Harry Potter's ears echoed Mrs. Weasley's warning: "Close your eyes...... There are plenty of witchcraft mantels that we can choose as our terminus, though, don't worry, as long as you make it clear where you're going...... Don't panic, don't come out too early, stay in the furnace and see Fred and George come out. ”

But he seems to have misspelled the word "Diagon Alley"!

The dim whirling had almost thrown him up, and he had been staying in Weasley's Burrow all the summer, which was much warmer than his aunt's house...... At least the Weasleys didn't have a pig-fat kid like Dalí, but before school started, when they went to Diagon Alley together, he called out the wrong place when he swayed Floo powder through the fireplace.

Through a rapidly rotating place full of green flames, he saw a blurry array of images of the fireplace and the house out of the corner of his eye, but he thought to himself, "Stop! He fell from mid-air to the cold stone wall, and his glasses flew out, and now his vision was blurry.

In his mosaic sight, Harry could barely fumble his glasses, which were a little torn, but still functional, and by the time Harry put them on his ears and saw them again—he found himself in a dark, wide, what looked like the fireplace of a wizard's shop, but it was full of strange things, even if the things in the wizard's shop were strange enough.

But the stuff here is more bizarre than any other store.

There was a glass display case beside him, and there was a sculpture or specimen of a crimson monster in it, but judging by the appearance of the monster, Harry sincerely prayed that it was not a specimen of a real creature, the monster had a head like a sheep, two pointed and long horns, red skin was bare and hairless, but covered with burn marks and scars, its ears were like those of a goblin, but the whole thing looked like a very robust human.

Looking at its muscles, Harry felt that this monster must be powerful and violent.

There was an inconspicuous line of labels underneath the glass display case, and Harry subconsciously glanced at it and read it: "Camp Rogge - Specimen of the Fallen Demon (be careful, this monster may be resurrected if you encounter a wizard)"

Harry read the last section of the label, startled by the owner's bloody warning, he took a few steps back in shock, and hit his head on a pile of crusty books behind him, piled up in a small mountain of books scattered to the ground, Harry hurriedly got up, his hand inadvertently rested on a crusty black magic book, through the scattered pages, Harry saw a series of evil magic rituals that made his face red, and he hurriedly threw the book back into the pile.

That's when Harry noticed how weird it was, with all sorts of masks on the wall staring at people with terrifying expressions, a stone ghost mask with fangs under its lips, a blood-red clown with a chin that could be opened and closed, and a line of labels under it read: 'I want to play a game with you!' ’

A mustache with a smiley face mask, with a faint 'v' written on the label underneath.

A mask that resembles a pig's nose that covers the lower half of the face, revealing only the mouth and nose with the fence, and a worn-out hockey mask with the words underneath: 'Come to Mommy, Jason, Mommy loves you!' ’

A cyan wooden mask, with only a raised iron spine as the bridge of the nose, is marked as follows: According to unreliable sources, this mask is the work of Loki, the god of mischief, and when I questioned Loki, he denied this claim.

The weirdest thing is a gold-plated steel mask, which is incompatible with the weird and worn-out masks next to it.

In addition, a wooden mask with only one eye and a spiral pattern is exposed; The whole body is like a golden mask made of gold, full of majesty and domineering; The upper right corner is missing a quarter, with a strange and exaggerated skull mask; Of course, the most peculiar thing is the pair of black-rimmed glasses placed in the center, the most ordinary in a pile of masks, but the most extraordinary.

Harry noticed the following comment and described it lightly: This is a pair of glasses that no one will recognize you when you take it off, and it is best worn with a high-waisted suit......

"Magical props," Harry sighed, cupped his eyes.

It's best to get out of here as early as possible. Harry thought to himself that the nose that had hit the fireplace was still aching faintly, and he couldn't care about it anymore, so he tiptoed to the door. But when he was halfway there, he noticed two figures on the other side of the door's pane - one of them was the last person Harry wanted to see - Decora Malfoy, especially now, he was lost, covered in soot and wearing a pair of broken glasses.

Harry looked around and saw a large black cupboard to his left, it was a big cupboard, heavy wood, he opened the door of the closet with a lunge, it was full of thick fur coats, the tall cupboard was like a small room, Harry rushed in, closed the door, leaving only a thin slit, just enough to see the shop outside.

In a panic, he didn't notice that there was also a small label on the top of the cupboard, which read—the magic wardrobe made of the last young apple wood.

Harry didn't care what was hidden in the depths of the closet behind him, he listened intently, and after a few seconds the doorbell rang, Malfoy and his father walked into the store, and when they saw their old enemy, Harry's nervous hairs stood on end, he couldn't feel the cold air blowing on his neck behind him, and he was fully engaged in the intense activity of spying on Malfoy.

Mr. Malfoy had just stepped through the door and frowned at the sight of a completely unfamiliar furnishing, and he hesitated for a moment to confirm that this was Borgin's Dark Magic Store based on something that was still familiar, and then rang the bell at the counter.

Then he turned to his son and said, "Don't touch anything, Darka." ”

Malfoy was admiring a glass jar filled with liquid, and a bunch of bright red eyeballs were floating in it, and when he heard this, he turned back and said, "I thought you were going to buy me a gift!" Look at! How beautiful it is! ”

Old Malfoy looked back and saw the pair of bright red eyeballs full of vitality and resistance, and his brow furrowed tightly: "Decora, that's not a good thing...... It carries a heavy dose of bad luck and is sure to bring misfortune to its owner. Looking at the pair of things that he was 100% sure had gouged out of the eye socket of some unlucky bastard, old Malfoy sneered, "And hasn't its owner already paid for it?" ”

"Does Mr. Malfoy like those eyeballs?" Chen Ang came out of the back room, of course, everyone saw that he still seemed to have the greasy appearance of Mr. Bokin, Chen Ang said enthusiastically: "Those are the eyes of the Kuluta people, their pupils will turn bright red when they are emotional, and if they die at this time, this red will never dissipate." ”

"Now this race is dead for some reason! It's an out-of-print rarity...... I bought it from a merchant who had been to a distant continent. Chen Ang didn't lie to him, he just concealed the fact that he bought it in the trading market of the main god space.