After Ginny and Mrs. Weasley left, Vio and Xiao Luo stayed at Mrs. Morkin's shop for a while. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before Vio could think through what had just happened, he was asked by Xiao Luo to communicate with Madame Morkin.

He made a new robe, so that he had two old second-hand robes and a new robe that Ginny had picked out for him.

"Why don't you just ask Madame Morkin to make you three new ones?"

Vio asked suspiciously, watching him happily place three robes into the slightly stretchable magic knit bag given by Madame Morkin.

Xiao Luo glanced at her, and then looked left and right at him: "Did you know that girl just now? The eyes shine like gemstones. ”

"・・・・・・" Vio instantly understood what he meant: Ginny herself bought second-hand robes, and of course he wouldn't make them new at the beginning in order to pick up a conversation. "You're so young—what do you think?"

"Oh my God, you talk like my grandmother. You're only a year older than me," Xiao Luo shook his head, "to popularize some world culture for you, we have a saying in China that everyone has a love for beauty." I'm just curious, what's wrong? You can't be jealous of people's good-looking parents and someone to talk to, right?"

Xiao Luo leaned in with a wicked smile, and Vio shoved a few more books into the stack he was holding, and then said angrily, "It's almost fun, that girl's family is all Gryffindor, if you want to get close to her, you can tell the Sorting Hat that you want to go to Gryffindor." ”

Xiao Luo's eyes lit up, like a hungry tiger in early spring seeing a baby deer coming out to feed, "Is it that if I just tell that sorting hat where I want to go, it will agree to assign me to that house?"

"-You don't look very beautiful, can you not think so beautiful?" Vio gave him a blank look, not realizing that her conversation with Xiao Luo was becoming more and more Chinese.

"You have the power to make demands on the Sorting Hat, and the Sorting Hat has the power to refuse to accept them. ”

"Oh, well, what's the use of you telling me this. Xiao Luo hung his head, looking disappointed.

Seeing him so disappointed and a little unbearable, Vio was about to comfort him, when he suddenly found that the two of them had just walked to the door of the bouncing and frolicking magic joke shop.

She was about to signal Xiao Luo to come in and have a look, but before she could speak, Xiao Luo jumped up and rushed in full of vigor - who said he was sad and disappointed when he hung his head? He saw the shop almost at the same time as VIO.

Vio looked at him and thought to herself that if this kid was really her brother, she would rather strangle herself and be reborn again.

Soon, they have a bunch of weird things in the magic joke shop—a telescope that blows out colorful thumb-sized birds, a few auto-dancing quills that repeat jokes to make people laugh, and a whole bunch of "Dr. Labor's Auto-Ignition, Water-Blooming Magical Fireworks".

"I'm going to buy twenty of them, and I'll go back and show my grandmother what she'll like・・・・・・" Xiao Luo said to the shopkeeper as he poked his head out of the pile of things he was holding in his arms.

- She could only be frightened. Vio added in his heart.

The two of them walked out of the bouncing and frolicking magic shop, and made a bunch of things in large bags, almost all of which belonged to Xiao Luo.

Vio felt his hands sore, but Xiao Luo secretly stuffed a jar of ink into the pile of things she was holding.

"You just move the whole Diagon Alley back. Vio looked at him helplessly, and he didn't have much strength to scold him or speak loudly.

"I've had the plan, but I don't have enough money. Xiao Luo replied nonchalantly, his voice full of regret.

But soon he perked himself up again, "When school starts, I'll try to find business opportunities in the school, make good money, and then come back and take Diagon Alley away!"

"By the way, didn't you hear it just now, the owner of the Magic Joke Shop said that there are really people from Hogwarts who buy from them, sending owls back and forth.

"Anyway, these things are very small, have you observed in the school, are the things they sell popular?

"・・・・・・ there are no shops in the school right now. I don't know if there was one," Vio affirmed, "but I know you can try, and maybe you'll find out quickly - I guess you'll be fired sooner rather than later." ”

"Yo, then you have to make an underground store, underground sales, underground transportation. Your school is really strict. Xiao Luo sighed.

