Chapter 1111

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"Oh, of course...and girl attraction," George suddenly appeared next to them again. "But we won't sell it to our sister," he added, suddenly stern. "She has had five boyfriends, and as far as we know—"

"No matter what you heard from Ron, it was a big lie," Ginny said calmly, as if all this was Ron's malicious intention to seriously hurt her.

As she spoke, she leaned over and took a small pink jar from the shelf. "What's this?"

"Ten seconds to ensure the acne remover," Fred said. "Excellent on everything from boils to blackheads, but don't change the subject. Are you dating a boy named Dean Thomas right now?"

"Yes, I do," Ginny said, glancing at Ron and Harry in the distance. It was obvious that Ginny was not very fond of informers and those who cared about them.

"And the last time I saw him, he was one boy instead of five. What were those?"

Ginny pointed to some furry balls in shades of pink and purple, all rolling around at the bottom of a cage and screaming loudly. "Pygmy Puff," said George. "We can't feed the miniature velvet fast enough. So what's going on with Michael Corner?"

"I dumped him, he was a lousy loser," Ginny stuck a finger into the cage and watched the dwarf pufferfoam gather around it. "They're so cute!"

"They're really quite likable," Fred admitted. "But you change boyfriends too quickly, right?"

Ginny turned around and stared at him with her hands on her hips, looking exactly like a Mrs. Weasley...well, a young Mrs. Weasley...

However, what surprised Fanlin was that Fred did not back down and confronted his little sister. This was definitely something Fanlin had never thought of before. In the Weasley family, Ginny's status was second only to Weasley's. Mr. Sly, and to some extent even Mr. Weasley had to step aside.

It is worth mentioning that this kind of situation should be called daily life in the Weasley family. If you have four or five biological brothers and sisters, you should be able to experience it. But the worst thing is that neither Hermione nor Fanlin , there is only such a treasure in the family, and then he asked Hogwarts to kidnap him to be a wizard. Fan Lin has always thought that Mr. Al should be looking for one. Fortunately, he doesn't seem to have to worry about it...

"This is none of your business! Besides, I have to thank you," Ginny angrily turned to Ron, who had just walked over to George, holding a pile of merchandise. "Thank you for not making up stories about 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 small toys that Fanlin didn't seem to be very successful...

Well, apart from using toys to describe the things placed outside, it is difficult for Fanlin to find a better adjective...

"What are you talking about?" Ginny raised her voice, as if she was about to explode, but then she endured it, "I hope you can still be so calm then."

"Oh, of course!" Ron said incredulously, "What's more, these things..."

"Oh, three gold galleons, nine silver Sickles and a copper Knut," Fred examined the box in Ron's hand. "So, pay up so you can get them, Ron."

"Hey, are you mistaken? I am your biological brother!"

"Oh, that's it..." Fred pretended to think for a moment, "But what you are taking is our product... In that case, let me give you a cost price of three gold Galleons and nine silver Sickles. , let’s forget about that one Nat.”

"But I don't have three gold Galleons and nine silver Sickles!"

"Then you'd better put them all back, put them back on their original shelves if you don't mind." Ron threw a few boxes to the floor, cursed and made a rude gesture towards Fred. Unfortunately, Yes, this move was noticed by Mrs. Weasley who came in at that time.

"If I see you do that again, I'll spell your fingers to stick together," she said sternly.

"Mum, can I buy a dwarf puffer?" Ginny said quickly.

"What?" Mrs. Weasley said warily. "Look, how cute they are..." Mrs. Weasley walked over to look at the dwarf velvet, and Harry, Verlin and Hermione immediately saw the window that was originally blocked. Draco Malfoy was walking hurriedly down the street alone. As he passed Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, he glanced over his shoulder. After a few seconds, he disappeared from view through the window.

"I wonder where his mother is?" Harry frowned.

"It looks like he got dumped." Fan Lin said. But this is really rare for Draco. Getting rid of Narcissa is almost something Draco would not do in Fan Lin's opinion.

"But why?" Hermione said. Harry said nothing; he was thinking hard. Narcissa Malfoy would not have wanted her precious son out of her sight; Malfoy must have had a hard time breaking free from his mother's control.

