Hogwarts Homecoming

If Malfoy had bought the necklace that old Borgin was trying to sell, Harry might not be so confused.

But, he wants Bo Jin to sell him a sharp tool for picking locks?

What does Malfoy want to do?

At this moment, Harry's brain started spinning crazily.

Instinctively, he thought of the door that occasionally appeared in his dreams during this summer vacation!

Since last summer, he had seen Voldemort and the Muggle caretaker whom Cleona had killed to subsequent glimpses of Voldemort.

Harry was absolutely certain that what he saw was real.

There was obviously something behind that unknown door that was of great concern to Voldemort.

But Voldemort couldn't go there in person, so he sent an order to Malfoy?

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, the more he thought about it, the more likely it became!

"You need. An instrument that can break the powerful protective magic."

From the troubled expression on Old Bojin's face, it is not difficult to guess that he obviously does not have such a treasure in his hand, but as a businessman, of course he cannot directly say such words that damage his reputation.

"I have indeed seen such alchemical equipment——"

The two eyeballs in old Borgin's shriveled eye sockets were spinning rapidly, just like Moody's magic eye.

"Have you seen it?"

Concern leads to chaos, Malfoy said in surprise,

"You have it here. Show it to me. No matter how much the price is, I will buy it!"

Old Bojin suddenly felt confident. He tried his best to stretch his hunchback, and his flattering smile became calm and composed.

"Of course I have, Master Malfoy. I personally have some channels. Some masters who are famous in the industry, oh, but I don't have the goods at the moment."

"Are you kidding me, Borgin?"

Draco's face immediately darkened, and his eyes flashed dangerously.

"Oh, how dare I tease you, my dear Master Malfoy!"

Old Bo Jin called out to Chong Tian Qu,

"Since you have demand for such items, you should know that each piece of this kind of appliance with special functions is expensive. Generally speaking, if the customer does not specify the need, I will not take the initiative to purchase it. That would Taking up too much of my funds!”

Harry watched old Borgin perform hard, and his heart suddenly moved.

An alchemical tool that can break through all kinds of defensive magic and open door locks.

He seems to have one thing here——

"If what you say is true--"

Draco stared at old Borgin suspiciously.

"If I need to customize one, how long will it take?"

"One month!"

Old Bo Jin, who expected this question, blurted out, but then he became embarrassed again.

"But, as I just said, it is necessary to invite those masters. I'm afraid, you have to pay some deposit. Otherwise, if the things are good but you don't need them anymore, my shop may not be able to afford that. loss"

Bo Jin rubbed his hands and smiled smoothly.

"one month"

This time did not seem to satisfy Malfoy, but after hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

"Okay, how much do you want for a month?"

"A deposit of five hundred Galleons, and you will pay another thousand Galleons upon delivery!"

Old Bo Jin's eyes were shining and he said without thinking.

Then, Harry witnessed the great wealth of the Malfoy family.

Malfoy directly threw out a money bag,

"Here is one thousand. If your thing satisfies me, I will give you another thousand, but if you dare to deceive me -"

Malfoy took a step closer and looked at the old Borgin with an unnatural smile.

"I'll make you pay dearly."

Seeing old Borgin wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and patting his chest to reassure himself, Harry knew it was time to leave.

He was sandwiched between the only path leading from the counter to the curtain, and he had to get out of the way or he would be in Malfoy's way.

Bang--

A sudden strange noise in the dark store drew Draco and Old Borgin's eyes to a large black cabinet in the middle of the passage.

Malfoy narrowed his eyes, his eyes dark.

"Perhaps it's just a rat, Master Malfoy."

Old Bojin looked over his head and said after a few glances.

"Remember the time you promised, Borgin."

Malfoy said one last word and walked towards the door.

Harry, who was grinning because of knee pain, breathed a sigh of relief because Malfoy didn't bother with anything. He waited at the entrance of the curtain, his back pressed against a glass cabinet with withered hands, trying to curl up.

Malfoy walked out of the tent without any doubt.

But this time, Harry didn't rush to follow him like when he came in, but waited against the glass cabinet.

"Bah, stupid little bastard!"

Seeing that there were no more footsteps outside the door, Old Bojin, who had been groveling for a long time, straightened up his chest and spat on the ground.

"You can only pretend to be clever, but you are far worse than your stingy father!"

Borgin snapped again, almost making Harry laugh.

Immediately afterwards, old Borgin walked back behind the counter. He couldn't wait to open the money bag that Draco had left on the counter, picked up a gold coin and admired it carefully in the dim light that penetrated the tent. A foodie who sees delicious food!

After a few minutes, old Borgin threw the gold back into his purse. He stuffed the money bag into his robe, ducked his waist as if he was a thief, and walked into the private space behind the counter.

Harry knew this was a good time to leave.

He tiptoed to the curtain, gently lifted a corner of the curtain, and then flexibly got out.

The bright light and the suddenly fresh air made Harry exhale comfortably.

What would Ron and Hermione say about what just happened?

Harry felt an urgent urgency in his heart, and he couldn't wait to share this with Ron and Hermione.

But just as he was about to take a step -

"Potter!"

The sudden call from behind made Harry's hair stand on end. Before he turned around, a gust of wind suddenly hit his ears, and then a layer of veil in front of his eyes was lifted, and his vision suddenly became clear!

Harry subconsciously wanted to shake out the wand on his sleeve, but the man behind him was prepared, and a wand against the back of his head made Harry's movements stiff.

"Turn around slowly, Potter--"

The warning voice behind him said,

"Don't even think about taking out your wand, unless you want to be in big trouble--"

Harry pursed his lips, and within a few breaths, his pounding heart had recovered its rhythm. He slowly turned around and looked at the frosty face,

"What can you do, Malfoy? We are not allowed to cast spells outside the school. If you dare to do it, you will be judged. Oh, gold is not so useful for the Ministry of Magic controlled by Minister Bones--"

Harry's threat did not work, Draco still pointed his wand at his nose, expressionless,

"Do you have to meddle in other people's business, Potter?"

Draco stared at the pair of green eyes, his tone faint.

"Normally not--"

Harry said without giving in,

"Unless you encounter some despicable, illegal conspiracy!"

"So--"

Draco narrowed his eyes. He was not as timid and guilty as Harry thought after the conspiracy was exposed. Instead, his eyes were uncertain.

"You heard everything, right? How much did you hear?"

Harry was about to answer, but suddenly realized that something was wrong and his eyes were suspicious.

"When did you find out about me, Malfoy?"

Humph--

Malfoy smiled coldly, and he raised the invisible cloak belonging to Harry in his hand.

"You think you can hide from my eyes with this, it's ridiculous, Potter, I don't think you learned anything from Professor Braine at all!"

Looking at Potter who was still a little confused, Draco was a little proud,

"Didn't you notice that this kind of ground will leave footprints!"

Harry's face suddenly darkened, and he wanted to slap himself twice.

He did make a mistake that he shouldn't have made.

The ground of Diagon Alley is now rammed earth, not cobblestones.

"In my opinion, you haven't learned anything from Professor Blaine, Malfoy--"

Although a little embarrassed, Harry still kept a straight face,

"When did he allow us to threaten others with the skills he taught us, and--"

Harry's eyes flashed,

"Professor Blaine probably didn't teach us to do petty thefts. What do you need the alchemical tools for unlocking, Malfoy? With the wealth of the Malfoy family, I'm afraid it's not necessary for you to be a thief, right?" (End of this chapter)