Chen Ang continued to discuss the price with Malfoy Sr., but his attention was already on Decora, who seemed to be obsessed with the dark Bible, as he stopped in front of the specimen of the Fallen Demon and read a card affixed to an ornate scepter.

He read it out loud: "This is a famous Shifting Lord known as the Weaver of Destiny, who was once thrown into an alternate dimension known as the Well of Eternity by its master, the Chaos God Tzeentch, and thus gained some knowledge of 'future knowledge and the results of madness', and there are eighty-one Wandering Lords in charge of recording the mad muttering it makes, and this is the scepter of one of them. I believe he left some interesting prophecies on it - which will only be revealed when confronted by the prophecy owner. ”

"What is this?" Decora said excitedly: "What 'Tzeentch', what 'Changing Lord', I've never heard of it......"

"Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean He doesn't exist." An indescribable shadow figure appeared in front of Decora, and whispered, its face was not blurred, but it was not clear, as if it could not be looked at, Decora looked back nervously, only to see that his father was still bargaining with Bokin as if he had not seen all this.

"Who are you?" Darken your voice and ask, "Do you know who my father is?" If you dare to hurt me, he's behind me and will tear you to shreds. ”

"All things in life, all things are one, and he who is one does not care who your father is." The shadow said, "I'm just a portkey." With that, he fell into a long silence.

Decora waited for it for a while, and finally Decora, who never saw him react again, kicked the ornate scepter in annoyance, and the eyes on it suddenly opened, and the light shone on Decora, and he saw something in the light—Dumbledore who fell from the tower, his father prostrate at the feet of a strange man without a nose, and the death of Harry Potter, whom he hated the most, and many, familiar, acquaintances, who looked at a big white-haired boy with fear and resentment, and when he turned back, Decora saw a familiar face, as if he had grown up.

In the distorted light and shadow, on the other road, he saw Harry Potter holding a wand to Dumbledore and issuing a death curse, he saw Harry Potter take off the ring on Dumbledore's hand, figuring out the black gem on it, and saw his godfather Snape, bowing to Harry Potter with tears in his eyes, excitedly opening a golden magic book for him - it was the Golden Book of the Sun.

What terrified Decora was that at Harry Potter's feet, he saw his own corpse.

The violent heart rush made him scream, out of the illusion, and the scepter was placed in front of him, as if everything that had happened before was an illusion.

"Darkola? What happened to you? His father turned back and asked.

"No, nothing!" Instinctively, Decora didn't want to tell his father about it, but lied and said, "I was just scared by it!" He gestured to the specimen of the Sinking Demon.

"It says it will come back to life when it encounters a wizard!" Afraid of being poked, Decora added.

"Decora, I wish you were stronger than the girls...... Today's academic performance is not as good as that of a Muggle girl! She should be a little more daring than she is, even though she's a Gryffindor. Then old Malfoy sneered at Chen Ang, "You shouldn't have written such absurd rumors for the right thing...... Bogin, the last time I visited, you didn't have this mess in your shop, and you were a reliable, honest trader of dark magic materials. That's why I trade with you so often. ”

"I can assure you that my goods are honest and reliable, and you may not find a second shopkeeper in Tumbledown Alley who is as affordable, honest, and full of all sorts of magical items as I am! The specimen of the Fallen Demon is a unique and good item, and the label on it is correct, if it encounters a Sinking Demon Wizard, then it may indeed be resurrected. ”

When Chen Ang was entangled with old Malfoy, Decora had gradually calmed down, and he thought back to the hallucinatory voices he had heard before, those Death Eaters actually bowed down at the feet of Harry Potter in awe, what were they shouting? The Dark Lord!

They actually called Harry Potter the Dark Lord!

Malfoy Decora felt a strong wave of jealousy and irritation, how could they, how dare they call Harry Potter that. That wreck, except for an ugly scar, he doesn't understand anything, how can he deserve this honorific title?

This should be mine! Malfoy Decora was determined not to let such a terrible thing happen.

Harry Potter saw the twisted look of disgust on Malfoy's face from his closet, and he heard Malfoy mutter, "Is what I see just a prophecy?" I can't let it happen...... Harry Potter didn't deserve to sit in that position, even though he killed Dumbledore. ”

"I killed Dumbledore?" Harry in the closet was shocked: "What kind of mess is Malfoy thinking?" ”

Harry saw Decora secretly looking at the golden magic book, his eyes were full of suspicion, and he whispered, his voice whispered that only Harry could hear clearly in the closet in front of him: "The Golden Book of the Sun, and the ring on Dumbledore's hand...... Is that a resurrection stone? If so, then didn't Harry Potter really find the secret of the resurrection? ”

"And how did he know?" Decora frowned, "How did he get this book?" ”

Hearing the 'resurrection', Harry couldn't help but hold his breath, and his ears didn't even let go of a word that Decora said, but Decora had already discovered the wardrobe by this time, and his eyes were hesitant and horrified, and he said to himself, "Unless he's here now!" Harry's heart stopped at hearing this, and he watched as Malfoy's hand reached for the handle of the closet.

But old Malfoy shouted at one end of the counter, "Decora, come here." ”

Malfoy Decora gave Harry's familiar smile, a cocky and nasty grin, and he said, "I'm crazy to think that...... The arrogant Potter is still at his disgusting uncle's house! He couldn't even eat...... How is it possible to come to Tumble Alley. ”

Decora turned around and walked away, Harry wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his head, and then he suddenly felt the closet cold, as cold as the number nine winter, and the cold air came from the dense coat behind him, which made Harry a little curious......

Over there, Decora pestered Malfoy Sr. to buy the magic book made of gold, but Chen Ang's side offered a sky-high price.

"Are you crazy? Bogin! I can buy your entire shop for this money! Malfoy said angrily.

Chen Ang insisted: "It's worth so much money...... It's a magical item made of magical gold, and it has the power of resurrection like no other in the world...... This is already a bargain! ”

Old Malfoy dropped: "The Malfoy family will never accept fraud." He dragged Decora and hurried out of Bogin's dark magic shop.