Based on Harry's knowledge and dislike of Malfoy, he believed that Malfoy was not doing anything good. He looked around. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were hunched over the dwarf Puffer.

Mr. Weasley was happily inspecting a pack of Muggle-marked playing cards, and both 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 beside him, entangled in Fred and George.

"We can go out and take a look." Fan Lin said, "Harry, do you have an invisibility cloak?"

"Oh, yes, of course," said Harry, "right here..."

"Come down here, quick," Harry said, taking the invisibility cloak out of his bag.

"Oh...I don't know, Harry," Hermione looked hesitantly at Mrs. Weasley.

"Come on." Fan Lin said, pulling the girl, "It's nothing, Hermione, or do you think one or two Death Eaters can knock us down? I will protect you..."

"That's not it, I mean...oh, okay..." She hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly knelt down and hid under the cloak with Harry and Fanlin.

In fact, no one noticed that they disappeared, not even Ron...

Everyone was attracted to Fred and George's products. Harry, Verlin and Hermione squeezed out the door as fast as they could, but by the time they had succeeded in reaching the street, Malfoy had long since vanished with equal success.

"He's going that way," Harry said as quietly as possible so that Hagrid, who was humming a little tune, couldn't hear them.

"Let's go." Fan Lin said and judged the approximate direction...

They walked hurriedly, staring at the doors and windows of shop after shop until Hermione pointed ahead.

"He's there, isn't he?" she whispered.

"Turn left?"

"What a surprise," Hermione whispered. At this moment Malfoy looked around and slipped into Knockturn Alley and disappeared.

"Hurry, 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 fluttering around their ankles; it was not so easy to hide under the cloak these days.

"It doesn't matter," Harry said nonchalantly, "Hurry up!"

But Knockturn Alley, this alley filled with dark magic, is now deserted. They passed the stores and looked inside, but no one was visiting any of them. Harry guessed that in such dangerous and suspicious times, no one would dare to buy Dark Magic items - or at least be caught doing so. Hermione pinched Harry's arm hard.

"Ouch!"

"Shh! Look! There he is!" she whispered to Harry. They had arrived at the only shop in Knockturn Alley that Harry had visited: Borgin and Burkes, which sold all kinds of evil items. Among the boxes filled with skulls and old bottles, Draco Malfoy stood with his back to them, next to the big black cupboard that looked like the one where Harry had hidden himself from the Malfoys. Judging from Malfoy's waving hands, he was saying something fiercely. The shop's proprietor, Mr. Borgin, faced Malfoy, a hunchbacked 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're saying," said Hermione.

"Of course we can!" Fan Lin said with a smile. "Wait a minute...damn..."

Fan Lin threw down several useless boxes. Fred had already given him part of the product, and Fan Lin remembered that there was something they needed in it...

Find the biggest one.

"Telescopic ears, look!"

"That's wonderful!" Hermione said, and Fanlin said, untied the long flesh-colored strings and put them under the door. "Oh, I hope the door isn't under an anti-disturbance spell..."

"No!" Fan Lin said happily. "Listen!" They put their heads together and listened intently to this end of the string. Malfoy's voice was loud and clear, like listening to a radio.

"...you know how to fix it?"

"Maybe," Borgin admitted reluctantly, "but I need to see it. Why don't you bring it over?"

"I can't bring him," Malfoy said. "It has to stay put. I just need you to tell me how to do it."

Fan Lin saw Bo Jin licking his lips nervously. For some reason, a person who could threaten Lucius actually seemed a little 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 have to say it's very difficult, maybe impossible. I can't guarantee anything."

"Is there nothing you can do?" Malfoy said, and Harry could hear a sneer in his tone. "Maybe this will give you more confidence." He walked towards Borgin, his body blocked by the cupboard. Harry, Verlin and Hermione moved aside to see him, but all they could see was Borgin, who looked very frightened.

"Tell anyone," said Malfoy, "and you will be punished. Do you know Finley Greyback? He is a good friend, and he will visit you again and again to make sure you take this issue 100% seriously." "

"There's no need -" the owner of the Bojin Boke store said with some fear, his voice rising, which made Fan Lin feel a little harsh...

