who was glaring at Harry.

"I think the left sleeve should be lifted up a little, honey, just let me-"

He tore off his robes and threw them to the floor at Madam Malkin'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 is in this room... Let's go to Delfit Buy it from Tatin Store.”

"Also, I think you made a mistake, Narcissa!" Fan Lin said with a cold face, "I can hurt him, which means that I can..."

Narcissa paused, but came to her senses in the next two seconds, and then the two of them strode out, and Malfoy bumped into Ron hard when he went out.

"Oh, it's true!" Mrs. Malkin said. She grabbed the robes that fell on the floor and pointed the end of the wand at them like a vacuum cleaner to clean up the dust. Obviously, this was not a result that Mrs. Malkin could accept. The Death Eaters also hit Madam Malkin hard in the heart.

Ollivander has disappeared, maybe the Death Eaters don't need a tailor for them...

Madam Malkin looked distraught as she had the three of them tailored, and even gave Hermione the wizard's robes, and when she sent them off with a bow at the end, she seemed happy to see them. The figure walked out of the door.

"Have you bought everything?" Hagrid was happy to see them all back.

"Pretty much," Harry said. "Have you seen the Malfoy mother and son?"

"Yes," Hagrid said disinterestedly. "But they don't dare to mess around in Diagon Alley, Harry, leave them alone." Harry and Ron exchanged a look, but before they wanted to dispel Hagrid's false optimism, the Weasleys and Kim Ni appeared, both clutching a heavy bag of books.

"Is everyone okay?" said Mrs. Weasley. "Buy a robe? Okay, then on the way to Fred and George's shop we can check out the medicine shop and the Eela Owl shop - stay close, now..."

Since Ron and Harry no longer needed to attend Potions lessons, they didn't buy any potions, but they both bought large boxes of owl nuts for Hedwig and Piggy at the Eela Owl Shop. Then, while checking her watch every minute or so, Mrs. Weasley walked with them deeper into Diagon Alley, looking for the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes shop opened by Fred and George.

"We don't really have much time," said Mrs. Weasley. "So we can just take a look and go back to the car. Come closer, that's No. 92...Ninety-four..."

"Wow," Ron stopped in his tracks. Compared to the dark store door next to it, which was covered with posters, the display window of Fred and George's store caught everyone's eyes first, as if there was a fireworks display there. Pedestrians who happened to pass by turned to look at the display window, and some were even shocked. The display window on the left was sorted with eye-catching products, some of which turned, made popping sounds, flashed, jumped, and some screamed; Harry's eyes were dazzled by them.

There is a huge poster on the window on the right. The paper is the same purple as the Ministry of Magic posters, but it has glowing yellow words written on it: Why worry about the mysterious man? What you should be worried about is the secret spirit of life - the constipated feeling that has taken hold of the entire country!

Everyone laughed except Mrs. Weasley. He heard a faint groan from beside him and turned his head to see Mrs. Weasley staring at the poster speechlessly. Her lips moved and she silently recited the name, "The Secret Spirit of Life."

"They'll be murdered in their sleep!" she whispered.

"No!" said Ron, who was also laughing. "Awesome!" (To be continued)