It was a gloomy day, and despite the morning, the clouds were over, and the black clouds seemed to indicate that a rainstorm might fall at any moment, but the Malfoys went out early to make their way to their destination. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

They didn't go directly to Diagon Alley first, but came to an adjacent alley, which was different from the bustle of Diagon Alley, where the streets were deserted, dark and dirty, and Malfoy yawned and asked Lucius, "Father, what are we doing here? ”

"Take care of some minor hassles. Lucius said.

"Sell the stolen goods, sell the stolen goods, what do you do with such a tact. Malfoy couldn't help but laugh as he silently looked at the shops around him. One shop seems to have domesticated spiders, a large cage full of black spiders, dense legs and feet that make people look sick for a while, and another sells poisonous candles, and he doesn't understand what the actual use of this poisonous candle is, and he buys it to be given away for assassination?

Then they came to a shop called Bogin-Bock, which seemed to be the largest in the area, and on the opposite side of the shop there were shrunken human heads in the windows of one of them.

"Don't touch it when you go inside, of course, I know you're well aware of the dangers of those dark magic items, my child. Lucius reminded before entering the store.

"Of course, Father. Malfoy replied.

The two walked through the hall, and Lucius walked slowly to the counter and rang the bell on the counter. As Malfoy was scrutinizing the goods around him, he saw a shelf full of skulls, a mat in a glass case, a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained cards, and a dull glass eyeball. Hideous masks peering down the walls, various human bones on the counters, rusty toothed instruments hanging from the ceiling, seemed to be a deserted business, and most of the goods were covered in dust.

Soon, a hunched man appeared behind the counter, his hand running back his shiny hair.

The man spoke, and Lucius appeared to pull out a piece of parchment.

Malfoy didn't bother to listen to the bargaining between the two, and he continued to wander the store, surveying the goods around him.

After some haggling, the two finalized the final price.

"Oh, Master Malfoy, what would you like to buy?" the hunchbacked man walked over to Malfoy, the merchant was clearly more enthusiastic about selling goods than for acquisitions, and seeing that Malfoy seemed to be interested in them, Mr. Borgin began to sell them.

"Young Master, what do you think of this? Mr. Borgin picked up a withered man's hand on the mat and continued, "Stick a candle, and only the one who holds it will see the light! ”

"I don't think my son needs it. Lucius said coldly, "Last year he was the first year at Hogwarts, and I think he will definitely work in the Ministry of Magic in the future." ”

"Really?" said Mr. Borgin with an awkward smile, putting his withered hand back in its place, "And what do you need?" The man bent down flatteringly, and his already hunched body bent over again, making it feel like his head was about to touch the ground.

"I think this cabinet is good. Malfoy pointed to the right and pointed to a black cabinet perched against the wall.

"Oh, you're so discerning. Mr. Borgin exclaimed, but was interrupted by Lucius: "You say that to everyone, just say it, how much." Lucius didn't want to dwell too much on him.

"The number?" said Mr. Borgin with a few fingers.

"Huh. A sarcastic smile appeared on Lucius's pale face, and then he said unhurriedly, "Tomorrow, I'll wait for you at home to pick up the goods, and if you bring this cabinet, you may be able to take a look at the other things in my collection." ”

After a moment's hesitation, Mr. Borgin nodded and said, "Okay." No matter how fanciful he could say, he knew very well that at least for now, this cabinet was of little use, and it was better to exchange it for a little cheaper, and Lucius was obviously hinting that business could go further.

"Draco, let's go. At this moment, one of Lucius's feet had stepped out of the door.

"Mr. Borgin, may I ask you a question?" Malfoy said in a low voice.

"Of course, we're here to help. ”

"Do you know Tom? With that, Malfoy stared at Mr. Borgin tightly, not letting go of the slightest change in the expression on his face.

Mr. Borgin closed his eyes as if he were immersed in the memory, and soon he opened his eyes and said, "Of course, that is the best clerk I have ever met, and there is no one, but unfortunately he resigned later." His tone was tinged with regret. "How did you know about him?" he asked.

"I've seen his name in the school's mug showroom, and I've heard that he's worked in your shop, and he's really good. Malfoy said.

"You'll be better than him. Mr. Borgin said.

"I promise you. With that, Malfoy hurried out of the store and followed Lucius.

No one noticed that the chest, which had already been sold, seemed to shake a little.