The words Tumbledown Alley and Diagon Alley are not very phonetically different and tend to be confused, which is why the original Harry appeared in Burke Bogin's store on the day he bought the book. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There, he met Lucius, who had come to Bock Borgin to sell the dark magic items left in his house.

But she didn't need to worry about these things, the two of them just met, and there were no critical issues.

Vio's focus was not on Harry for the time being, she went to Tumbledown Alley for a black cabinet in Bock Bogin's shop.

That cabinet should have a pair to make up for it - they have a nice name: the Vanishing Cabinet. The other is now hiding in Hogwarts.

Although the magic between the vanishing cabinets is now broken, in the sixth installment of the book, Dracofee did his best to fix them, and used it to transport some Death Eaters around the School Protective Charm to Hogwarts.

This is one of the few stains that Draco can call a slip of the road, but it also creates a nice free passage in and out of Hogwarts.

This time, Vio mainly wanted to inspect the cabinet to see if there was a chance to get it, and then study it slowly - but he couldn't expect to see the Disappearing Cabinet or Lucius who went to sell diaries, after all, according to previous experience, the original book should be presented to her in a different rugged way.

Vio spent an unforgettable time in the stove, and it was only about a second after she entered, and then it was as if she had been sucked into a huge socket hole.

Her body spun at high speed like a whipped top・・・・・・ the whistling sound in her ears was deafening・・・・・・ Vio waited for a moment, and finally opened her eyes with some anxiety, only to be dizzy by the swirling green flames・・・・・・

She remembered Madame Santriel's reminder and tried to keep her arms out for balance, when the heat of the flames was not as hot as before, and the cold air poured in, and in less than a second it became hot again.

But Vio's attention was taken away by the cold air that overflowed in, and she saw a series of fireplace doors flashing around her, and she could vaguely see the room outside the fireplace.

Soon, she was pushed out of the furnace by a pair of large, invisible hands—or maybe green flames—and she saw them gushing out from behind her・・・・・・ and then, whirling for a moment, she finally stood still.

Vio looked around, and she was standing in a spacious, dimly lit wizard's shop, in front of the only stone stove in the shop, with an undiscernible tapestry on it, and a monster with three sucker-like tentacles drawn on it, grinning in displeasure at her.

On the mat in a glass case next to it was a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained cards, and a glazed glass eyeball.

On the other side of the wall, the hideous masks of the Indians glared at everything in the room, including the white bones on the counter and the dark red toothed instruments that hung from the ceiling covered in rust.

If at first Vio wondered if this was some dark-oriented magical funny gift shop, all her suspicions vanished when she looked out the gray window of the shop's glass vitrines, the equally dark, gloomy alley.

This is Tumbledown Alley, no doubt.

There was no one here at the moment, and Vio boldly took a few steps forward, hiding behind a counter full of strange debris, and saw two very familiar people walking through the door.

Draco and his father slowly stepped into the shop, and walked in her direction.

Vio hurriedly buried his head under the counter again, and there was a pile of miscellaneous objects on the counter in front of him, but through the gap between the miscellaneous objects, he could still see the movements of Malfoy father and son.

Mr. Malfoy walked through the hall, lazily looking at the items on display, ringing the bell on the other counter facing Vio a few meters away, then turned to his son and said, "Draco, watch your curiosity, it's superfluous." ”

Draco was about to reach out and touch the glass eyeball on the counter to his right, when he heard this, his outstretched hand in mid-air paused, then retracted it and whispered, "Yes, Father." ”

"Later—" Mr. Malfoy, who seemed to feel his son a little upset, reassured, "When I'm done with that, we're going to go buy you a broom for the game." ”

"Thank you, father. Draco's head was raised again, and Vio seemed to be able to see the joy in his eyes even through the gray glass of the counter.

"Of course, we want the best on the market—the best worthy of the Malfoy family. You're going to win any race on it!" Mr. Malfoy paced triumphantly, but the smile on Draco's face faded unmiserably.

"What's the use of buying a broom if I'm not a member of the House team?" he said, his hand clenching unconsciously at his side, "Harry Potter got a Halo 2000 last year, and Dumbledore granted him permission to play for Gryffindor House.

"But, I've seen his flying skills - he doesn't deserve what he can get・・・・・・ his scars are perhaps the most valuable part of him - and most people think it's him and defeat—"

"We've talked about it many times, you're going to get into the Slytherin Quidditch team this year, you have to go through the selection, no matter what way you do. Mr. Malfoy glanced at his son, his eyes hardened, and stopped him from any further, "I would also like to warn you that it would be unwise not to pretend to like Harry Potter when most people think of him as the hero who drove him away—ah, Mr. Borgin." ”

Behind the counter where he had pulled the bell, a hunched man appeared. He ran his hand back through his shiny hair, and said in a tone as smooth as his hair, "It's a great honor—and Master Malfoy is here—and welcome." What can I do for you? I'll have to show you, I just got in today, and it's a very fair price—"

"I'm not buying anything today, Mr. Borgin, I'm here to sell. Mr. Malfoy said softly.

"Selling?" said Mr. Borgin's voice, which sounded unnatural. He quickly cleared his throat and said, "I've had a bit of a chill lately - then, you come here, you know my shop・・・・・・"

Borgin began to vent his bitterness at Mr. Malfoy, trying to avoid his dumping.

While watching their movements, Vio looked at the black cabinet nearby, she had seen almost the entire store, and there was only one black cabinet - that is, according to the original book, the one in front of her was one of a pair of vanishing cabinets.

The ashes in the furnace behind her had been cold, and no one had come out. Harry should have arrived here before her, and he should have been hiding in the black cupboard.

"・・・・・・It's not unusual, Bogin, it's just a bunch of gadgets with a hint of black magic, and it's quite popular among the people in the market, and you won't refuse me such a low price." ”

As he spoke, Mr. Malfoy pulled a roll of parchment from the inside pocket of his coat and unfolded it for Mr. Borgin. "If it weren't for the recent intensification of raids by the Ministry, of course I would have treasured it myself—"

"Lucius!"

Outside the store, a man slammed the door in, and saw Mr. Malfoy, who was leaning forward and talking to Bogin, and interrupted him anxiously.