Hearing Alan's words, Harry suddenly felt that the professor of magical protection at Hogwarts might have a common language with Hagrid.

Harry pulled his book list out of his pocket and took a good look at it for the first time.

It is clearly written: The textbook for the protection of magical beasts class - "The Monster Book of Monsters".

Harry then understood why Hagrid said it would come in handy.

He breathed a sigh of relief, he had been worried that Hagrid would ask him to help deal with some kind of scary new pet.

Alan stood in front of the iron cage and watched the books fight with interest.

The manager of the Blotted Bookstore stepped forward in two steps in three steps.

"Hogwarts?" he asked abruptly, "to buy new textbooks?"

"yes. Alan nodded.

Harry nodded, his textbooks hadn't been bought yet.

"I need—" Harry was pushed aside by the manager before he could finish his sentence.

"Get out of the way. The manager said impatiently.

He put on a pair of thick gloves, picked up a large crutch covered with knots, and walked towards the cage door of the "Yokai Book of Youkai".

"Two books!" the manager's mood broke down a little, "I've been bitten five times this morning-"

"Wait," Harry said quickly, "I already have that kind of book." ”

"Really?" the manager suddenly looked relieved, "Thank goodness Merlin for blessing." ”

The manager's exaggerated expression made Alan and Harry laugh.

"I need this book though. Alan couldn't help but smile and said, "Actually, you just have to-"

Before Alan could finish speaking, a loud thud pierced the air.

The two "Yokai Books of the Yokai" grabbed the third book and tore it in half.

"Stop, stop!" shouted the manager, stabbing his crutch into the cage and tapping the books to separate them.

"I'm not going to buy them anymore, never again! What a mess! That time we bought two hundred copies of The Invisibility Book of Invisibility - it cost a lot of money, and then we didn't find a single shadow...... I thought it couldn't be any worse......"

The manager opened the cage door and slapped back the swarming "Yokai Books" with a wooden stick.

"Ahh

The manager's stick fell to the ground at once, and the "Yokai Book of Monsters" pushed me to the ground trying to squeeze out of the cage.

Alan quickly struck, grabbed the two books that escaped with lightning speed, threw them into the cage, and then "snapped" and closed the cage door.

"Where is this "Yokai Book of Yokai", this is a Yokai!"

The manager desperately slapped the book with his other hand, biting his shoulder.

But no matter how hard he tried, the book would not let go.

Harry tugged at the spine of the book, trying to rip it off the manager's shoulder, only to be met with an even louder cry of pain.

When the manager's face turned pale with pain and Harry was overwhelmed and blindly beaten, Alan struck.

Alan gently stroked the spine of its book, and in an instant, the Book of Monsters of the Monsters fell from the manager's shoulder to Allen's hand.

Its sharp teeth came together and fell silent in Alan's hands.

After healing the wound on his shoulder with a spell, the manager looked terrified.

"What spell did you cast on him?" the manager looked eagerly at Alan.

"No spells required, it's easy. Alan said as he demonstrated it to the manager.

"You just have to gently stroke its spine and it will be quiet. ”

The monster book in Alan's hand shook comfortably, and the manager and Harry took a step back in fright.

But the book lay quietly in Alan's hand, with no sign of an attack.

"It's so easy!" said the manager, looking dazed.

With the selfless help of Alan and Harry, the "Monster Book of the Monsters" in the cage was quickly and quietly placed on the shelf.

The manager specially arranged for a clerk to stroke the spine from time to time.

"Thank you so much!" the manager retrieved all the textbooks Alan and Harry needed, and insisted that they would not be charged.

"Your solution is not just me, but all the little wizards who came to buy this book. The manager smiled all over his face, glad that he would not be bitten by a book again.

"Alan, it's amazing that even the bookstore manager doesn't know how to subdue the book, but you know how to subdue them. ”

Harry held his new textbook in his hand with adoration.

"Just a little bit of it. Alan smiled faintly and walked out quickly.

Because he stumbled upon another book on display on the small table: "Death Omen: What to Do When You Know Doom Is Imminent".

He didn't want his friend to spend his days thinking about some signs of death.

But Harry had seen it!

Harry stopped abruptly, staring at the book.

"Oh, I wouldn't have read that book if I had changed. The clerk at the bookstore standing next to him said lightly, "After reading it, you can see the signs of death everywhere, and it is enough to scare people to death." ”

"That's right, it's the scariest thing to scare yourself. Alan nodded in agreement, "After reading it, you may be hinted in your heart that everything you see becomes a sign of death." ”

When the clerk heard that his words were agreed, he grinned at Alan and smiled happily.

But Harry was still staring at the cover of the book: a black dog the size of a bear with shining eyes.

Strange, it looks so familiar...... He absentmindedly followed Alan towards the Leaky Cauldron Bar, not paying attention to the road, and hit several people in a row.

Alan quietly grabbed Harry's arm before returning to the Leaky Cauldron in peace.

"Harry, I think we can have lunch. Alan suggested.

Harry nodded nonchalantly.

As soon as he enters, Alan notices Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

Tom hurried over and looked at Alan without a trace.

After noting Alan's needs, he bowed again and hurried away.

Alan looked at the other patrons in the Leaky Cauldron:

A strange-looking little witch from the countryside carrying a basket of purchased things.

The sorcerer, who looks weak, debates the latest article in Transfiguration Today.

Raunchy wizards, noisy dwarfs......

There was also a man who lived like an old witch, wrapped in a thick woollen coat with a balaclava helmet hat, and asked for a plate of raw liver.

The sun was shining brightly on a summer afternoon, and when Alan and Harry sat under an umbrella outside the bar and drank cold juice, Alan thought it was the most comfortable thing to do on a summer day.