Chapter 1112

Bypassing Narcissa, he came to Borkin alone, Borkin's magic shop, and made old Borkin fear him. Obviously, Draco was not an obedient child, or in other words, he was overwhelmed by Voldemort's promise. Lost your head?

Of course, the second possibility is more likely.

Voldemort was always very good at this, deceiving people, or maybe Draco still couldn't figure out the situation?

Kill Dumbledore?

That's something Voldemort hasn't been able to do for more than ten years, let alone a little Draco.

I don’t know if Professor Snape can help Draco and save his life, but seeing Draco in this state, doing things for Voldemort behind Narcissa’s back, I don’t know how long it will take for Borgin to disappear. 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 successfully attracted Harry's attention.

Harry spent much of the last week of the summer vacation thinking about Malfoy's actions in Knockturn Alley.

The thing that bothered him the most was the look of satisfaction on Malfoy's face as he left the shop. Things that make Malfoy happy like that are usually not good things. However, what made him slightly annoyed was that neither Fanlin nor Hermione seemed as curious as he was about Malfoy's behavior; or at least, after several days of continuous discussion, they seemed to be bored.

"Yes, I already agree that this is suspicious, Harry," Hermione said a little impatiently. She was sitting on the windowsill in Fred and George's room, with her feet on a cardboard box, and she reluctantly raised her head from her newly bought "Advanced Magic Text Translation". This was rare, in fact, Hermione was busy with the upcoming separate Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination, which made the girl devote herself to the whole experience, leaving Hermione with a little time.

"But we all agree that there are many explanations for this, right?"

"Maybe he broke his Hand of Glory," Fan Lin said nonchalantly, looking for an excuse. He was concentrating on studying Fred's improvement plan for the Iron Armor Curse. In fact, one piece It is difficult for an ordinary cloak to carry a powerful spell...

"Oh, yes, remember his wrinkled arm?" Hermione also remembered that arm. She had seen it when she entered, a hand bone, a typical dark magic item.

"But what happened when he said 'don't forget to hide that one'?" Harry asked for the umpteenth time. "Sounds like Borgin still has one of those things, and Malfoy wants both."

"You think so?" said Ron, trying to scrape the mud off the handle of his broomstick. Ron was very interested at first, and although he complained that they didn't take him with them, after understanding the whole process, Ron really didn't have the energy to explore what Malfoy hid in Borgin's shop... …

"Yes," said Harry. Seeing that neither Fanlin nor Hermione responded, he added, "Malfoy's father went to Azkaban. Don't you think Malfoy will take revenge?"

Ron looked up and blinked. "Malfoy, revenge? What can he do?"

"That's what I mean, I don't know what he will do!" Harry said with some disappointment. "But he must have something up his sleeve, and I think we should take this seriously. His father was a Death Eater, and..."

Harry paused, staring at the window behind Hermione, his mouth hanging open. He suddenly had a surprising idea.

"Harry?" Hermione said worriedly. "What’s wrong with you?"

"Your scar won't start hurting again, will it?" Ron asked nervously. "He became a Death Eater," Harry said slowly. He took his father's place and became a Death Eater! "

No one said anything, and then Ron burst into laughter. "Malfoy? He's only sixteen, Harry! Do you think You-Know-Who would let Malfoy join?"

"That doesn't seem possible, Harry," Hermione said, suppressing a laugh. "What makes you think -?"

"In Madam Malkin's shop. Madam Malkin didn't touch him at all, but when she tried to roll up his sleeve, Malfoy yelled and struggled to get his arm free. It was his left arm. It must have the Dark Mark stamped on it."

"It's not impossible." Fan Lin glanced at Harry, but then buried his head again. Malfoy would become a Death Eater, but this would have no impact. But what surprised Fan Lin was that Harry actually Discover the truth of some facts through clues, but this is of no use.

"You agree?"

"Oh, I don't know, but it doesn't matter, Harry." Fan Lin said, "Even if he becomes a Death Eater, it is his own choice."

"This..." Ron sounded completely unconvinced by Fan Lin's words.

"Maybe, I think he just wants to get out of there, Harry," Hermione said.

"He showed Borgin something that none of us saw," Harry insisted stubbornly. "Something that scares Borgin. It must be the Dark Mark, I know it - he wants Borgin to know who he's dealing with, and you see how seriously Borgin takes him!"

Hermione looked up at Fan Lin, but the latter was not interested in this matter at all.

"I'm not sure, Harry..." Hermione said uncertainly.

"Yeah, I still don't think You-Know-Who would let Malfoy join..." Ron agreed.

Angry but absolutely convinced that he was right, Harry picked up a pile of soiled Quidditch robes and left the room; Weasley had been urging them not to leave the laundry with the laundry for the past few days. Save the prepared packages until the first day of school.

As he walked to the door, he bumped into Ginny, who was carrying a pile of freshly washed clothes back to her room. "I really shouldn't have gone to the kitchen," she warned him. "There was a lot of 'pus' there."

"I'll be careful not to touch it." Harry smiled. As expected, when he walked into the kitchen, he saw Fleur sitting at the dining table, talking about her and Bill's wedding plans, while Mrs. Weasley was guarding a pile of bean sprouts that she was peeling, looking grumpy. not too good.

"...Bill and I have pretty much decided that as long as we have two bridesmaids, Ginny and Gabrielle would look really cute together. I'm thinking of having them wear pale gold dresses - pink and gold. Ni’s hair would look terrible with it—”

"Ah, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, interrupting Fleur's tirade. "Great, I was just about to tell you about the security arrangements on the way to Hogwarts tomorrow. We also borrowed a special car from the Ministry of Magic, and the Aurors will be waiting at the train station -"

"Will Tonks be there too?" Harry asked, handing over his Quidditch robe. "No, I don't think so. Arthur said she was assigned to another place."

