Mr. Borgin became frightened and a little puzzled by Mr. Malfoy's hint, and he could still recognize all the twenty-eight pure-bloods that existed among the wizards in the country, which were relatively noble, famous, and powerful. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

- Is this the one in front of you from the Santriel family, who has been in the limelight lately and has also cooperated with the Ministry of Magic?

Bo Jin lowered his head, silently wiped the fine sweat from the corners of his forehead, then changed into a smile, and bowed to Mr. Hornrell around the counter in a gesture of please, not at all like a hunchbacked man could do.

He may have kicked an iron plate today, and he didn't want to help, and he still wanted to use intimidation to drive the other party away - even if pure-bloods were less and less valuable, and the emaciated camel would always be bigger than the horse.

Without saying a word, Monsieur Santrill looked at the man in front of him - for whom today's events were a necessary wake-up call - and that his return was not strong enough, and his sphere of influence was not influential enough.

If even Bojin and others can despise him, and want to achieve "self-contained and eternal neutrality" and continue the glory of the Santriel family, it is just a nice empty phrase.

Vio took a deep breath, then bent back in front of the fireplace before the people in the hall could make a move.

She grabbed the cold ashes from the furnace and sprinkled some of them onto her robe, and staggered out of the room, meeting the men who were walking inside.

One of them hurried forward and took her into his arms, needless to say, Mr. Santriel.

He quickly let Vio go, and carefully examined her back and forth, his deep eyes staring at her, and his anxious expression finally calmed down. "Vio, you're okay, great. ”

"・・・・・・ I suppose it may have been because I swallowed a little soot in the stove that I didn't pronounce the words 'Diagon Alley' clearly," vio explained uneasily.

Mr. Sontrell smiled strangely, stroked her head with his thick palm, and whispered, "No, it's not your fault, it's someone who didn't report it and tried to kidnap you." Lucius can testify. ”

He and Mr. Malfoy looked at each other, who understood, and they both looked meaningfully at Mr. Burkin, who was almost petrified—he could understand the unkindness of what was being said, and it was evident that he would pay the price for the obstruction he had begun to produce by laziness and ignorance.

The question is, can he really afford it?

Vio realized that there was something strange about these words, but before she could ask, she saw Draco curiously walking towards the black vanishing cabinet where Harry was hiding, and with only a few steps left, he had reached for the door to pull open.

Vio hurriedly said, "Dad, did you ask Draco to bring a book list?"

When Draco heard his name, he turned around and saw Vio's dark crystal-like eyes staring straight at him, and most of his curiosity about the Vanishing Cabinet was instantly dissipated.

He moved closer to Vio, who had a lot of dust and didn't look very good, and stood quietly beside Mr. Malfoy.

"--Haven't had time to ask, sweetheart. In the face of your safety, the book list does not exist. Now, let's go and start the necessary itinerary for today. ”

Mr. Santriel stood up, straightened Vio's robes, and nodded to Mr. Malfoy, and the two slowly walked out side by side, gracefully and carelessly, as if strolling through a banquet to receive greetings from those around them.

Draco and Vio followed, and for some reason, Vio looked at his father's back from behind, feeling different from the man who had just entered Borgin's shop.

She glanced back at Mr. Borgin one last time, who was sitting on the ground, covering his face.

After exiting the store, Vio looked around the neighborhood and saw a dirty alley lined with shops that seemed to be full of black magic.

The Borgin Burke shop, which she had just come out, was the largest in Tumbledown Lane. The one across from it seemed even more terrifying, with some shrunken heads on display in the window.

Across the two facades, a large cage is crawling with huge black spiders.

As the four of them passed through a dark doorway, two ragged wizards stared at Vio and Draco and whispered with longing in their eyes.

Vio felt a chill.

But Draco arranged his robes exaggeratedly, quickly drawing Vio's attention to himself.

As they reached the end of the long winding alley, Vio saw an old wooden plaque that was about to rot but had been scrawled and painted, with a few words engraved on it: 1 Tumbledown Lane.

Vio was overwhelmed by the oppressive darkness and quickened his pace. The moment she passed under the wooden sign, she breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that the sunlight was shining again, which was comforting.

A large figure obscured the sunlight shining on her, and Vio raised her head, Hagrid's trademark beard almost hanging down to her head.

"Hey, vio, how was the summer vacation, isn't it? And you, Slytherin boy, what are you two doing all this way around Tumbledown?" Hagrid didn't notice Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Santrill walking side by side in front of him, and greeted Vio and Draco in a rough voice.

Draco pursed his mouth in surprise, looking unusually serious.

He probably didn't expect to meet Hagrid here, let alone remember him. He looked ahead at his father and Mr. Santriel, who had noticed that they had stopped, and hesitated to speak.

Mr. Santrill and Mr. Malfoy had turned back to the half-giant, and it was Hagrid's turn to be a little dazed.

He touched his head, looking a little embarrassed by Mr. Malfoy's cold, malicious gaze.

"Hagrid, this is my father, Dad, this is Hogwarts' key keeper and hunting ground keeper, and it's our-" Vio pronounced the word "we're good friends with Draco at Hogwarts." He took good care of us. ”

Mr. Santrill immediately and gently saluted Hagrid, thanking him for his care of Vio and Draco at the school.

Mr. Malfoy snorted through his nostrils inconspicuously and turned to the side, as if he didn't quite want to see the scene.

Hagrid was a little flattered, and the rude half-giant thought for a moment, and bowed uneasily, hoping that Mr. Sontrell wouldn't have to tilt his neck too long to talk to him.

"I thought - the two of them came on their own - you know, Tumbledown Alley isn't a place for kids - it's all dirty black magic and dirty deals—" Hagrid said, rubbing his hands.

Mr. Malfoy's face changed. Draco cleared his throat loudly.

Vio hurriedly said, "Hagrid, I accidentally said the wrong name today, I missed a few furnace doors in the Floo Net, and then Dad came to me-"

"・・・・・・" Hagrid waved his hand and didn't say anything, but his beard kept shaking and shaking in front of his chest, as if a gust of wind was blowing around him.

Mr. Santrill and Hagrid spoke a few more words, and they parted.

Hagrid shook his hand at Vio and Draco, "See you at Hogwarts!" and strode into Tumbledown Alley, a head and a shoulder above everyone on the street, and Mr. Santrill looked at his back for a moment, as if he thought that this man had his own character, and that he was not bad.

vio They continued to walk forward, and she saw a snow-white marble building in the distance.