Hogwarts Homecoming

It had been a while since Harry had been frightened like this!

He had just crouched and followed Malfoy into the tent. Before he had time to take a look at what Bojinbok, a store specializing in selling dark magic items, had become, he was greeted by Draco's gray eyes. Confused eyes.

Discovered?

Harry, whose scalp was numb, was half-crouching at the door like this, not daring to move.

Was it because when he rushed in just now, the wind lifted the invisibility cloak and allowed Malfoy to see the clues, or was it because of some other reason?

Harry pursed his lips tightly and looked nervously. Judging from the angle of his gaze, he was indeed looking at Malfoy.

However, Harry soon realized that he had not been discovered.

Malfoy's eyes were indeed pointed in this direction, but his eyes were focused behind him

The few seconds of silence felt like a century.

But luckily, Malfoy didn't do anything. He just trembled his eyelids, then turned around and walked back into the store.

call--

Harry gasped subconsciously, but then he came to his senses and quickly covered his mouth.

Glancing behind him, Harry immediately understood what had aroused Malfoy's suspicion.

Because he inevitably touched the curtain when he first broke in, the arc of the curtain swing was obviously too large——

Malfoy was more alert than expected.

Harry felt awe-struck and became increasingly cautious.

As before, the products displayed in this store are not so decent at first glance:

Withered human hands, blood-stained playing cards, human bones of various shapes, and magical instruments exuding an ominous atmosphere.

These things made Harry feel sick.

Mr. Borgin is obviously not as generous as the goblins of Gringotts or most of the shopkeepers in Diagon Alley, and his makeshift tent is much more cramped than his shop in Knockturn Alley.

The way to the counter is filled with jingling objects, and having been here more than once with his father, he certainly knows that if you don’t fully understand things related to black magic, then don’t touch it.

He turned sideways, walked carefully through the narrow passage, came to the counter, and shook the bell on the counter.

"Ah, isn't this Master Malfoy?"

A hunched man emerged from nowhere, stroking his shiny hair back with his hands, and then said earnestly,

"You and your father haven't visited my shop for a while. Is he okay?"

A withered head placed on the top of the display cabinet made a terrifying and weird laugh from time to time. In order to hear it more clearly, Harry held his breath and also approached the counter sideways, and then stopped at a safe distance.

"My father is not your concern, Borgin--"

I don’t know why, Draco’s face turned pale as if he was stimulated, and he stared at Bo Jin coldly.

"Of course, I don't mind telling you that he is fine now. Maybe you heard some rumors from somewhere, but I want to tell you, they are all lies!"

Something's wrong with Malfoy's dad?

Harry kept this in mind and planned to share the good news with Ron and Hermione later.

"Of course, of course -"

Mr. Borkin smiled humbly,

"No one with a brain would believe it. I have always believed that your father is the one who deserves the most trust."

Bo Jin wiped cold sweat from the bottom of his heart. When the 'little bastard' in front of him had a stern expression, he actually felt a strong threat from him!

For some reason, Borgin's flattery did not gain Malfoy's trust. Standing more than ten feet away, Harry could detect the cold air radiating from Malfoy's body.

"What kind of garbage are you holding in your hands?"

Draco didn't want to dwell on this topic endlessly, so his eyes naturally fell on the tray in Borgin's hand.

On the wooden shelf inside the glass cover on the tray was a necklace that Harry couldn't describe. It was brass-colored, but very dull.

There's no doubt this stuff is dangerous.

Because when Borgin was talking to Malfoy, he always paid attention to the tray in his hand, as if he was afraid that the necklace would slip off the wooden display stand.

"Oh, you mean this necklace?"

Bo Jin asked knowingly, with a smile as smooth as his hair.

"This is not for sale, Master Malfoy."

"Not for sale?"

Draco's lips curled into sarcasm,

"Why?"

"Because it is too dangerous, Master Malfoy. If the person who owns this necklace wants to take someone's life, it would be the easiest thing to do. But you know, I always don't want to cause too much trouble. If someone dies under it, In my hands, the ministry will be able to find me sooner or later."

Seeing that Draco had been attracted by the necklace, Bojin's cloudy eyes flashed with pride.

"I spent a lot of money to buy it from a foreign wizard. I planned to put it on display in the store to prove the strength of my old store."

"You mean it can kill people?"

Draco narrowed his eyes.

There was a trace of disdain in Harry's heart under the invisibility cloak, and even he could tell that this oily old guy with a hunchback was using his words to push up the price of this thing.

"Oh, with all due respect, Master Malfoy, your question is an insult to this precious work of art!"

Bo Jin opened his mouth exaggeratedly,

"Even if a young and powerful fire dragon encounters it, there will be no chance of survival!"

Draco bent down and carefully observed the necklace inside the glass cover.

It's hard to say whether this thing can kill a fire dragon, but he can indeed feel a fatal threat from this necklace.

"very good."

Malfoy nodded.

Malfoy wants to kill someone. Who does he want to kill? !

Under the invisibility cloak, Harry's heartbeat quickened. He pricked his ears, not daring to miss a word.

"But since it's not for sale, forget it."

The words that came out of Draco's mouth surprised Harry and Mr. Borkin.

Bo Jin was already prepared for this little bastard to ask about the price, but to his surprise, it was a false shot!

"Oh, Master Malfoy, actually. Well, I mean, it's not non-negotiable. If the price is right--"

Unexpectedly, little Malfoy acted out of common sense. Borgin's lips twitched in embarrassment and he said with a smile.

"Okay, Bo Jin, put this thing away and stay away from me."

Draco seemed to have really lost interest. He stopped looking at the necklace.

"I have something else to ask you."

The frustrated Bo Jin had no choice but to put the tray on the counter and asked respectfully,

"I will be at your service, Master Malfoy."

After pondering for a while, Malfoy looked at Borgin indifferently.

"Do you have anything here that can be used to pick the lock?"

unlock?

Harry's brows furrowed.

"Open the lock?"

This unexpected request made Mr. Bo Jin look surprised.

"You mean the keyhole in a door lock or a safe or something like that?"

Bo Jinran,

"This is not a difficult task, is it? Master Malfoy, if you want to open a lock and you don't have a key, I suggest you try the lock-picking spell. Its spell is Allah."

"Of course I know what the unlocking spell is, idiot!"

Malfoy said impatiently,

"But the spell only works on ordinary door locks, and the door I want to open has powerful magical protection. There must be

In this case, the unlocking spell won't work, right? "

Malfoy glared at Borgin sharply.

"I need something that can break the magic protecting the door lock without leaving any trace. Do you have any good recommendations?" (End of Chapter)