Harry spent most of the last week of summer vacation thinking about Malfoy's actions in Tumbledown Alley. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

What bothered him the most was the look of satisfaction on Malfoy's face as he left the store.

Something that makes Malfoy as happy isn't usually a good thing.

However, he was slightly annoyed by the fact that neither Ron nor Hermione seemed as curious about Malfoy's behavior as he was; Or at least, after a few days of discussion, they looked bored.

"Yes, I've agreed that this is suspicious, Harry," Hermione said impatiently.

She was sitting on the windowsill in Fred and George's room, with a cardboard box on her feet, barely looking up from her newly purchased Advanced Magical Translation. "But we all agree that there are many explanations for this, right?"

"Maybe he's broken his glorious hand," Ron said mumbly, trying to straighten a few crooked sprigs from the broomstick's tail. "Remember that crumpled arm of his?"

"But what's the point with him saying, 'Don't forget to hide that one?'" Harry asked for the umpteenth time. "Sounds like Bogin has one more thing and Malfoy wants both."

"What do you think?" Ron said that he was trying to scrape the mud off the broom handle again.

"Yes," Harry said. Seeing that neither Ron nor Hermione responded, he added, "Malfoy's father went to Azkaban. Don't you think Malfoy will get revenge? Ron looked up and blinked.

"Malfoy, revenge? What can he do? ”

"That's what I mean, I don't know what he's going to do!" Harry said with some dismay. "But he must have something in mind, and I think we should take it seriously. His father was a Death Eater, and ......" Harry paused, his eyes fixed on the window behind Hermione, his mouth open. Suddenly he had an amazing idea.

"Harry?" Hermione said worriedly. "What's wrong with you?"

"Your scars aren't going to start hurting again, are they?" Ron asked nervously.

"He went to work as a Death Eater," Harry said slowly. "He took his father's place as a Death Eater!"

Everyone didn't speak, and then Ron burst out laughing.

"Malfoy? He's only sixteen, Harry! Do you think Mysterio will let Malfoy join? ”

"It seems unlikely, Harry," Hermione said with a forced smile, "what makes you think-?" ”

"In Mrs. Morkin's shop. Madame Morkin didn't even touch him, but when she was about to roll up his sleeve, Malfoy screamed and struggled to break free of his arm. It was his left arm. It must have been marked with the Dark Devil. Harry said with confidence.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

"This ......," Ron sounded completely unconvinced.

"I think he just wants to get out of there, Harry," Hermione said.

"He showed Bojin something we hadn't seen," Harry insisted stubbornly. "Something that scared Borgin a lot. It must be the Dark Mark, I know—he wants Bokin to know who he's dealing with, and you see how seriously Bokin takes him! ”

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances again.

"I'm not sure, Harry......"

"yes, I still don't think the mystery man will let Malfoy join ......"

Harry was angry, but absolutely sure he was right, and he picked up a large pile of dirty Quidditch robes and left the room; Weasley has been urging them for the past few days not to leave their laundry and packages until the day of school. When he reached the door, he and Ginny bumped into each other, and she was returning to her room with a pile of freshly washed clothes.

"I really shouldn't have gone to the kitchen just now," she admonished, "there's a lot of 'pus' in there." ”

"I'll be careful not to touch it." Harry smiled.

Unsurprisingly, when he walked into the kitchen, he found Fleur sitting at the dining table, gushing about her and Bill's wedding plans, while Mrs. Weasley was guarding a pile of self-peeling sprouts and didn't seem to be in a good temper.

“…… Bill and I pretty much decided that as long as there were two bridesmaids, Ginny and Gabrielle would be very cute standing together. I'm thinking of having them wear light blonde dresses - pink would go badly with Ginny's hair—"

"Ah, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley loudly interrupted Fleur's tirade. "Great, I was just about to tell you about the security arrangements on the way to Hogwarts tomorrow. We've borrowed another special bus from the Ministry of Magic, and the Aurors will be waiting at the train station—"

"Will Tonks go there too?" Harry asked, handing over his Quidditch robe.

"No, I don't think so, Arthur said she was sent somewhere else."

"She's on her own, that Tonks," Fleur said thoughtfully, examining the beautiful reflection of herself on the back of the teaspoon. "If you want me to say, that's a big mistake......"

"Yes, thank you," Mrs. Weasley interrupted Fleur again sharply, "you'd better get on with it, Harry, and if possible I hope you'll be able to pack all your luggage tonight so we don't have the last-minute mess we used to." ”

In fact, their departure the next morning was much smoother than before.

By the time the Ministry of Magic drove into the Burrow's yard, the boxes had been packed, Hermione's pet cat, Crookshan, was safely in its basket, and Hedwig, Ron's owl piggy, and Ginny's newly purchased purple dwarf fluff, Arnold, were all in the cage.

"Goodbye, Arlie," Fleur said in a low guttural voice, and she kissed Harry as a farewell.

Ron rushes forward hopefully, but Ginny reaches out and smacks Ron, causing him to fall on all fours in the mud at Fleur's feet.

Embarrassed and annoyed, Ron got into the car covered in mud and didn't even say goodbye.

It wasn't the cheerful Hagrid who picked them up at King's Cross. In his place were two bearded Aurors, whose cars had stopped when the two men in dark Muggle suits met them, carrying them all to the station without saying a word.

"Hurry, hurry, through that wall," Mrs. Weasley seemed a little flustered by this rigorous efficiency. "Harry better go first, and follow—" She looked inquiringly at one of the Aurors, and he nodded briefly, grabbing Harry's arm and trying to pull him towards the wall between platforms nine and ten.

