Hogwarts Homecoming

Harry thought that with the pride of the Malfoys, they would leave immediately after seeing them.

And Narcissa's behavior was in line with his expectations.

"Let's go to another place, dear?"

Narcissa looked back and looked at her son.

"No need, Mom--"

Draco's response surprised Harry. He looked at Harry deeply, and did not respond to the hateful eyes of Harry and Ron. He just said softly, and then pulled his mother to a table a little further away and sat down.

Old Tom quickly brought lunch to the mother and son.

Needless to say, the Malfoy family's table manners, although it was just a shabby bar in a tent, the dining etiquette of the two was still impeccable.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, remained silent, and did not make further provocations.

The pleasant dining time was gone forever.

Harry and Ron drank butter beer dully, but their eyes were fixed on the Malfoys.

Narcissa must have felt the surveillance of the two Gryffindor wizards, but she did not warn them.

"Eat quickly, Draco, we have a lot of things to buy later--"

Draco didn't eat a few bites, and his spirit became a little dazed again. He stared at the kidney steak on the plate, motionless.

Seeing this, Narcissa reminded him, but Draco didn't start again, but put down his knife and fork.

He didn't use the napkin provided by the bar, but took out a handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket that showed off his figure and wiped his mouth,

"I don't have much appetite, Mom--"

After saying that, he threw the handkerchief on the table, and it seemed that he didn't intend to take it.

"Well, there's no harm in eating less, the things here may not be very clean--"

Narcissa looked at Draco's cheeks, which had become much thinner after a summer vacation, with pity,

"Let's buy everything as soon as possible, and then go home, I'll ask the kitchen to make some more of your favorite food--"

For some reason, Harry's face became colder.

Draco didn't express any concern for his mother, he just stared at the table with a heavy heart.

Draco didn't come back to life until his mother put down her knife and fork and wiped the corners of her mouth.

"Mom, I want to go around by myself later--"

"Alone?"

Narcissa frowned again, and her tone became tough.

"No, Draco, have you forgotten your father's instructions? He wants you to go home as soon as possible after shopping. It's not safe to hang out outside for too long now--"

"Hehe, I think the wizarding world is still very safe as long as there are no Death Eaters. What do you think, Ron?"

Harry didn't mind letting the Malfoys know that he was listening to their conversation. His sneer could be heard in half of the bar!

"You're right, Harry, some people just like to cry thief!"

Ron also cooperated. He rarely showed his tough side.

Faced with such a straightforward provocation from the two, the Malfoys finally had some reaction.

Narcissa glanced at Harry and Ron, and her eyes made Harry and Ron extremely annoyed as if she was looking at two uneducated "naughty children".

As for Draco, his expression also showed a bit of sinister.

If it was according to the habit of "early years", Draco would have flipped the table to take out his wand.

But this time, he just glared at Harry and Ron, and then helped his mother to stand up.

The two threw a few gold coins on the table, ignored Old Tom's smile, and did not fight back against Harry and Ron's ridicule, but just left the bar quickly.

The moment the curtain of the tent was opened, the sunlight shining into the bar flew across Harry's face, causing Harry to squint unconsciously.

"When did Malfoy show such "tolerance"?

Ron looked at the backs of the two disappearing behind the curtain, and first said what Harry was also confused about.

"Maybe he was worried that Professor Brain would settle accounts with him after the school started--"

Harry said, but he shook his head after he finished speaking.

Whether it was Professor Braine or Professor Dumbledore, they would not vent their anger on students just because their parents were Death Eaters.

It was more likely that Theodore Nott and the Greengrass sisters hated Professor Braine.

The fathers of these people all suffered in the Battle of Diagon Alley.

Greengrass was confirmed as a Death Eater and was wanted, and old Nott was even worse. He seemed to be the first Death Eater to be caught and thrown into prison after Voldemort's resurrection this time.

"It's always a guilty conscience--"

Ron said bluntly,

"If it were me, I wouldn't have the face to come to Diagon Alley. It's all thanks to them that this place has become like this!"

The rest of the topic of this lunch revolved around why Draco became so "humble".

The two denounced the countless crimes of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and the three words "Voldemort" that frequently came out of Harry's mouth scared away many guests.

Seeing this, Old Tom had to bite the bullet and come up to remind them to pay attention to the impact.

Realizing that they had become unwelcome guests, Harry and Ron had no interest in staying in the bar any longer. After paying the bill, they left.

"Where are we going next, Harry?"

Ron asked.

Standing at the door of the bar, the rammed earth street in front of the door was still bustling with people, a bit more lively than before.

Harry was also hesitant.

He and Ron had not yet replenished their new textbooks and potion ingredients, but he was not in the mood to do this for the time being.

During the last two meetings, Malfoy's unusual behavior was recalled in his mind. He always felt that Malfoy had encountered something, or was planning something.

"Oh, it's him--"

Coincidentally, just as he was thinking about Malfoy's various strange things, the curtain of Madam Malkin's robe shop across the street suddenly opened, and Malfoy hurried out of the tent.

He looked a little nervous, looked back at the tent a few times, and after confirming that no one was following him, he merged into the crowd on the street and quickly left.

"It seems that Malfoy has gotten rid of his mother--"

Harry looked at Ron and said meaningfully.

"You mean--"

What made Harry feel relieved was that Ron was not confused, and he understood what he meant at once.

"What is Malfoy planning to do behind his mother's back?"

Not only that, Ron also saw what Harry was planning to do, and he looked at Harry cautiously,

"You plan to follow and see. But Harry, you can't use the Disillusionment Charm like Hermione, right? Unless you bring--"

Harry had already taken out a storage bag from his robe pocket, and after groping in it for a few times, he found the target. Under Ron's astonished gaze, he smiled and slowly pulled out his Invisibility Cloak,

"Remember when I broke into the battlefield from St. Mungo's? Ron Hagrid told me at the time that unless I was at Hogwarts, I would never forget my Invisibility Cloak-- —"

"But."

When the time came, Ron seemed a little hesitant.

"What Malfoy wants to do has nothing to do with us, right, Harry. I know you are worried about whether he will be in..."

"Sorry, Ron, it is not safe for both of us to hide in the invisible cloak. We may be discovered--"

Harry interrupted Ron's suggestion and put on the invisible cloak neatly.

"You can go to Hermione first and tell her about the situation. I will bring you good news."

After that, Harry took a step and knocked away several wizards who blocked the way. He completely disappeared, leaving Ron standing in front of the tent of the Leaky Cauldron with a roll of his eyes.

It is not difficult to find Malfoy, who is walking hurriedly on the street without any forks.

Harry soon found Malfoy, who was striding forward with a clear purpose.

He followed Malfoy almost to the end of the rammed earth street.

Near the wilderness, although the tent shops here are also distributed on both sides of the avenue, they are not neatly arranged, but more messy. In some places, there are even five or six small black tents squeezed together.

When he got here, there were very few people on the street. Malfoy looked back cautiously, and when he found nothing unusual, he quickly rushed into a low black tent.

Harry woke up when the curtain fell.

He withdrew his eyes from the dark golden words "Boggin and Burke" on the door, and while the curtain was still shaking, he wrapped his invisibility cloak tightly and lowered his head to get into the tent. (End of this chapter)