"That's for me to decide," Malfoy said. "Well, I'd better get going. Don't forget to hide that one, I want it again."

"Maybe you can take it away now?"

"No, of course I won't, you idiot, what am I doing with this thing on the street? Just don't sell it."

"Of course not...sir." Borgin bowed deeply. Fanlin had only seen him bow as deeply as Lucius Malfoy.

Voldemort's support for Draco was beyond imagination. Otherwise, even Malfoy would not be respected by Boss Borgin, just like his father.

Draco was now like a triumphant child. At least in the eyes of other Death Eaters, Draco was valued by the Dark Lord, who admired him very much.

In the eyes of the Malfoy family, after knowing the reason for all this, the more prosperous Draco is now, the more painful Malfoy will be.

He still doesn't know what mission he is going to perform...

"Don't mention this to anyone, Bo Jin, not even my mother, do you understand?"

"That's natural, natural," muttered Borgin, bowing again. Then, the doorbell rang, and Malfoy walked out with his head held high, looking very contented. He passed Harry, Verlin, and Hermione so close that his cloak floated to their knees.

In the shop, Borgin remained frozen, his attentive smile gone; he looked troubled.

"What are they talking about?" Harry asked softly, watching Fan Lin roll up his retractable ears.

"I don't know," Fan Lin was thinking hard. "He wanted to repair something... and he wanted to store something in the store... Did you see what he was referring to when he said 'that one'?"

"No, he was blocked by the cabinet..."

"You two stay here," Hermione whispered. "Are you going to -?" But Hermione had already emerged from under the cloak. She fixed her hair in the reflection of the window glass, then strode into the store and rang the doorbell again.

Fan Lin quickly put the telescopic ears under the door and handed Harry a string.

Hermione straightened her hair in the reflection of the window glass, then strode into the store and rang the doorbell again. Fan Lin quickly put the telescopic ears under the door and handed Harry a string.

"Hello, the weather is really bad this morning, isn't it?" Hermione greeted happily to Birkin, who didn't answer, just looked at her suspiciously. Hermione hummed happily as she wandered through the clutter.

"Is this necklace for sale?" she asked, stopping next to a glass box.

"If you had fifteen hundred galleons," Borgin said coldly. "Oh - er - no, I didn't bring that much money," Hermione went on. "So...where's this cute-um-skull?"

"Gallon."

"So this is for sale? It's not... for people to keep?" Bo Jin looked at her sideways. This gave Harry the uncomfortable feeling that he had guessed Hermione's intentions.

He looked at Fan Lin next to him, but Fan Lin looked unconcerned and no longer worried about Hermione...

Stumped the owner of Borgin's Bock store to kill Hermione?

This is a joke.

But it was obvious that Hermione also felt that she was too hesitant, because she suddenly started speaking rashly. "Well, that - uh - boy who was here just now, Draco Malfoy, um, is a friend of mine. I want to give him a birthday gift, but if he has already made a reservation here What, I don’t want to give him the same thing, so... uh..."

This is really a lame story. Fan Lin looked at his girlfriend helplessly. Perhaps Hermione could only tell lies smoothly when dealing with Umbridge, but facing Borkin, it was obvious that Borkin did the same. think.

"Get out," he screamed. "Get out!"

Hermione didn't wait for him to say anything and fled the store with him chasing her. The doorbell rang again, and Borgin slammed the door shut behind her and put up the "Closed" sign.

"Oh, it's nice. I mean, it's nice, Hermione, but in the way you choose..."

"How about you go ahead, my brave Mr. Harry Potter." Hermione glared at Harry's face with dissatisfaction, as if she was considering whether to give him a slap or not.

"But, they know me...and Fan Lin..." Harry thought for a moment and pulled Fan Lin into the water to deal with Hermione. Obviously, Harry had basically mastered the method.

"..." Fan Lin looked at Harry speechlessly. He definitely learned this from Fred and George, but Malfoy's approach was still very interesting. (To be continued)