"I'll walk, thanks," Harry said irritably, wrenching his arm out of the Auror's grasp. He pushed the trolley against the solid wall, ignoring his silent companions, and a second later he found himself standing on platform 9 and 3/4, the bright red train to Hogwarts spewing steam from the crowd.

Then Hermione and the Weasleys arrived.

Without asking for permission from the grimacing Auror behind him, Harry gestured to Ron and Hermione to follow him to the platform to see if there was any available carriage.

"We can't, Harry," Hermione said apologetically. "Ron and I have to report to the prefect's carriage first, and then we have to do some patrols in the hallways." "Oh yes, I forgot," Harry said.

"You'd better get in the car, everyone, there's only a few minutes left," Mrs. Weasley said as she looked at her watch. "Have a great school year, Ron......"

"Mr. Weasley, may I have a few words with you?" At that moment, Harry suddenly made up his mind and said to Mr. Weasley.

"Of course," said Mr. Weasley, who looked a little surprised, but followed Harry to a corner that no one else could hear.

Harry considered it carefully, and at last he came to the conclusion that if he had to tell anyone about it, Mr. Weasley would be the most suitable person; First, because he worked for the Ministry of Magic, which allowed for further investigation, and second, he felt that Mr. Weasley was unlikely to be angry.

As they walked away, he saw both Mrs. Weasley and the grimacing Auror looking at them both suspiciously.

"The day we were in Diagon Alley—" Harry said, but Mr. Weasley grimaced and said first.

"Am I going to be told where you three disappeared when you, Ron, and Hermione were supposed to be in Fred and George's little shophouse?" "What are you—?"

"Harry, please. You're talking to the guy who raised Fred and George. ”

"Uh...... That's right, well, we weren't in the back room at the time. ”

"Very well, then, let's hear the worst."

"Well, we've been following Draco Malfoy all the way. Used my cloak of invisibility. ”

"Do you have any particular reason for doing this, or is it just a whim?"

"Because I think Malfoy has some kind of conspiracy," Harry continued, ignoring Mr. Weasley's look of annoyance and interest. "He dumped his mom, and I want to know what he's going to do."

"Of course you do," Mr. Weasley said in accord. "So? Have you found out why? ”

"He went to the Burkin-Burke shop," said Harry, "and he threatened the guy named Bogin to fix something for him." He also asked Bo Jin to keep another item for him. Judging by his words, it was as if that thing was the same as something that needed to be repaired. It seems to be a couple. And ......"

Harry took a deep breath.

"One more thing. We noticed that when Mrs. Morkin tried to touch his left arm, he jumped up and got high. I think his arm has been marked with the Dark Magic. I think he had replaced his father as a Death Eater. ”

Mr. Weasley looked startled. After a while he said, "Harry, I doubt the mystery man would allow a sixteen-year-old—"

"Does anyone know what the mystery man will and won't do?" Harry asked angrily. "I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley, but isn't this worth investigating? If Malfoy wanted to fix something, he would have to do it by threatening Bokin, then it had to be some kind of dark magic object or dangerous goods, wouldn't it? ”

"Honestly, I still don't believe it, Harry," Mr. Weasley said slowly. "You know, we searched Lucius Malfoy's house when he was arrested. We took away everything possible dangerous goods. ”

"I think you may have missed something," Harry said stubbornly.

"Ah, maybe," Mr. Weasley said, but Harry could tell that Mr. Weasley was simply accommodating him.

Behind them there was a whistle; Almost everyone was already on the train, and the doors were about to close.

"You'd better hurry," Mr. Weasley said, as Mrs. Weasley shouted at him, "Harry, hurry! He hurried over to the train, and the Weasleys helped him carry his luggage.

"Alright, dear, you'll be here for Christmas, we've already made sure we've made it to Dumbledore, so we'll meet again soon," Mrs. Weasley said through the window, as Harry closed the door behind him and the train was already moving.

"Gotta take care of yourself—" The train began to speed up.

"--behave, and-" She was already jogging along with the train.

"-Stay safe!" Harry waved goodbye to them, and it wasn't until the train turned a corner and the Weasleys were out of sight that he stopped and turned to find someone else.

He figured that Ron and Hermione must still be in the prefect's car, while Ginny was standing a little further down the corridor of the carriage, chatting with a few of her friends. He dragged his luggage and walked over to her.

All the people along the way stared at him without being shy.

They even put their faces against the window of the box to look at him.

He had expected to endure more attention this semester since all the rumors of the "true destiny" had been published in the Daily Prophet, but he didn't want to enjoy the feeling of being in the spotlight. He patted Ginny on the shoulder.

"Let's go find a carriage, okay?"

"No, Harry, I said I was going to meet with Dean," said Ginny happily, "I'll see you later." ”

"All right," Harry said. Her red hair fluttered behind her as she walked away, and he felt a strange tingling in his heart from his anger. He'd been so used to having her around all summer that he had forgotten that she wasn't around him, Ron, and Hermione at school. So he blinked and looked around: he was surrounded by girls who were obsessed with him.

Harry sighed helplessly, and was about to find a way out of the crowd when an arm reached in from outside the crowd and grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Alright, beauties, if there's anything you want to say to Harry, there's a chance to go to school. We haven't seen each other for a summer vacation, so leave us some more intimate space. ”

Familiar voices, familiar tastes, and that familiar intonation.

Harry turned his head in surprise to see the familiar look in his eyes.

"Duten!"

A smile crossed Harry's face.