In the blink of an eye, it's time to buy books for another year. On the day of the appointment with Hermione, Aitch and Harry got into Miss Grey's car, and Black didn't dare to follow him to Diagon Alley, where there must have been a lot of wizards, and if anyone else could recognize his Animagus shapeshift. Erwin wasn't taken either, and the lazy fox took over Edge's bed and fell asleep.

In the Quidditch boutique, a new broom is born. There were a lot of people huddled there to watch, and Harry was curious, so he pulled Aitch in. They huddled among the excited witches and wizards until they saw a broom on a newly erected pedestal, a broom that was surprisingly beautiful the only thing they had ever seen in their lives.

"Just came out, sample broom." A wizard with a square jaw tells his companion.

"It's the fastest broom in the world, isn't it, Daddy?" A boy smaller than Harry asked his dad in a shriek, and the boy was dangling from his dad's arm and shaking.

"Team Ireland just ordered seven of these beautiful broomsticks!" The owner said to everyone, "This product is the darling of the World Cup!" ”

A tall witch in front of Aitch walked away, so he was able to read the note next to the broomstick: Firebolts, which represent the highest level of craftsmanship at the moment, have a smooth, delicate handle made of ash wood, are treated with a polish as hard as a diamond, and have a hand-engraved registration number. Each broom twig at the end of this product has been selected to perfection in its streamlined shape, so that this product is unrivalled in terms of balance and precision. The bolt accelerates up to 150 miles per hour in less than 10 seconds, and its braking mechanism is fascinating. The price is negotiable.

The price is negotiable, a vaguely high price, which discourages countless greedy Quidditch fans. Harry didn't ask for the price, but in the next few days until school started, he went to talk to Aitch almost every day about how nice it would be if he had a firebolt.

Harry looked at the window of the Blotted bookstore and was startled. Bookstore windows usually display spell books the size of floor tiles with gold reliefs. Now these books are gone, replaced by a large iron cage containing about a hundred copies of the Yokai Book of Yokai. The books were locked together, in a furious wrestling contest, belligerent biting and fighting, and broken pages flying everywhere.

Harry pulled the list out of his pocket and looked it through for the first time. The Yokai Book of Yokai is listed as a must-have book for the course on the protection of magical creatures. Harry already had the book, a gift from Hagrid on his birthday, and wanted to bite someone when Harry opened it. At the time, Harry wondered how anyone would want to read such a book.

The two walked into the bookstore, and the manager hurried to meet them.

"Hogwarts?" Not surprisingly, he asked, every year students come here, "Are they here to buy new books?" ”

"Yes," Harry said, "I need ......"

"Get out of the way, please." The manager said impatiently, pushing Harry aside. He put on a pair of thick gloves, picked up a very thick, knotted cane, and walked to the iron cage containing the "Yokai Book of the Yokai", apparently not the first time anyone had wanted to buy the book.

"Just give us a copy." Aitch reminds the manager that these "monster books of the monsters" are not easy to get along with at first glance, and the manager will certainly not appease them.

Suddenly, there was a loud tearing sound: two copies of the Yokai Book of the Yokai grabbed the third and worked together to tear it apart.

"Stop, stop!" The manager shouted, and slipped the cane between the bars to stop the misdeeds. He quickly opened the lock, put a hand into the cage, and quickly grabbed one and pulled it out.

"I'm never going to store these books again, never! It's a lot of fun! We've seen two hundred copies of the Invisibility Book of Invisibility before, and they've all disappeared since they hit the shelves. I thought there was nothing worse than them, those books were so expensive, but the customers couldn't see them, and thought they didn't have them at all, and we lost a lot of money. The manager locked the cage and tried to crush the book of monsters under him, but the book bounced off the bullet, and it stood up and ran on the ground like some kind of strange crab.

"Sir," Aitch stomped on the beautiful green cover of the book, "and you should learn this little trick." Aitch bent down, his fingers sliding down the spine. The book stopped struggling and lay motionless at Edge's feet.