"She's going there on her own, that Tonks," Fleur said thoughtfully, studying her beautiful reflection on the back of the tea spoon. "If you ask me, this is a big mistake..."

"Yes, thank you," Mrs. Weasley interrupted Fleur again sharply, "You'd better get on with it, Harry, and if possible I'd like you to have all your luggage packed tonight so we can There will be no last-minute confusion like before.”

In fact, their departure the next morning went much smoother than before. When the Ministry of Magic's special car drove into the courtyard of the Burrow, the box had already been packed. Hermione's pet cat Crookshanks was safely in its travel basket, Hedwig, Ron's owl Piggy and Kim Ni's new purple dwarf velvet, Arnold, is all installed in the cage.

"Goodbye, Fanlin," Fleur said in a low voice, and then she wanted to kiss goodbye, but considering Hermione's thoughts, Fanlin felt that it was safer to withdraw her probing foot.

However, she compensated by kissing Harry goodbye.

However, when Ron rushed forward hopefully, Ginny stretched out her foot and stirred Ron, causing him to fall on his back in the mud at Fleur's feet. Embarrassed and annoyed, Ron got into the car covered in mud without even saying goodbye.

It wasn't the cheerful Hagrid who picked them up at King's 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 came up to them and carried everyone towards the station one by one. Go without saying a word on the way.

"Hurry, hurry, get through that wall," Mrs. Weasley seemed a little flustered by the rigorous efficiency. "Harry had better go first, followed by-" She looked at one of the Aurors questioningly. He nodded briefly, grabbed Harry's arm, and tried to pull him towards Numbers Nine and Ten. The retaining wall between the platforms.

"I can walk, thank you," Harry said grumpily, wrenching his arm out of the Auror's grasp. He pushed the trolley towards the solid wall, ignoring his silent companions. A second later, he found himself standing on platform nine and three-quarters, bound for Hogwarts. The bright red train was stopping and puffing steam among the crowd. Then the Weasley family came over.

Regardless of asking for permission from the stern-faced Auror behind him, Harry gestured to several people to follow him to the platform and look for an empty carriage.

"We can't, Harry," Hermione said apologetically. "Ron and I have to report to the prefect compartment first, and then do some inspections in the corridors. And Fan Lin, too, he is..."

"Oh yeah, I forgot," Harry said.

"You'd better get straight to the car, everyone, there's only a few minutes left," Mrs. Weasley said, checking her watch. "Have a great school year, Ron..."

"Mr. Weasley, can I have a few words with you?" At this moment, Harry suddenly made up his mind and said to Mr. Weasley.

"Of course," said Mr. Weasley, who looked a little surprised but followed Harry to a corner out of earshot. Harry thought about it carefully, and finally he came to the conclusion that if he was going to tell anyone about this, Mr. Weasley would be the most suitable person; first, he worked at the Ministry of Magic, so that he could make further inquiries. Investigating, secondly, he found it unlikely that Mr. Weasley would fly into a rage. As they walked away, he saw Mrs. Weasley and the stern-faced Auror looking at both of them suspiciously.

"The day we were in Diagon Alley—" Harry said, but Mr. Weasley beat him to it with a grimace.

"Am I about to be told where you, Vanlin and Hermione disappeared when you were supposed to be in Fred and George's little shop?"

"How did you-?"

"Harry, please. You're talking to the man who raised Fred and George."

"Uh...that's right, well, we weren't in the back room at the time."

"Good, then, let's hear the worst." "Well, we followed Draco Malfoy all the way. Used my invisibility cloak."

"Are you doing this for any special reason, or is it just a whim?"

"Because I think Malfoy is up to something," Harry continued, ignoring Mr. Weasley's look of annoyance and interest. "He dumped his mom and I wonder what he's going to do."

"Of course you do," Mr. Weasley followed him. "So? Did you find out why?"

"He went to Borgin's and Burke's," said Harry, "and he threatened a fellow named Borgin to fix something for him. He also asked Borgin to keep something else for him. Judging from what he said. It seems like that thing is the same as the thing that needs to be repaired. And..." Harry took a deep breath. "One more thing. We found him jumping up and down when Madam Malkin tried to touch his left arm. I think his arm has been imprinted with the Dark Mark. I think he has replaced his father as a Death Eaters."

Mr. Weasley looked startled. After a moment he said, "Harry, I doubt You-Know-Who would allow a sixteen-year-old—"

"Does anyone know what You-Know-Who will 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 needs to threaten Borgin, then it must be some dark magic object or dangerous object, 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 items."

"I think you might have missed something," Harry said stubbornly.

"Ah, maybe," said Mr. Weasley, but Harry could tell that Mr. Weasley was just humoring him. A whistle sounded behind them; almost everyone was on the train and the doors were closing.

"You'd better hurry up," said Mr. Weasley, when Mrs. Weasley shouted to him, "Harry, hurry up!" He hurried towards the train, and the Weasleys helped him The luggage was moved up.

"Well, dear, you will come to us at Christmas. It has been confirmed with Dumbledore, so we will meet again soon," Mrs. Weasley said through the window, when Harry Close the door behind you, the train has already started.

"Be sure to take care of yourself—" The train began to speed up.

"——Behave well, and also——" She was already jogging along with the train. "——Pay attention to safety!" (To be continued)