Chapter 197 Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore (Modified)

After hearing Alan's words, Harry suddenly felt that the Professor of Care of Magical Creatures at Hogwarts might have something in common with Hagrid.

Harry took out the book list from his pocket and took a good look at it for the first time. It clearly read: Care of Magical Creatures

Textbook - "The Monster Book of Monsters".

Harry now understood why Hagrid said it would come in handy, and he felt relieved. He had been worried that Hagrid wanted his help in dealing with some kind of scary new pet.

Allen stood in front of the iron cage and watched the books fighting with interest. The manager of Flourish Blossom Bookstore walked forward in two steps.

"From Hogwarts?" he asked abruptly, "Come to buy new textbooks?"

"Yeah." Allen nodded.

Harry nodded as well, he hadn't bought his textbook yet.

"I need-" Before Harry could finish his words, he was pushed aside by the manager.

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

He put on a pair of thick gloves, picked up a big cane covered with knots, and walked towards the cage door of "The Monster Book of Monsters".

"Two copies!" The manager's mood collapsed. "I've been bitten five times this morning -"

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

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

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

"But I need this book." Allen said, holding back a smile, "Actually, you just need-"

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

Two "Monster Books of Monsters" grabbed hold of the third one and tore it in half.

"Stop! Stop!" shouted the manager, thrusting his cane into the cage and beating the books to separate them.

"I'll never buy this stuff again, never again! What a mess! That time we bought two hundred copies of "The Invisible Book of Invisibility" - it cost a lot of money, and we couldn't even find a single shadow. …I thought it couldn’t be worse than that…”

The manager opened the cage door and used a wooden stick to swat back the "Yōkai no Yokai Book" who came out.

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

The manager's stick suddenly fell to the ground, and the "Monster Book of Monsters" were pushing me to get out of the cage.

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

"This is not the "Monster Book of Monsters", this is a monster!" The manager desperately slapped the book with his other hand.

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

Harry grabbed the spine of the book and tried to pull it off the manager's shoulders, but what he received in return was an even worse cry of pain from the manager.

When the manager turned pale in pain and Harry was at a loss and typing blindly, Alan, who had seen enough, decided to take action - he gently touched its spine, and in an instant, "The Monster Book of Monsters" was The manager's shoulders fell into Allen's hands.

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

He used a magic spell to heal the wound on his shoulder, and the manager looked shocked.

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

"No need for magic spells, the method is very simple." Allen said as he demonstrated it to the manager.

"You just need to rub its spine gently and it will quiet down."

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

But the book still lay quietly in Allen's hands, showing no sign of an attack.

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

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

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

"Thank you both so much!" The manager found all the textbooks that Alan and Harry needed, and determined not 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 broadly, finally getting rid of the nightmare book-selling process.

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

"I just happened to know." Allen smiled politely and walked out quickly.

Because he accidentally glanced at another book displayed on the small table: "Omen of Death: What to Do When You Know Doom is Coming."

He didn't want Harry nagging him about death omens all day long.

But Harry had already seen it!

Harry stopped and stared at the book.

"Oh, I wouldn't read that book. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net" The clerk of the bookstore standing nearby said lightly, "After reading this, you will be able to see omens of death no matter where you are. This is enough." Scaring people to death.”

"Yes, scaring yourself is the scariest thing." Allen nodded in agreement, "After reading it, you may be hinted that everything you see becomes a sign of death."

When the clerk heard that his words were recognized, he grinned at Allen.

But Harry was still staring at the cover of the book; it showed a black dog as big as a bear, with glowing eyes. Strange, it looks so familiar...

He followed Alan to the Leaky Cauldron absentmindedly, not paying attention to the road, and bumped into several people in succession.

Alan calmly grabbed Harry's arm and returned to the Leaky Cauldron safely.

"Harry, I think we should have lunch..." Alan suggested, pointing to his stomach.

Harry nodded casually.

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

Tom hurried over and looked at Alan without any trace. After writing down Allen's needs, he bowed again and left in a hurry.

Allen looked at the other customers in the Leaky Cauldron:

A strange-looking little witch came from the country, carrying a basket of shopping in her hands.

A seemingly frail wizard debates the latest article in Transfiguration Today.

The unkempt wizard, the noisy dwarf...

Another, who looked like an old witch, wrapped in a thick woolen coat with a balaclava, ordered a plate of raw liver.

The sun is shining brightly in the summer afternoon, and drinking cold juice under a parasol is really comfortable.