Malfoy was wandering around Diagon Alley while Lucius went to the Quidditch Boutique to place orders, and when he was at home, Lucius was surprised when he saw Malfoy's pile of gold gallons, and said, "Perfect for buying hearts, I think all the Slytherin students will appreciate you, well done, boy." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

As for why he didn't go along, wasn't a clerk cheated by him a few days ago?

He finally chose to go to the Leaky Cauldron Bar to kill his time, ordered a drink that suited his taste, and tasted it slowly, but the loud words of some people around him made him a little uncomfortable, they yelled excitedly, and from time to time they slapped the table with their hands, swearing, and seemed to be playing cards and gambling for money.

Estimating that the time was almost up, leaving a few silver sicos on the greasy wine table, Malfoy got up and walked out of the Leaky Cauldron, and walked towards the agreed Blotted Bookstore.

When he was still a long way from the bookstore, he saw a large crowd of people crowding outside the store, all wanting to enter. A large banner was pulled upstairs: Gilderoy Lockhart autobiography signed for sale from 12:30 to 4:30 p.m. this afternoon, and the crowd of onlookers was not only students, but also a large number of middle-aged women.

As he approached, there were more and more people around him, and most of the women's faces shone with excitement, and Lockhart sat behind his desk, surrounded by large photographs of himself all blinking at the crowd, showing dazzling white teeth. The real Lockhart wears a robe as blue as a forget-me-not flower, matching his blue eyes. The peaked wizard's hat is playfully crooked over a curly hair.

A short man was taking pictures of him, and it was clear that he was the darling of magazines and newspapers with his legendary experience and charming appearance.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, and Lockhart jumped up from his seat in surprise and shouted, "Isn't this Harry Potter?"

The crowd immediately made way for Lockhart, who rushed up and grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him to the front, and the audience erupted in applause, and the man who took the picture pressed the shutter even more frantically, as if the more he shone, the higher the salary.

Lockhart then gave Harry a copy of his book, and took the opportunity to announce that he would be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

There was even more enthusiastic applause and screams in the crowd, and most of them were women, whether they were young girls or middle-aged women, they almost all looked at Lockhart with admiration, handsome and golden, experienced legends, and now maybe have to add a teacher's halo of being a teacher.

"It's really unreasonable to be a brain-dead fan in any world. Seeing this, Malfoy just shook his head, and had no intention of exposing a certain embroidered pillow, he was not so idle, he silently squeezed into the crowd, bought the autobiography that could be called an "adventure" more than a textbook, and then withdrew from the crowd.

Suddenly, he heard what seemed to be a heated argument at the wall, and he hurried over to see the bookshelf overturned, and Lucius was fighting with another man with fiery red hair, mocking him for his poor character while taunting him for having used his living expenses to buy books for the next month.

"For the sake of my leisurely academy life, your plans should be frustrated, father. He sighed inwardly, and walked over to Lucius.

"Draco, come here, stay away from them, I feel a shame to breathe the same air as them. Lucius saw Malfoy walking towards him, and hurriedly shouted. He gasped, apparently having already had a fight with the other party just now, his neatly combed platinum-blond hair was already messy, and one eye was swollen, as if he had been smashed by a book.

As for his opponent, Arthur was no better, and his lips were broken.

Malfoy approached his father slowly, and said, "Father, didn't you always teach me to be good at all times, even if some people really couldn't stand it and we just ignored them, didn't you?"

"Draco, you must know that some barbarians are full of recklessness in their blood, and if you ignore him, he will also take the initiative to bump into him. Lucius said viciously.

"Father, did you buy this book for me? It's too broken, could it be some old wizard's experience?" Malfoy exclaimed, and took a worn-out book from Lucius's hand, the title on which seemed to be about to fall off: A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.

"We don't like some families who use all the old stuff, this book is the textbook of the little girl across from you, so let's give it back to them, or maybe they won't have enough money to live on next month, and maybe the Muggle couple next to them will be able to borrow a few of them." Lucius was sarcastic about the Weasleys.

"Say it again!" said Arthur, his neck stretched, his face flushed.

Lucius tilted his head to the side and shut his mouth to stop talking, apparently taking it as soon as he saw it.

Both sides were carried away by the rage, and no one noticed that Malfoy had secretly pulled a small notebook from the book. "Alright, that's it, you should be able to get through this year in peace. He couldn't help but think about it, and then handed the book to Ginny, sneering as he handed it over, "Cherish it, I think this book may become a Weasley family heirloom." The girl glared at Malfoy with her bright brown eyes as she took the book, showing her anger at the way they had behaved.

"Girl, I'm here to help you. Malfoy, who had been glared at innocently, didn't know what to do now.

