Chapter 197 Lihen Bookstore (Modified)

Hearing Allen's words, Harry suddenly felt that the professor of Protection of Magical Animals at Hogwarts might have a common language with Hagrid.

Harry took out the book list from his pocket and looked at it carefully for the first time. It was clearly written: Care of Fantastic Beasts

Textbook - "The Monster Book of Monsters".

Harry was relieved to see why Hagrid had said it would come in handy; he'd been worried that Hagrid wanted his help with some scary new pet.

Alan stood in front of the iron cage, watching these books fight with great interest, and the manager of Lihen Bookstore stepped forward.

"Hogwarts?" he asked abruptly. "To buy new textbooks?"

"Yes." Allen nodded.

Harry nodded too, and he hadn't bought his textbook yet.

"I need—" Before Harry could finish his sentence, he was shoved aside by the manager.

"Get out of the way," said the manager impatiently.

He put on a pair of thick gloves, picked up a big knotty walking stick, and walked towards the cage door of "Monster Book of Monsters".

"Two!" The manager's emotions were a little broken, "I've been bitten five times this morning—"

"Wait," Harry said quickly, "I already have that kind of book."

"Really?" The manager suddenly showed a relieved expression, "Thank God, it's really Merlin's blessing."

The manager's exaggerated expression made Alan and Harry laugh.

"But I need this book." Allen said with a smile, "Actually, you just need to—"

Before Allen could finish speaking, a loud chirp pierced the air.

The two "Monster Books of Monsters" grabbed the third and tore it in two.

"Stop! Stop!" cried the manager, thrusting his stick into the cage, and beating the books to keep them apart.

"I don't buy any more of these, never again! What a mess! We bought two hundred copies of The Book of Invisibility that time - a fortune and never found a shadow of it ...I thought it couldn't get any worse than that..."

While opening the cage door, the manager used a wooden stick to shoot back the "Monster Book of Monsters" that swarmed out.

"Ah!" In the panic, a book actually jumped onto the stick, quickly slid onto the manager's arm, and bit the manager's shoulder hard.

The manager's stick fell to the ground all of a sudden, and the "Monsters' Monster Book" pushed each other to get out of the cage.

Allen shot quickly, grabbed the two escaped books with lightning speed, threw them into the cage, and then closed the cage door with a "snap".

"This isn't "The Monster Book of Monsters", this is a monster!" The manager desperately patted the book with his other hand.

But no matter how hard he tried, the book would not let go.

Harry grabbed the spine of the book, trying to tear it off the manager's shoulders, but in return the manager cried out even more painfully.

When the manager turned pale with pain, and Harry was at a loss and knocked blindly, Alan, who had seen enough, decided to make a move—he gently stroked the spine of the book, and in an instant, "The Monster Book of Monsters" from The manager's shoulders fell into Allen's hands.

Its sharp teeth closed together and fell silent in Alan's hands.

Healed the wound on his shoulder with a magic spell, and the manager's face was still in shock.

"What spell did you put on him?" The manager looked at Allen eagerly.

"There is no need for a spell, the method is very simple." Allen said and demonstrated it to the manager.

"You just need to stroke its spine lightly, and it will quiet down."

The monster book in Allen's hand shook comfortably, and the manager and Harry took a step back in fright.

But the book was still lying quietly in Alan's hands, without any sign of an attack.

"It's so simple!" The manager looked dazed.

With the selfless help of Alan and Harry, the "Monster Book of Monsters" in the cage was quickly and quietly placed on the shelf.

The manager specially arranged for a clerk to stroke the books from time to time.

"Thank you both so much!" The manager found out all the textbooks that Alan and Harry needed, and resolutely refused to charge them for the books.

"Your method saved not only me, but also all the little wizards who came to buy this book." The manager smiled all over his face, and finally got rid of the nightmare book selling process.

"Alan, even the bookstore manager doesn't know how to subdue this book, but you know how to subdue them. You are amazing." Harry held his new textbook with a look of admiration.

"Just happened to know." Allen smiled politely, then walked out quickly.

Because he caught a glimpse of another book on display on the small table: Omens of Death: What to Do When You Know Doom Is Coming.

He didn't want to be nagged by Harry about omens of death all day long.

But Harry had seen it!

Harry stopped, staring at the book lost in thought.

"Oh, I wouldn't have read that book." The clerk of the bookstore standing beside said casually, "After reading it, you can see signs of death no matter where you are, which is enough to scare people to death."

"That's right, it's the scariest thing to scare yourself." Allen nodded in agreement, "After reading it, you may be hinted in your heart that everything you see becomes an omen of death."

The clerk grinned at Allen when he heard that his words were recognized.

But Harry was still staring at the cover of the book; it was a black dog the size of a bear, staring out with glowing eyes. Weird, it looks so familiar...

He followed Alan absent-mindedly to the Leaky Cauldron, without paying attention to the road, and bumped into several people in a row.

Allen grabbed Harry's arm calmly, and then returned safely to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Harry, I think it's time for us to have lunch..." Allen pointed to his stomach and suggested.

Harry nodded casually.

As soon as he entered the door, Allen noticed Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron.

Tom hurried over and looked at Alan without any trace. After taking note of Allen's needs, he bowed and left in a hurry.

Allen looked at the other customers in the Leaky Cauldron:

A queer little witch from the country with a basket of shopping in her hand.

A wimpy-looking wizard debates the latest article in Transfiguration Today.

Unkempt wizards, noisy dwarves...

And a hag-like figure, wrapped in a thick wool coat with a balaclava, ordered a plate of raw liver.

The sun is shining brightly in the summer afternoon, and there is nothing more comfortable than drinking cold juice under the sun umbrella.