HP Approaches the Magic World

"Yes, that's right,"

Ginny said, "But the last time I looked for him, there was no doubt he was only one boy, not five.

What are those?"

She pointed to a large pile of tiny balls of pink and purple fluff that rolled around on the bottom of a cage, making a piercing scream.

"Pygmy cattails," George said, "micro cattails, we can't get them to reproduce quickly. And what's going on with Michael Corner?"

"I dumped him, he was a shameful loser."

Ginny said as she put a finger into the cage and looked at the dwarf cattails surrounding them, "They are so cute!"

"Yes, it is indeed lovable."

Fred reluctantly admitted, "But your boyfriends change a little too frequently, don't you?"

Ginny turned and stared at him, her hands on her lower back.

The angry look on her face was so much like Mrs. Weasley's that Harry was surprised Fred didn't flinch.

"You don't have to worry about my affairs.

besides,"

At this time, Ron suddenly appeared next to George with a bunch of merchandise in his arms. She shouted angrily at Ron, "Please don't spread rumors about me in front of the two of them!"

"?"

Ron looked confused and at a loss, looking at his sister inexplicably.

But George and Fred knew it and came to the rescue.

"A total of three Galleons, nine Sickles, and one Nat,"

Fred looked carefully at the large and small boxes in Ron's arms and said, "Pay."

"I'm your brother!"

"What you took is our stuff. Three Galleons, nine Sickles, and Nat is free for you."

"But I don't have three Galleons or nine Sickles!"

"Then you'd better put the things back and remember not to put them on the wrong shelf."

Ron threw away a few boxes, cursed, and made a rude gesture towards Fred. Unfortunately, Mrs. Weasley appeared at this moment and saw it.

"If I see you do that again, I'm going to say a curse and glue your fingers together."

"Mom, can I buy a dwarf cattail?" Ginny immediately asked.

"What?" Mrs. Weasley said warily.

"Look, how cute they are..."

Mrs. Weasley walked over to look at the dwarf bushes, and Harry, Ron and Hermione could clearly see what was happening outside the window. They saw Draco Malfoy walking hurriedly down the street alone.

As he walked past Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, he turned to look.

In a few seconds he passed the window. They lost sight of him.

"I wonder where his mother has gone."

"It looks like he dumped his mother."

"But why?"

Harry said nothing.

He was thinking nervously that Narcissa Malfoy herself would definitely not want to let her precious son leave her sight.

Malfoy must have worked hard to get out of her control.

Harry knew and hated Malfoy very well, and he knew that nothing good would happen here.

He turned around and saw that Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were leaning over the dwarf bushes.

Mr. Weasley pondered a deck of Muggle playing cards with delight.

Fred and George were both busy attending to customers.

Outside the glass window, Hagrid stood with his back to them, monitoring the situation on the street.

"Quick, get in quickly."

Harry took out his invisibility cloak from his bag and said.

"Oh - is that okay, Harry?"

Hermione looked hesitantly towards Mrs. Weasley and asked.

"Hurry up!" said Ron.

She hesitated for a second, and then got under the invisibility cloak with Harry and Ron.

No one noticed their disappearance, everyone was attracted by Fred and George's merchandise.

Harry, Ron and Hermione squeezed out of the shop as quickly as possible, but by the time they reached the street, Malfoy had already disappeared as successfully as they had.

"He went in that direction."

Harry spoke in a low voice so as not to be heard by Hagrid, who was humming a little tune.

"Go quickly."

They hurried forward faster, paying attention to the shop windows and store doors on both sides of the street, until Hermione suddenly pointed forward.

"He's there, isn't he?"

She whispered, "Turn left?"

"What a surprise."

Malfoy looked around, then ducked into Knockturn Alley and disappeared.

"Quick, don't lose the target." Harry said, quickening his pace.

"Our feet will be seen!"

Hermione said worriedly as the hem of the Invisibility Cloak flapped around their ankles. It was now much more difficult for the three of them to hide under it than before.

"It's okay," Harry said impatiently, "Let's go!"

However, Knockturn Alley, a small street closely related to black magic, was deserted.

As they walked, they looked into the windows. It seemed that there were no customers in every shop.

Harry suspected that buying - or being seen buying - Dark Arts artifacts during this dangerous and suspicious time would give away one's identity.

Hermione gave his arm a hard squeeze.

"Ouch!"

"Shh! Look! He's in there!"

She whispered into Harry's ear.

The shop next to them now was the only shop Harry had ever visited in Knockturn Alley: Borgin and Burke's Dark Magic Shop, which specialized in selling all kinds of sinister and ominous things.

Sure enough, among the boxes filled with skeletons and old bottles, Malfoy stood with his back to them, right behind the big black cabinet.

In order to avoid Malfoy and his father, Harry once hid in that big cupboard.

Judging from Malfoy's gestures, he was talking enthusiastically.

The owner, Mr. Borgin, a man with shiny hair and a stooped figure, was standing in front of Malfoy.

The expression on his face was strange, mixed with resentment and fear.

"If only we could hear what they're saying!"

"all right!"

Ron said excitedly, "Wait - damn -"

He fumbled with the largest box and dropped the two boxes he was still holding on the floor.

"Telescopic ears, look!"

"marvelous!"

Ron untied the flesh-colored strings and began to stretch them under the crack of the door, "I hope this door has not been tampered with..."

"No!"

Ron said happily, "Listen!"

They put their heads together and listened intently to the ends of the string. Malfoy's voice came out clearly, as if a radio was turned on.

"Do you know how to fix it?"

"Maybe," said Borgin.

Judging from his tone, he seemed unwilling to make a clear stance.

"But I need to take a look first. Why don't you bring it to the store?"

"I can't," said Malfoy, "it must stay where it is. You just have to tell me how to fix it."

Harry saw Borgin lick his lips nervously.

"I haven't seen it with my own eyes. I'm afraid it's hard to tell clearly. There may be nothing that can be done. I can't guarantee anything."

"cannot?"

Malfoy said, and Harry could tell from his tone that he was sneering: "Maybe this will make you more confident."