"Sold out. It wasn't until he had finished smoking the whole pipe that the old man replied weakly in his hoarse voice.

"Isn't that it?" Malfoy picked up a book at random, then pinched a few shiny golden coins into it and handed it to the old man.

The old man took the book, and seemed to weigh it unintentionally, and then the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, revealing a fairly satisfied philistine smile,

"Okay, come in, it's the door on the left, go straight ahead, slippery outsider. The old man's scrutinizing gaze flashed over Fleur and Malfoy's bodies, and soon returned to its languid, decadent form, smashing his mouth and smoking his pipe long since he had been smoked.

"Remember to be more restrained, these days have not been very peaceful. He reminded.

"Yes, sir. Malfoy walked into the dilapidated newsstand, followed by Fleur.

The imaginary "crunch" sound was not heard, and the contact between the iron door and the door frame was quite smooth, without a trace of rust, and the door was automatically closed after both of them walked inside.

Behind the narrow door, it seems to be connected to another world, which seems to reproduce the prosperity of the Champs-Elysées in the outside world, and adds some magical and strange atmosphere.

At this moment, what appeared in front of the two of them was a wide, long street paved with stones, and at a glance, there was no end in sight.

A polished silver street sign reads "Bazaar of Fraudsters" and reads succinctly in small print underneath: "Only the foolish are deceived, and greed makes fools, and wise and restrained wizards will achieve their desires here." ”

Of course, even though it's a black area that's not very protected by law, it's just as orderly as the squalor and messy of Tumbledown Alley, with long green vines lining both sides of the road, and more unnamed flowers, dancing in the breeze, with the occasional petal scattering and the fragrance of flowers.

In front of many potted plants, there are a few squatting old wizards, wearing old-fashioned lenses, reading thick books with the help of sunlight, looking completely lacking the temperament of wizards, rather like professors and old pedants in Muggle society.

The communication between wizards and Muggles seems to be more in-depth in France, and the ultimate philosophical thinking about life and death, whether it is a wizard or an ordinary person, should be the same, it should be said that the more powerful the wizard, the more thorough and clear the study of philosophy, which is also an important reason for the strong literary atmosphere here.

Much like the Champs-Élysées in the outside world, there are also many wandering entertainers dressed in tattered wizards' robes, holding all kinds of strange-looking musical instruments in their hands, and playing beautiful music of different styles.

One of the most eye-catching is a wanderer who plays a horn, and the wand in his hand is hollowed out into a hollow horn, and the body of the wand is completely hollowed out and hollowed, flexible and bent, with an intoxicating nature.

Not to be outdone, the performer next to him used his wand as a drum stick and struck the white leather drum in front of him, producing an uplifting and passionate music.

Muggle instruments came into the hands of this group of French wizards and were prescribed many new and interesting uses.

The further you walk down the street, the more you see the stalls with strange magic props, full of art and ornamentation.

For example, a dancing music box is made into a human form, dancing on the carpet to the high-pitched rhythmic music, and the dance stops to a spell by the stall owner, making it look like an ordinary puppet.

Another example is a pocket broomstick made of corn stalks, on which leprechauns or elves are controlled, parked in mid-air, and bargaining with customers.

"I've lived here for so long, I never knew there was a place like this. Fleur was amazed and looked around curiously.

She crouched down and stopped curiously in front of a stall.

The stall owner is a very kind-looking old woman.

"Beautiful young lady, would you like to pay two silver nets for this magical bunch of yarrow, and test your fate with this gentleman?" the old witch saw that Fleur was interested in her goods, and could not help but make a big splash.

This is the rarest type of yarrow, which can be used for divination on love and marriage, and astrologers often drink a cup of yarrow tea to enhance their perception before observing the stars. The witch lifted her black horned hat and said courteously, "And my yarrow, as soon as you cut the stem, will reveal the first letters of your future partner's last name. She seduced.

Fleur looked at the seemingly ordinary yarrow in front of her with some excitement, but she was not sure whether what she said was true or false.

"Old woman, you are talking to people again, you don't know how many hallucinogenic potions you have added to the yarrow, once it is cut, the smell is sucked in by this girl, I am afraid that the name of your sweetheart will be revealed, and what is the first letter. Just as Fleur's heart was moved, the rest of the stall merchants shouted with laughter and debunked her deception.

Fleur's enthusiasm immediately cooled, and she quickly stood up and left in disgust.

"Draco?" she saw that Malfoy was still waiting for her not far away, so she rushed over immediately.

"If you don't mind, you can just keep wandering outside, I might need some time. Malfoy stood in front of a dusty façade, planted with lush green potted plants to the left and right, and strong vines even wrapped around a silver basswood plaque with a few crooked French letters carved directly above the façade.

"There's nothing to see out there. Fleur shook her head, feeling a fair amount of disgust for the market right now.

"Sepharo Persian Wand Shop?" Fleur looked up and whispered the name of the shop on the plaque in a pearlescent voice.

The two looked inside the store, a tall and stout middle-aged man was holding a chicken feather blanket and cleaning the glass cabinet inside, not using magic, as if enjoying the pleasure of cleaning.

"Very few people come to me to buy wands, it's a rarity. The man laughed heartily.

He took the initiative to walk out the door to greet Malfoy and Fleur.

"Oh, foreigners, sure enough, most locals know the reputation of my shop, and they don't want to come. As soon as he saw the two of them, the man began to chatter, as if he had seen something new.

"I can understand that his business is so bad. Fleur muttered to Malfoy.

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