The man strode over to Mr. Malfoy's side, and then stopped, not paying any attention to Mr. Malfoy's uncontrollable eyes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Instead, he patted him on the shoulder and said directly to Mr. Bokin, who was a little overwhelmed behind the counter: "I take the liberty to disturb you, sir, your Floo Network has been here recently, today, has anyone been here?"

Vio immediately felt a headache when he heard his voice. Merlin, let's keep things simple, okay.

She knew that Mr. Sontrell would go after her, but she didn't expect him to find Tumbledown Alley so quickly.

Mr. Borgin looked at the man in front of him with his shrewd eyes that belonged to a merchant: a decent wizard's robe, of a very good texture, and a fabric that was soft and unnecessarily thick, comparable to Mr. Malfoy's velvet silk wizard's robe.

And he knew Mr. Malfoy, who spoke in a way and had a stand.

So, another contrived aristocrat who has a lot of money to spend on clothes?

Mr. Borgin sneered inwardly, but did not show snubbing in his tone, "Probably not." I only have one customer today, and that is Mr. Malfoy next to you, and no one will come to my shop from Floo.com. ”

"Really, no? it can't be—I mean, Mr. Borgin, would you like to take a look?" the man's voice was anxious, and Mr. Malfoy, who had been watching the excitement for a long time, frowned.

"Cyril, could it be that VIO got lost from Floo Net?"

Mr. Santrill sighed, "Yes—"

"But, sir, my guests—they will probably come in the same way as you without an appointment. ”

Mr. Borgin seemed to be wasting his time: there had been a Mr. Malfoy selling to him, and now an inexplicable man had come to him looking for someone—come on, he was just a businessman!

"--Mr. Malfoy, you see, there's some poison on it that makes it look terrible - I can't take this in my shop. ”

Mr. Borgin still had a smile on his face, but his hand was already impatiently tapping on the glass on the counter, making a crisp "click" sound.

"You two, why don't you go to a tavern nearby for a drink and have a good talk—I'm afraid my shop is too small to help you with your problems." ”

Both Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Santrill sensed the contempt he meant, but Mr. Santrill insisted that Bokin look at the back of the fire to see if anyone had fainted or had just arrived.

"Be serious, Bogin, he's from the old House of Santril—"

Mr. Malfoy grimaced, and tapped his cane on the glass of the counter against which Borgin was leaning, trying to introduce the name of the Santrill family, but was interrupted by Mr. Santriel.

"That's nothing," said Mr. Sontreel, waving his hand, "not worth mentioning, and I beg you, sir, to take a moment to check it out for me, and if necessary, I will take care of the store for you for a while—"

"Poof," said Mr. Borgin, smug at his courtesy, and laughed mockingly, and became more and more convinced that the man in front of him had no real power, but was just a showman, and should not be heeded.

"There's always a first-come, first-served order, and I'm here to go—but we can't keep Mr. Malfoy waiting, so stand by for a while while Mr. Malfoy and I get down to business. ”

As he spoke, he turned to Mr. Malfoy, "You said that the ministry has stepped up the raids, and the ministry will not bother you." ”

Mr. Malfoy looked at Mr. Santriel, who gestured to him with a gesture of please.

So Mr. Malfoy pouted at the flattering smile on Bogin's face, and said, "Not yet." Malfoy's name still had a bit of prestige, but the ministry was getting more and more nosy.

"It's said that a new Muggle Protection Act is going to be introduced--needless to say, the scruffy fool Arthur Weasley, who loves Muggles the most—"

Vio heard a soft grunt from the cabinet next to him, presumably Harry was angry when he heard this.

Vio was a little embarrassed, she had wanted to wait for Mr. Malfoy and Draco to leave, and Harry would come out of the Vanishing Locker before pretending to meet him by chance and go with him, knocking on him about the Vanishing Locker by the way.

But seeing the present situation, Mr. Sontrell looked uneasily into the inner chamber - she might not have waited until then to go out early.

