Diagon Alley is home to several shops, including Flolin Fausco's ice cream parlor, while on the other hand, many tattered stalls have popped up on both sides of the street. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe nearest stall was set up under a smudged striped canopy outside the Blotted Bookstore, with a cardboard sign nailed to the front of the stall that read: Protect against werewolves, dementors, and corpses

A scruffy little wizard peddled a string of silver mascots chained to passers-by and shook them to the ground.

"Ma'am, will you buy one for your little girl?" he called out to Mrs. Weasley as they passed, glancing at Ginny in a daze, "protect her pretty neck?"

"If I'm on duty......," Mr. Weasley said, glaring angrily at the amulet seller.

"yes, but don't go around arresting people now, my dear, we're short on time. Mrs. Weasley said anxiously looking at a list, "I think we'd better go to Madame Morkin's robes store first, Ron's uniform is short, and his wrists are exposed, and also, Harry, you're going to need to buy new clothes too, you're growing too fast-okay, let's go-"

"Molly, it's not appropriate for all of us to go to Madame Morkin's robes store. Mr. Weasley said, "Why don't you let the three of them go with Hagrid, and we can go to the Blotted Bookstore and buy all of everyone's textbooks, okay?"

"I don't know what to do," Mrs. Weasley said annoyedly, apparently in a dilemma between wanting to finish the shopping quickly and wanting everyone not to be separated, "Hagrid, do you think ......"

"Don't worry, they'll have no problem following me, Molly. Hagrid reassured, waving his palm the size of a trash can lid. Mrs. Weasley didn't seem entirely reassured, but they separated from each other, and she hurried to the Blotted Bookstore with her husband and Ginny, while the others and Hagrid went to Mrs. Morkin's robes store.

Darren saw that many passers-by had the same annoyed and anxious looks on their faces as Mrs. Weasley, no one stopped to speak, and the people who bought things were all sticking together in groups of three or five, heading straight for what they wanted to buy, and no one seemed to shop alone.

"If we all go in, it might be a little crowded. Hagrid said, pausing outside Madame Morkin's robes shop and leaning over the window to look, "I'm standing guard outside, okay?"

So, Darren walked into the shop with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and at first glance it seemed empty, but as soon as the door closed behind them, they heard a familiar voice from behind a row of green and blue gowns.

“…… It's not a kid anymore, you probably didn't notice, Mom. I have more than the ability to go out shopping on my own. ”

Then there was a cooing sound similar to that of a hen hatching eggs, and then a man spoke, and Harry could hear it as Lady Morkin's voice: "Yes, dear, your mother is right, now none of us should hang out alone, it has nothing to do with children or not children-"

"Where's your needle poking?

Then, Malfoy emerged from behind the hanger, dressed in a beautiful dark green robe with shiny pins pinned to the welt and cuffs, and strode to the mirror to take a closer look at himself. It was only a moment later that he noticed Darren in the mirror and they were standing behind him.

"Mom, if you don't understand what this smell is, I can tell you that a mudblood has just come in here. ”

"I don't think it's necessary to talk like that!" said Lady Morkin, hurrying out from behind the hanger, measuring the tape and a wand in hand, "and I don't want to pull my wand out of my shop!"

Hermione whispered, "Don't, don't do it, honestly, it's not worth ......"

"yes, it's like you're going to do magic outside of your school. Malfoy scoffed.

"That's enough!" Lady Morkin snapped, turning her head for support, "Madame—please—"

Narcissa Malfoy slowly walked out from behind the hanger, Darren had seen her at the Quidditch World Cup, "put them away," she said coldly to Harry and Ron, "if you dare to do anything to my son again, I'll make you immobile again." ”

"Really?" Harry said, taking a step forward, "trying to find a few Death Eaters to kill us, huh?"

Hearing his words, Lady Morkin screamed and grabbed her chest, "Seriously, you shouldn't accuse - it's dangerous to say such things - please put your wand away!" but Harry didn't put it down.

"Harry, don't!" Hermione whispered, grabbing his arm and pressing down harder, "think about it...... Don't ...... You're going to get into trouble......"

Lady Morkin trembled in place for a moment, and then, as if intending to pretend nothing had happened, and hoping that nothing had happened, she bent down towards Malfoy, who was still glaring at Harry.

"I think this sleeve on the left can be pulled up a little more, dear, let me—"

"Ouch!" said Malfoy, snapping her hand open, "be careful, see where your needle goes, stupid woman!

He ripped the robe off his head and threw it at Mrs. Morkin's feet.

"You're right, Draco," Narcissa said, glancing contemptuously at Hermione, "now I know which scumbags of society are buying clothes here...... We can buy better ones at the Off-the-top clothing store. ”

With that, the two of them strode out of the shop, and Malfoy deliberately hit Ron hard before going out.

"Oh, that's enough!" said Lady Morkin, grabbing the robe that had been thrown on the floor, and sweeping it with the tip of her wand, the dust was gone as if it had been vacuumed, but it was clear that what had just happened had disturbed her, as she had been absent-minded in cutting new robes for Ron and Harry, and had to sell the wizard's robes to Hermione, and finally, with a look of joy on her face as she bowed and sent them out of the shop.

"Everything?" Hagrid asked happily as he saw them come out.

"Pretty much. Harry said, "Did you see Malfoy and his mother?"

"See. Hagrid said unconcernedly, "But in Diagon Alley, they don't dare to act rashly, Harry, don't worry about them." ”

At this point, the Weasleys and Ginny appeared, each with a large bag of books in their arms.

"Are you all right?" said Mrs. Weasley, "the robes are bought, well, we're on our way to Fred and George's shop, stopping by the drugstore and the babbling owl shop, let's go, follow ......"