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He wanted to go to the Blotted bookstore and look for books on astrology and dreams.

But luckily he did—they almost didn't realize the time was up.

It's been an hour now.

Casto and Ginny walked briskly towards the Blotted bookstore, but there were far more than just the two of them. They were surprised to find a large crowd of people huddled outside the store, all trying to squeeze in.

A large banner was also pulled upstairs:

Gildero. Lockhart

Autobiographies are signed for sale

"I Can Magic"

Today afternoon, 12:30-4:30 p.m

"I know why there are so many of them," Ginny sighed, "I suspect that Mommy deliberately picked this day—even the time was so precise. She adores Gildero. Lockhart. ”

Castor's expression was a little strange.

When will he be magical? Is he really that young man like a weak scholar?

Casto was a little curious.

Casto slid neatly into the crack, and Ginny hurriedly followed him—reminding him of his Christmas in Diagon Alley, only with a different girl behind him.

The zigzag line went from the doorway to the back of the bookstore, and Gildero. It was there that Lockhart signed and sold books.

Casto and Ginny gradually saw Mrs. Weasley, who was short of breath and patting her hair, and Hermione, who was very excited. Only Harry and Ron noticed them, helpless.

Castor was embarrassed because he was almost surrounded by overly passionate women—most of them witches of Mrs. Weasley's age.

He wasn't comfortable with it.

"Ginny, I'll see Gilderoy later. Lockhart. Casto turned back to Ginny—fortunately she was calm—"I have something of interest to look up."

He circled far away, came to a place of real silence, and began to gather his thoughts.

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The Blotted Bookstore doesn't just sell books for students.

To be honest, some professors ask for textbooks that are inherently bizarre. As a result, Blotted is not a regular bookstore - it certainly doesn't sell books on black magic.

This means that you can find a lot of quirky books.

There are hardcover books as large as paving slabs, as well as stamp-sized silk books, some filled with all sorts of strange symbols, and a few without words. Some shelves are neatly stacked with textbooks, while others are haphazard with books of all shapes and sizes, all the way to the ceiling.

Cass Tray Legs sat behind the furthest bookshelf, with his back against the wall. Some of the bookshelves are empty, so not many people come here.

The hustle and bustle in the distance is like coming from another world.

He flipped through the book and pondered.

Casto thought things were strange.

Mr. Ollivanders' nap was in the afternoon, and the old man dreamed of the room.

He also fainted in the afternoon and dreamed of it in the same way.

They must have been there at the same time.

But the old man received a strange revelation from the trajectory of the planets, like an astrological prophecy; Casto only felt himself scratched by Pluto.

The old man said that the room was empty; Casto felt two people staring at him.

He flipped the pages. If we are connected by dreams, there is an example of Wag Adul in Africa: students receive an offer from Wag Adu through a dream, which is sent by the principal who was in office at the time. The Dream Courier will appear while the children are sleeping and leave a token - usually a stone with an inscription - that the children will find in the palm of their hands when they wake up. No other school has adopted this method of selecting students.

"Isn't this the school Vega went to? Maybe it's a source of life? That Pluto is the Messenger? Castor was a little surprised, "That's why Dumbledore went out of his way to find me personally?" ”

He shook his head, feeling a little ridiculous.

Nor did he find any record of a house full of planets.

"Top secret, perhaps?" Casto felt like he had flipped through it for a while, but he was not very productive with other interesting things in the book from time to time, "I'd better go see Lockhart." ”

But then he realized that the noise in the distance was a bit excessive.

Then the sound of something crashing came closer, accompanied by the sound of books falling on the floor.

Casto sat there and froze for a moment.

It sounded like someone knocking down a bookshelf, like dominoes, and the neatly arranged bookshelves fell one after the other.

The bookshelf in front of Casto jerked over, and all kinds of books fell straight down.

But Castor sat calmly with his back against the wall.

"Luckily I'm sitting by the wall. Thankfully, there are no books on this shelf. Casto rejoiced for a moment. The bookshelves are supported by the walls, leaving him with triangular gaps; The books were slammed down on either side of him.

Then he was hit in the face by a pile of unseen books.

.

Lucius. Malfoy's eyes gleamed with viciousness, but his mood was refreshed.

Mr. Malfoy looks at Arthur. Weasley was upset. One is his attitude towards Muggles, and the second is Casto. Blake actually studied at his home.

I asked him about Casto's whereabouts, but he didn't know?

He really doesn't seem to know, because he's not a good liar at all.

Well, although I lost my grace today, my plan was carried out successfully.

He finally got rid of that diary.

Lucius broke free of Hagrid's arm, picked up his staff, and beckoned to Draco to rush out of the store.

His eyes coldly swept over the bookshelves that had been overwhelmed by the crowd, and some wizards groaned and came out. They looked at him with angry eyes, but when they recognized his identity, they silently lowered their heads.

But a dark-haired boy staggered to his feet from the bookshelf.

"Casto!" Lucius stopped in surprise, leaving Draco stunned, "Why are you here?" ”

Castor hasn't figured out why there is an invisible book. He froze and saw an elegant wizard approaching enthusiastically.

But one of his eyes was blue, as if he had been hit by something.

"Casto!" It was Harry's voice. They seemed to think that Mr. Malfoy would get into trouble with Casto.

Casto waved at them.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," Castor said politely, "it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

Castor didn't know what had just happened.

"Casto," Lucius said, slightly surprised, but enthusiastic, "do you know how long we've been looking for you?" ”

Casto was stunned for a moment. He remembered Mr. Weasley's introduction through gritted teeth, and it seemed that the Malfoy family had a lot of energy.

In that way, he also knew that he was with the Weasleys. It's strange that he hasn't been in touch with him for a year.

"Our communication channel was cut off by Dumbledore," Lucius's face suddenly turned cold, "He deliberately didn't let us get in touch. If my friends at St. Mungo hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known something had happened to you. But in the last six months, you've lost touch again—"

"I guess," Castor said lightly, "you didn't know at Gringotts that I couldn't use magic. ”

Lucius looked down at him with incredulous eyes.

"I think—for example," said Castor mildly, "what would you have done if you had known at the time that the heirs of the Black family could not use magic?" ”

Lucius suddenly became expressionless. But he spoke immediately.

"And you're now—"

"Of course, because of a small accident, I was able to cast spells." Casto stared into his eyes, "Also, the headmaster arranged for me to be Nicol. Lemay was a teacher. I think you know who he is, right? ”

Lucius was silent as Casto looked around.

"Dumbledore must have a plan of his own—"

"Those bookshelves - did you make them?"

Lucius couldn't speak.

"Yes. Slytherin doesn't deceive his loved ones," he said, stroking his cane, "I did it." I'm sorry. ”

"I need to make amends for you." Lucius continued, in an unquestioning tone, "For my rudeness." ”

"No, thank you—"

"It's a must, Casto."

Castor raised an eyebrow.

"Well, do you know a room full of planets?"

Lucius's eyebrows furrowed.

"I think I've heard," he said...... his thumb slid around the tip of the cane, "I'll have to check it." ”

Castor apparently didn't expect Mr. Malfoy to really know.

"Well, that's all for today," Lucius said goodbye to him as he regained his haughty appearance, "I think you'll understand this semester that the wizarding family is really right for you." ”

Casto was a little puzzled, he didn't know why Mr. Malfoy was so sure.

"Besides, I want you to come to Slytherin," Lucius said with the eyes of his elders looking at his juniors, and said in an approving tone, "you must be a good fit." ”