"Yes, sir, then it's settled, and I'll go to your house myself on Saturday. Is there anything else you need?" Bokin flatteringly pressed his hunchback down, and Mr. Malfoy shook his head in satisfaction, and the business was finally done.

"So--Mr. Bokin-" Mr. Santriel, who had been waiting for a long time, strode to the counter, but before he could finish speaking, Mr. Bokin immediately changed his face.

"You see, sir, my inner chamber is not closed either, and if anyone does come through Floo Net-and not come out for so long--isn't it deliberate, my words may be a little unpleasant, but isn't it a deliberate attempt to steal?—you'd better -- before I report the matter to the Inspectorate-" He impatiently took out an account book, and lowered his head to study it, his right hand not forgetting to point in the direction of the door to Mr. Santril, and his tone was arrogant and rude.

"Mr. Santriel's face turned pale, as if he had not expected Bogin to change his face in front of him.

Mr. Malfoy, who was about to walk towards the door, turned back and looked at his old friend, his eyes flashing with mixed meanings, and said in a deep voice: "Cyril, this is the end you and I should have expected-let me come-"

Draco had been watching them for a long time in front of another window, when he picked up what looked like a candlestick on the counter and stepped forward and reached under Mr. Borgin's nose in surprise, which was supported by a withered human hand.

Mr. Borgin was startled by the strange thing, and with an "ah" cry, he collapsed backwards onto the shelves, knocking over many of the bottles and cans placed on them.

Some of the bottles shattered in the air, and some yellow powder poured out of them, and some cockroaches crawled out, all on Mr. Borgin.

He lay down in the debris, "Bah" spit out the dust that had entered his mouth, and pulled away the cockroaches that were about to crawl into his collar, and the whole person was extremely embarrassed.

"Oh, Mr. Borgin, you're scared by what you're selling yourself. Draco had a faint smile on his face, but his blue-gray eyes were cold and emotionless.

"Originally, my father and I were going to buy some interesting things, but unfortunately based on Mr. Borgin's performance, these things are not that interesting, are they?"

"No, no, Master Malfoy, it's interesting, it's interesting—" Borgin gasped and stood up on the rungs on the shelves, scrambling to answer Draco's words.

He couldn't ask for a business - this boy who didn't know the height of the sky, he could buy the best, and the price could be increased tenfold.

"This is the 'glorious hand,' and with a candle in that hand, only the one who bears it can see the light! It is the best friend of thieves and robbers! ”

"I wish my son had a little better than thieves and robbers, Bogin. Mr. Malfoy replied coldly.

Mr. Bokin's smile narrowed, and he realized that he had spoken too quickly, and he immediately groveled, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean that—I was just introducing it to the young master・・・・・・"

"But if he continues to finish third," Mr. Malfoy said in a more cold tone, "he may have to do those things." ”

Draco silently looked at the "Glorious Hand" in his hand, but Vio could tell that his face was even paler.

"Lucius, Vio told me that a girl named Hermione who was in their same class this year was not only smart but also very hardworking, and she was very impressive to the professors, and we have experienced it when you think about the attitude of those professors towards different houses. It wasn't all Draco's fault. ”

Mr. Santrill was very grateful that Draco had just made a fool of Borgin at the right time, and naturally came out to play the round.

But Mr. Malfoy was even more annoyed, "Cyril, you may not know - that's a girl from a non-wizarding family!

"It's like that all over the place," interjected Mr. Borgin in his oily tone, "and they feel that wizarding blood is becoming less and less valuable. ”

"I don't think so. Mr. Malfoy said, his long nostrils fanning and snorting heavily.

"Neither do I, sir. Mr. Borgin said with a deep bow.

"So I suggest you take this gentleman into the inner chamber at once—your furnace that might be some kind of treasure—" Mr. Malfoy glanced at Borgin with disdain, and was satisfied to see the smile on his lips.