"Let me see, oh my God, what's going on here?" Lockhart was also drawn over, and his mouth opened wide at the sight of the mess, apparently stunned by the chaos here. "Oh, Lucius, what's wrong with you? your eyes?" Lucius was silent, ignoring him, just silently picking up his serpentine cane. Soon his eyes stopped on Harry's body again: "Potter, we are so close, it has been less than five minutes since we last met, right?"

"Your hype skills and cheekiness are really amazing. Looking at the scene, Malfoy tried not to laugh out loud.

"Well, I think you must have had some misunderstanding during this time. "As a wizard who doesn't actually have any skills, but can get along in the wizarding world, Lockhart's ability to read words and emotions is also very strong, and the current tense atmosphere makes it easy for him to guess what is happening, and he hopes to persuade this dispute to be resolved, so that maybe he can make the headlines tomorrow again. For example, "Lockhart taught you how to resolve disputes"? Lockhart teaches you how to resolve conflicts"?"Interpersonal communication? No! What you need is Lockhart's charisma!" ？

Neither of them accepted his affection, and remained silent, and Lockhart did not feel embarrassed, he laughed a few times to himself, and then quickly called the clerk to put the bookshelves in order, and slowly passed through Lucius and Malfoy, and left the place as if nothing had happened, and returned to his seat, continuing to attract the maidens and women who were infatuated with him.

It was suddenly dark, not dark, it was Hagrid, his huge body almost blocking out all the light, and then his loud voice drowned out all the voices: "Spread out, gentlemen, spread out—"

He strode over.

"You shouldn't pay attention to him, Arthur," Hagrid nearly lifted him up as he reached out to smooth out Mr. Weasley's robe, "this guy is terrible, his child is even more insidious than he is." He bumped Harry with his thick arm, "Yes, Harry. Harry nodded, and Ron shook his head heavily, clearly agreeing with the statement.

"Draco, let's go. Lucius said to Malfoy, and limped out the door with his cane, as if his foot had been sprained. It's normal that the pampered middle class (or higher?) can't beat the embarrassed proletariat, isn't it?

"Yes, Father. Malfoy replied as he reached for the bookshelf behind him, only to find that there was nothing in between, and Malfoy's face suddenly changed, "What's going on?" he shouted in his heart.

It was impossible for Malfoy to keep the notebook in his hand just now, Lucius was likely to see it, and the others would be surprised, so Malfoy simply put it on the bookshelf behind him, and now he looked back and found that the diary was gone.

"This is not the wisdom and experience of the sages, whoever steals it back may really kill someone. He now wants to mourn for this thief a little bit, but also has some headaches, "It seems that there is no peace in any year." Malfoy couldn't help but think.

Once again, the plot is out of his grasp, first with the troll, where he spares Hermione and becomes a "victim" himself. This time, the diary that was supposed to be obtained by Ginny is gone, and Malfoy doesn't know what will happen in the end, thinking that this year may be able to be safer with his own foreknowledge, but igniting the fuse in a direction that is more difficult to predict.

"Self-inflicted. He sighed silently in his heart and thought, "For the sake of insurance, you can only pay a price." Even on the crowded road, he immediately pulled out a piece of paper from his body, the same yellowed paper covered with twisted handwriting last time, and then circled it after another entry, as if he was ready to start completing a certain plan.

"I wish I never had to use this backhand. As if thinking of something, a helpless smile appeared on his face. "But when the time comes, I won't hesitate. After the helpless smile, there was a face full of determination.

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In the bookstore, Hermione stared blankly at the book in front of her, unable to read even a word. She was stunned by the scene just now, the seemingly elegant man was Malfoy's father, but his words were so unbearable, she felt for the first time a pure-blood wizard's malice towards a "Muggle" blood wizard, and the vicious words stabbed her heart madly. Later, she saw Malfoy again, and she wanted to say hello to him, asking about the spell and reminder written on the note, and about the House Cup, but she couldn't say a word. He and him at school seemed to be two people, which made Hermin feel an indescribable sense of alienation and strangeness.

"Which side is the real him?" she couldn't help but ask herself, but found that her heart was even more confused, and she couldn't get any answer.

"Hermione, it's time for us to go. The Granger couple said that the family was going back to the Muggle street on the other side of the city, and that they didn't have Floo fans like wizards, so they had to leave early. After a brief farewell to the Weasleys, the Granger family stepped out of the bookstore.

"I'm sorry, I also want to ask them what the bus station is like. Arthur muttered.

"You'd better mind yourself first!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a piece of paper.

"I thought wizards were as friendly as the Weasleys, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Walking down the street, Mr. Granger said slowly, "Look at the platinum-haired man just now, tsk, it's really unbearable. ”

Hermione nodded numbly, not knowing if she had heard it.

"I'm curious about Floo.com, how amazing a wizard's life is. Mr. Granger didn't want to dwell too much on the subject, so he shifted the subject and began to talk about wizarding life, just as Arthur was interested in Muggle life, he was also interested in wizarding life.

This is an enlightened couple.