"・・・・・・" vio rolled his eyes to the sky again. "Soon your school will be too. ”

"Our school, nonsense, our Chinese school is not so good, we have a small shop inside the school, which is the source of inspiration and energy for my life after class, etc. - oh, I'm going to enter your school soon. It's a pity. ”

“・・・・・・”

At last, the night softly shrouded the air with an impenetrable black veil, and there were no stars in the sky, only a white moon, and the moonlight was bright, and the stone floor was as warm as jade.

There were fewer people on the road, and they walked around and rested, until they finally reached the place where they had made an appointment with Mr. Santrill and Mr. Malfoy.

Draco happened to be standing beside the two adults for a long time, looking at the faint vio who was tired of doing hard work, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

They quickly said goodbye, and Mr. Santrill went back with VIO, while Mr. Malfoy offered to send Xiao Luo back himself.

Vio thought that Draco would object, or at least tell his father that Xiao Luo was of Muggle descent.

But Draco only glanced at his father, and then, at Xiao Luo's polite request, he took the pile of things he had just carried into his arms. They drifted away.

Vio stared at Draco's back for a long time, and finally found that even with so many things, his back was still as tall as usual, unlike himself, who would hunch over.

Fearing that Vio would once again get lost in Floo, Mr. Santrill took her on a journey and summoned Mickey from a location in London where the wizarding world was cut off from the Muggle world.

Mickey proudly sat in the driver's seat of a carriage and beckoned to Vio, who opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Newly bought it today, Sigoness went to the market with the people from the Department of Magical Beasts Protection, and then, I fell in love with it. Mr. Santrill stroked his horse's mane, then nodded to Mickey and entered the carriage.

Vio followed.

When they got home, Mrs. Santrill and Sigoness had prepared a table of delicacies waiting for her and Mr. Santrill as they had promised Vio.

Vio ran for a day, and worked as a laborer for Xiao Luo for so long, so he didn't bother to praise every dish and started to work.

She ate heartily, and finally patted her stomach comfortably as she looked at the empty plate with nothing left.

It was not much when he ate the main meal, but when it was time for dessert after the meal, Mr. Santrill began to hold back, and all kinds of small movements continued.

He kept looking for every opportunity to ask Madame Santriel if she really knew about the fact that he wanted to sneak to Diagon Alley with Vio in the morning.

Vio and Sigoness saw the opportunity, quickly grabbed a slice of cranberry cookies and went upstairs to the room, giving the living room to the couple who had been on their honeymoon almost all the time, sprinkling dog food.

After a hurried wash, Vio collapsed into his soft bed and sank deep into the velvet mattress.

It's only been a day out, but she feels that this moment is a reunion with this bed after a long absence.

But it seems that he is too tired, and Vio can't sleep.

She put on her gloves again and pulled out the black-clad journal in her bag.

The black cover has not changed much, and there is no sign of a heavy blow.

It's this thing in front of her, which makes her run around for a day today, racking her brains. Thanks to the nature of Horcruxes that cannot be destroyed by ordinary sharp weapons or magic, the journal saved her life.

She had a hunch that that person wouldn't sneak up on her again anytime soon.

Today the man was going to kill her like an assassin, and judging by the moves and timing, he had at least planned it - Diagon Alley had no defensive spells or magic circles against wizards, and it was the only time in a month that she had been in Madame Morkin's shop when she was far away from a single person or elf.

But the assassin failed.

In two days she'd be back at Hogwarts, where ancient and powerful defensive magic was located, and the Professor and Dumbledore were there.

That person wanted to hurt her there, it was nothing less than a fantasy.

She wasn't going to tell Mr. and Mrs. Santrill or Sigoness about the strange attack.

This would only add to their annoyance—Mrs. Weasley, Mrs. Morkin, and Lady Murlo who were present could not be seen, and how could the Santrielles who were not present know?

But it's still worth asking for relevant information: Is there a wizard in this world who is both proficient in magic and hand-to-hand combat?