"So, Mr. Borgin, you're saying - it's a vanishing cabinet that has lost its significant other? Two cabinets in two places, and if you put something in one cabinet, the other cabinet can be opened and seen, no matter how far away, right?"

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He opened the cabinet door to the light, and it was very ordinary inside, and there was not even a grid.

"Yes, Master Malfoy, but this kind of cabinet is amazing—it would be strange if you were lucky enough to get your hands on the other half of it, and make the two cabinets a connected pair again. ”

Mr. Borgin spared no effort to sell the cabinet he had collected from outside at a low price.

"・・・・・・ when you got this cabinet, there was only one left?"

Draco's blue, silver-gray eyes swept over the black, unpretentious cabinet again, a look of pity on his face. "Well, excuse me, Mr. Borgin. ”

He turned to leave—

"If you need this, I'll give it to you—not a penny! for nothing! for the great Malfoys!" said Mr. Borgin, trying to straighten his hunchback, and exclaimed excitedly at Draco's back.

A disdainful smile appeared on Draco's lips, fleeting.

But he turned slowly, and asked in a tone of disbelief and joy, "Really?, Mr. Bokin, are you really going to give him to me?"

"Yes, yes," said Mr. Borgin, nodding hurriedly, "as long as—Borgin begs you—to help, it is a good deed, Master Malfoy, and help me to say something nice to Mr. Santrill and your father—"

He glanced at Draco in between words, but the glance made him pause immediately, not knowing how to continue.

Draco stood in the middle of the hall, sunlight streaming in through the glass grille on the door, but it was bleak.

From Bokin's angle, he could only see the boy in black, with an expressionless face.

The glimmer of light shrouded him, like an angel, but his eyes were cold and abnormal, like a demon looking at a dying man.

Immediately after, the door behind Draco was pulled open, and several men in simple wizard robes burst in, wands raised, guarding both sides of the door.

Mr. Santrill and Mr. Malfoy slowly walked in the middle aisle of the way, smiles on their faces.

Draco turned to them, not looking surprised at all—he had met his father and Mr. Santrill before he entered Tumbledown Alley.

"See you again so soon, Mr. Borgin. Mr. Malfoy whispered, "Are you alright?" ”

Mr. Borgin snorted, and the sky outside had somehow become dark again, and the wind had creaked the unclosed windows, and he could hear the thunder gasping behind the clouds・・・・・・

Whether outside or inside, at least one storm is coming.

The men sprang into action, and the leader of them showed Borgin his identity as an Auror [enforcer of the Ministry of Magic].

The man made it clear to him that he was guilty of smuggling highly poisonous black magic items, and that the shop would be closed down for three years.

And he himself needs to be tried by the Ministry of Magic. After that, the best outcome was two months in Azkaban [a prison set up by the British Ministry of Magic, guarded by Dementors].

But Merlin knew how many years he had been running the shop - all the time he had been at peace with the Aurors......

Mr. Borgin screamed sharply and collapsed to the ground, remorseful at this moment—why he had not taken Mr. Santriel's words seriously・・・・・・ foolish self.

Merlin, Merlin, come and save him, stay with those monsters in Azkaban for two months, no, he can't stay a day・・・・・・

Taking advantage of this, the rest of the Aurors swirled their wands from counter to counter, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, magically checking everything and even sprinkling some unknown detection potion on the jar of exorcism rings.

By the time they were finished, the house was in shambles, and the dark magic shop that had been alive and well had collapsed.

Mr. Borgin threw himself on the ground and pounded the floor and howled loudly in pain.

"Lucius, I think, that's enough. Teach him a lesson, and don't really lock him up—" Mr. Santrim frowned and glanced at Bogin, his gaze moving to the side with some reluctance, and whispered to Mr. Malfoy.

"・・・・・・Don't forget, Cyril, he slandered you by saying that you colluded with VIO to steal his shop, and that he would report to the inspection office and take you all away.

"You can afford to give him back his schemes, yes. But if you change someone and you encounter the same situation, won't you be blackmailed by him?

"I know very well the mind of such a person - of course, sometimes I am the same kind as him, and I am more capitalized and wiser than he is. Believe me, this kind of person must not be spared. Once you show a hint of looseness, they'll look at the right moment and go out of their way to bite back. ”

Mr. Santrill was about to say anything more, but Mr. Malfoy was mercilessly interrupted.

"Alright, alright, I know that you Santriel are all virtuous, let me tell you clearly, there is nothing to think about. He had been convicted of a crime by the Aurors, and there was no turning back from this matter. Thanks to you, dear Cyril, I can add to the notebook of my resume at the Ministry of Magic. ”

Mr. Malfoy said, patting Mr. Santrim on the shoulder affectionately, and then, holding his cane, walked peacefully to Mr. Borgin.

He bent down and whispered into Mr. Borgin's ear, "Don't worry, even if you enter Azkaban, your wife will still be able to keep our business going." I'm sure she'd be more than happy to do that, and you believe that, don't you?"

Mr. Borgin screamed again, and after a while, tears and snot forced him to shut his mouth again.

Soon, the store was shrouded in a layer of magic, and the dark magic items inside had been marked by the Ministry of Magic, and no wizard could take anything from it.

From the outside, Bock Bogin's shop is deserted, with a large wooden sign hanging from the glass grille, on which are written two new words: sealed.

It's not closed for rectification, it's closed.

I guess the inspectors at the Ministry of Magic don't plan to make a comeback for this shop.

Mr. Borgin was lifted up and left by the Aurors—he was as soft as a puddle of mud, dead.

In the empty shop, only Draco was left. Mister Santrim and Mr. Malfoy are chatting with the Auror leaders of that team.

Draco walked back to the black vanishing cabinet again, he stared at the box, his fingers curled up in his sleeve casually rubbing a ring in his hand, and there was a burst of air in the air.

Dobby appears beside him.

"This cabinet is moved back, Dobby. Draco whispered nonchalantly.

The house-elf nodded, turned around and pulled his head to hold the cabinet with both hands.

As a result, the ill-fitting rag on its body toppled a candle and made a loud noise.

Mr. Malfoy walked to the door and asked what was going on, and Draco glanced at the shivering house-elf in front of him, and somehow it occurred to him that someone had told him that there were a thousand Demlets for a thousand readers.

He calmly told Mr. Malfoy that he wanted to see it again, but he accidentally knocked something over. Mr. Malfoy then disgruntled and told him to be steady.

Draco lifted the rag from Dobby's body upwards and smoothed it out. Dobesser cowered to the side, his eyes wary and fearful.

Draco's hand paused, his brow furrowed, but he didn't say anything, instead pretending not to care, turning to look at what Dobby had knocked down.

Soon, his frowning brow relaxed.

The candle that Dobby had knocked down was different, and it was the palm of a hand that was used to hold the candle - the same "glorious hand" that Draco had used to scare Bokin before - and only the bearer could see its light.

"And it. Dobby. Draco succinctly pointed to the Hand of Glory.

It's also an interesting thing to stay.

Dobby hurriedly pressed his small stomach against the Vanishing Cabinet, and then freed his other hand to pick up the Hand of Glory.

In less than a few seconds, its figure disappeared again, and the place where the cabinet had been placed left was only a dust-free square area on the floor.

Draco looked around the shop again. His gaze finally lingered for a moment on the place where Mr. Borgin lay down and wept.

"Gift?"

"Nope. ”

"Malfoy was born with a tribute. ”

Draco whispered the words and turned to leave.