Chapter 796: The Only Choice Before Mr. Bork
Draco approached Borgin, his body blocked by the large cabinet.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione moved quickly to keep him out of sight, but all they could see was Borgin, who looked horrified.
"Don't tell anyone," said Malfoy coldly, "that you'll be overwhelmed. You know Fenrir Greyback, don't you?
He is a friend of our family and he will come by from time to time to see if you are paying attention to this problem. "
"no need--"
"That's for me to decide."
Malfoy said, "Okay, I'm leaving. Don't forget to keep that thing safe for me, I'll need it."
"Don't you want to take it now?"
"No, of course not, you stupid dwarf, what do I look like walking down the street with it? Just don't sell it."
"Of course not... sir."
Borgin bowed deeply, the same way Harry had seen him bow to Lucius Malfoy once.
"Don't tell anyone, Bo Jin, including my mother, understand?"
"Of course, of course."
Boggin murmured, bowing again.
Then the bell on the shop door rang, and Malfoy strode out of the shop, looking very complacent.
He walked close to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who felt the Cloak tap against their knees again.
In the store, Bo Jin was still frozen there, the false smile on his face disappeared, and his expression looked very worried.
"What exactly is going on?"
Ron asked in a low voice, pulling back the cord that stretched the ears.
"have no idea."
Thinking hard, Harry said, "He's got something to fix...and another thing he wants the shop to keep for him...
Did you see what he was referring to when he said 'that thing'? "
"No, he's blocked by that cabinet—"
"You two stay still."
"What do you want to do--"
But Hermione had already slipped out from under the Invisibility Cloak.
She stroked her hair against the glass, then strode into the shop, and the bell jingled again.
Ron quickly tucked the retractable ears under the door again, and handed Harry a string.
"Hello, the weather is terrible, isn't it?"
Hermione said cheerfully to Borgin, who glanced at her suspiciously and didn't answer.
Humming happily, Hermione strolled among the jumble of wares on display in the shop.
"Is this necklace for sale?"
she asked, stopping in front of a glass case.
"If you pay 1,500 Galleons, sell it."
"Oh—well—no, I don't have that much money."
Hermione said, walking on,
"So... where's this lovely - um - skeleton?"
"Sixteen Galleons."
"So it's for sale?
No... not reserved for someone? "
Borgin narrowed his eyes at her. Harry had a bad feeling that Borgin knew exactly what Hermione was up to.
It seemed that Hermione also realized that she had been found out, and she suddenly went all out.
"Here's the thing - well - the boy who just came in, Draco Malfoy, he's a friend of mine, and I'd like to give him a birthday present, but if he's already ordered something, I'm Of course I don't want to buy him the same one again, so...um..."
In Harry's opinion, the story was poorly made, and Borgin apparently thought so too.
"go out."
He yelled, "Get out!"
Hermione fled out in a hurry without waiting for him to say it a second time, and Borgin chased him to the door.
The bell rang again, and Bo Jin slammed the door behind her, putting up a "Closed" sign.
Then the old shopkeeper turned around.
There was no one behind him, but at this moment, there was a figure.
This figure stood in front of the counter, fiddled with the skull that Hermione had checked just now,
Grinning.
"How is it, sir? How is my pupil?"
The shopkeeper was taken aback for a moment, but immediately reacted, grinning to accompany him, far less severe than before.
"Sir's students, of course, must be very good. This lady was so flexible before, it's really..."
"Come on, I didn't come here to listen to your flattering words." Jon shook his head and sighed: "How are things?"
"This cabinet can be repaired, but it is really... not easy to break through the defenses of Hogwarts unless Hogwarts releases its defenses."
"It's impossible to let go of the defensive suppression. The movement caused by that is too big, and I'm afraid there will be some troubles in your life. How to break through the defense of Hogwarts is your problem. I don't think the kid from the Malfoy family is very supportive of you." Are you confident?
What's the matter? You don't have confidence when you come to me? "
"Don't dare, dare not."
Under the pressure of Jon's sudden release, the owner of the black magic shop who often walked around in the black market couldn't help feeling a little nervous, and cold sweat dripped down the back of his neck.
"It stands to reason that repairing this kind of thing should be my specialty, but the magic involved in the disappearing cabinet is all advanced magic. It is really difficult at my level, but if you are willing to help..."
He wanted to continue talking at first, but Jon gave him a look, and he immediately stopped talking.
"Sometimes, asking you to do things is to think highly of you, whether it's me or Voldemort, you can't afford to offend, so you can only listen to what we say.
Not to mention anything else, I remember that you told Voldemort about my old lady back then. "
"Uh... You, you have wronged me, I never said anything about Mrs. Yang?
Let alone tell that one. "
"You are well-informed. When my people found you, they should have told you about my life experience, but they didn't know much. My grandmother is Mrs. Yang, but my original surname is Smith."
"..."
Someone in the shop was sweating even more.
Fortunately, he also knew that Jon didn't come here today to seek revenge, but to let him do things. Besides, seeking revenge could not be found on him.
But who knows if the person in front of him will vent his anger?
Just before Malfoy came, this one had already anticipated what was going to happen, and led someone to give him a good warning.
Having been in business for so long, he knows best what to do and what not to do, who to mess with and who not to mess with.
And whether it was the one in front of him or Dumbledore, they were people he couldn't afford to mess with.
Voldemort he also can not afford to provoke.
But obviously this side is stronger. Most importantly, Jon has room for negotiation. Voldemort... who dares to discuss anything with him?