Promotion and salary increase start at Hogwarts

"Fortunately, I got the inside information from Professor Luo Cheng. I have already bought some Gilderoy Lockhart books in advance, but there are only two sets in total."

Mrs. Weasley looked a little worried, "Ginny will also go to school this year. Counting Ginny, we have to buy five sets of Lockhart's books. We are still short of three sets, so it is still a bit tight."

"I think we will find a way. We can go to Diagon Alley again."

Mr. Weasley looked very confident, "I think some of Ginny's things can be bought second-hand, and I'm sorry Ron, but the new wand I promised you may have to wait a while."

"Okay." Ron looked a little sad.

"Then without further ado, let's go to Diagon Alley and have a look. Other students and parents may also go there to buy used books. If we go there late, we can only buy new books."

Mrs. Weasley lifted a flowerpot from the kitchen mantelpiece and looked into it.

"Not much, Arthur," she sighed, "I have to buy some today...well, guests come first! Harry, you come first!"

She brought the flower pot to him.

Harry was stunned and everyone looked at him.

"What should I do?" he asked stammering.

"He never flooed," said Ron.

"He's fine, Mum." Fred said, "Harry, let's see what we do first."

He picked up a handful of sparkling powder from the flower pot, walked to the stove, and threw the powder into the flames.

With a roar, the fire turned green and rose higher than Fred. He walked straight into the fire, shouted "Diagon Alley!" and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"You must say these words clearly, child," Mrs. Weasley said to Harry, and George also put his hand into the flowerpot. "Don't go through the wrong door on the way out."

"Don't go wrong?" Harry asked nervously, and the flames roared up and swept George away.

"Close your elbows," Ron taught him.

"Close your eyes," said Mrs. Weasley, "there's soot—"

"Don't move," said Ron, "or you might fall out of the other oven door—"

"But don't panic. Don't come out too early. Wait until you see Fred and George."

A group of people introduced their experiences to Harry, but they talked too much and Harry felt that he couldn't remember it at all. Harry, who was driven away, could only reach out for a pinch of Floo powder and walked to the edge of the flame. He took a deep breath.

He took a breath, sprinkled the powder into the fire, and walked forward. The flames were like a blast of hot wind. He opened his mouth and immediately took a big mouthful of hot cigarette ashes.

"Across One Corner Alley," he coughed.

He seemed to be sucked into a huge socket. His body seemed to be spinning rapidly, and the whistling in his ears was deafening. He tried desperately to open his eyes, but the swirling green flames made him feel dizzy. There was nothing hard about it.

Something hit his elbow, and he clamped his arms tightly, still turning and turning. He squinted through the lenses and saw a series of furnace doors flashing past vaguely, and he could vaguely catch a glimpse of the fire outside the fireplace.

room, he quickly closed his eyes, praying to stop quickly, and finally he fell face down on the cold stone ground, feeling that his glasses were broken.

He was dizzy, his skin was bruised, and he was covered in soot. He climbed up carefully and raised his broken glasses to his eyes. He was alone, but he didn't know where he was. He seemed to be standing in a spacious

And in front of the stone fireplace of the dim wizard's shop - this is nothing like Diagon Alley.

On the mat in a glass box next to it, there is a withered human hand, a stack of blood-stained playing cards and a dull glass eyeball. A ferocious mask stares down on the wall, and various items are placed on the counter.

Human bones and rusty tooth-like instruments hung from the ceiling.

Harry's nose was burning and he felt dizzy and just wanted to leave here, but he didn't expect two people to appear outside the door. One of them was the person Harry least wanted to meet at the moment: Draco Malfoy. Ah,

He couldn't let Malfoy see him lost, covered in soot and wearing broken glasses.

Harry quickly looked around and saw a large black cabinet on the left. He ducked in and closed the door, leaving only a small crack. A few seconds later, the bell rang and Malfoy walked into the store.

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The man behind him could only be his father, with such a pale pointed face and such cold gray eyes. Mr. Malfoy walked through the shop, looked lazily at the items on display, rang the bell on the counter, and then

Turning to his son, he said, "Don't touch anything, Draco."

Draco Malfoy was about to reach out and touch the glass eyeball when he said: "I thought you were going to buy me a gift."

"I mean I want to buy you a competition broom," his father said, tapping his finger on the counter.

"What's the point of buying a broom if I'm not a member of the house team?" Draco Malfoy said angrily, "Dumbledore chartered Harry Potter to represent Gryffindor House. He doesn't deserve it at all.

It's just because he's somewhat famous because he has a stupid scar on his forehead!"

"I want to remind you."

Mr. Malfoy was about to lecture his son when a hunched man appeared behind the counter.

"Ah, Mr. Borkin."

Mr. Malfoy was full of smiles, but his expression soon turned to astonishment.

"Do you actually have other guests here?"

"Mr. Malfoy, it is a pleasure to see you again. It is a great honor, and welcome, Master Malfoy. This guest is also a very important guest of mine. He has exchanged some very interesting collections with me."

Harry Potter, who was hiding in the cupboard, could see clearly that the other guest they were talking about was none other than Luo Cheng who was behind Mr. Borgin!

Why did he appear in this place?

"Then I'll come back later."

Mr. Malfoy clearly did not want to negotiate a deal with Mr. Borgin in the presence of anyone else.