"Oh my God, that's so thankful." The manager swore that this little trick would allow him to recoup a lot of damage, at least not any more books from being torn by themselves.

Aitch didn't have to look at his book list, he could memorize it all, "We also need Cassandra Vabraski's "Piercing the Fog and Looking into the Future", as well as "Intermediate Transfiguration" and "Standard Spell Level 3", two sets. ”

"Ah, you're starting to learn about prophecy, aren't you?" As he spoke, the manager took off his gloves and led the two to the back half of the bookstore. There was a corner full of books on divination. On a small table are books such as "Prophecy of the Unforeseen: Saving Yourself from Blows" and "Broken Ball: When Bad Fate" is placed.

"Here it is," said the manager, as he climbed the ladder to take down two thick books with black covers, "and 'Piercing the Fog and Looking to the Future' is a very useful guide to all your basic divination methods, palmistry, crystal balls, and bird entrails." But Harry didn't listen to him. His eyes fell on another book, one on a small table, with the words "Omen of Death" on the cover: What do you do when you know the worst is coming?

"Oh, if I were you, I wouldn't read books like this." When the manager of the bookstore saw Harry's gaze fall on the book, he said lightly, "If you read this book, you will see that the omen of death is everywhere, and this book will frighten people to death." ”

But Harry was still staring at the cover of the book: it had a dog, almost the size of a bear, with glowing eyes. The dog looked surprisingly familiar. The manager stuffed the book "Clearing the Fog and Looking at the Future" into the hands of the two.

Because the manager was surprisingly grateful to Edge, the two of them gave a nine-percent discount on their books and saved another penny.

"Edge, do you see the book on the table? How do I feel that the dog on the cover is so similar to Duck. "Maybe it's because of Voldemort that Harry always feels that he will show up and bring him death.

"You're trying to say that Duck is a harbinger of death?" Aitch laughed at Harry's thoughts, "If that's true, then we who have black dogs would be dead a long time ago." ”

Thinking about it, Harry had forgotten about a dessert at Florin's Cold Drink Shop, and he was going to go back to the Quidditch boutique to see the firebolt later.

Aitch accompanied Hermione to the Fantastic Zoo, and before the summer vacation, Hermione's mother also fell in love with Elwin's cute intelligence. Thinking that my girl also needs a pet, after all, her parents are not around, and she should give her money to buy an equally likable playmate as a birthday present in advance.

It's not much different from when Aitch came two years ago, and all kinds of small animals on the glass counter are also good, but with Elwin Jewel in front, Hermione can't even look at it.

A huge ginger thing suddenly jumped out of the top cage and jumped onto Edge's head, startling the two of them, and if Erwin was there, he would definitely be arguing with him about "territorial sovereignty".

"Don't! Crook Hill, don't! The witch behind the counter exclaimed, not letting it scare the guests away.

"It's fine." Aitch knew who was on the head, so he calmed down, he took Crook Mountain off his head and rubbed its belly, "Long time no see, Crook Mountain." ”

The cat remembered Aitch and greeted him in this scary way.

"Hermione, what do you think of it?" Aitch held Crookshank Mountain in front of Hermione, "Crookshank Mountain is a cat with an aura, if it had been willing to go with me, maybe nothing would have happened to Elwin." ”

"It's a brilliant coat!" Hermione only had beauty in her eyes, thinking that this was a cat that Aitch couldn't collect, which made her even more interested.

"Would you like it? It's wonderful, this strange cat, no one has been willing to take it away for years. The witch was glad she was able to throw away a bottle of oil.

Crookshank doesn't seem to have much of a feeling for having a master, but that's actually the biggest feeling. I think that when the witch just mentioned that he should be Aitch's pet, Crookshank would take his head away from Edge's stroking hand, but now he is lying in Hermione's arms and snoring as if sleeping, is there such a big difference between people? Aitch thought.