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Bill was to stay at home with Fleur, and while others weren't looking, he handed Harry a bag full of money from the table.

"Where's mine?" Ron asked immediately, his eyes wide open.

"That would have been Harry's, fool," Bill said. "I've taken it out of your vault, Harry, for it now takes five hours for the public to get their gold, and the elves have stepped up their security considerably. Alger Filpert had just been stabbed in his ...... by an integrity probe two days earlier Well, trust me, it's the easier way. ”

"Thank you, Bill," Harry put the gold in his pocket.

"He's always so considerate," Fleur said adoringly as she scratched Bill's nose and purred in her throat. Ginny pretends to vomit behind Fleur's back. Harry choked on the cornflakes, and Ron slapped him the back.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and looked very dark. When they appeared outside the house with their cloaks on, a Ministry of Magic sedan that Harry had ridden in once was already waiting in the courtyard of the front door.

"It's great that Daddy can borrow these again," Ron said gratefully, stretching a lot as the sedan drove smoothly out of the Burrow, and Bill and Fleur waved at them from the kitchen window. Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny sat in the spacious and comfortable back seat.

"Don't get addicted, it's all because Harry is here," Mr. Weasley said, turning his head. He and Mrs. Weasley sat in the front row with the chauffeur in the department; The front passenger seat stretches out to resemble a two-seater sofa. "He was given the highest level of security. We're meeting up with another group of guards at the Leaky Cauldron. ”

Harry didn't say anything; He didn't like to buy things in the company of a large group of Aurors. He still had an invisibility cloak in his backpack, and he thought that if it worked for Dumbledore, then it should work for the Ministry of Magic as well, and although he thought about it now, Harry wasn't sure if the Ministry knew he had such a cloak.

"You're here," said the driver, who spoke for the first time, as he slowed down on Charing Cross Street and parked outside the Leaky Cauldron Bar. "I'm waiting for you at the door, can you tell me how long you'll be staying?"

"Two or three hours, I reckon," Mr. Weasley said.

"Ah, yes, he's here!" Harry followed Mr. Weasley's example and looked out the window; His heart was beating out. There were no Aurors waiting outside the inn, only a huge figure with a black beard, it was Rubeus Hagrid, the Hogwarts hunting ground warden, wearing a beaver fur coat, looking at Harry pleasantly, not paying attention to the horrified faces of Muggle pedestrians.

"Harry!" He said in a gruff voice, as soon as Harry got out of the car and was grabbed by him with the strength he could crush bones. "Buckbeak-Weather, I mean- you must see it, Harry, not to mention how happy it is to be back in the great outdoors-"

"I'm happy," Harry grinned as he rubbed his ribs. "We didn't know 'guard' was referring to you!"

"I know, just like before, right? The Ministry of Magic wanted to send a bunch of Aurors, but Dumbledore said I'd come," Hagrid proudly puffed out his chest and tucked his thumb into his pocket, "Then let's go in—we'll follow you, Molly, Arthur—"

The Leaky Cauldron was empty, for the first time in Harry's memory.

The only thing left in the crowd was Tom, the boss, with a withered face and teeth on the verge of falling out.

Tom looked up hopefully as they entered, but before he could speak, Hagrid said solemnly, "I'm just passing by today, Tom, as you know for sure." Hogwarts affairs. ”

Tom nodded gloomily and wiped the glass again; Harry, Hermione, Hagrid, and the Weasleys walked through the bar to a deserted yard with dumpsters in the back. Hagrid held up his pink umbrella and tapped it on a brick on the wall, which immediately turned into an arch that led to a winding cobblestone path. After passing through the entrance, they stopped and looked around.

Diagon Alley has changed. The lighted windows with spell books, potion ingredients, and cauldrons were gone, and large posters of the Ministry of Magic were plastered on them. Most of the dim, purple posters were zoomed-in security advisories from the pamphlets the Ministry of Magic had distributed this summer, but some were large moving black-and-white photographs of known fugitive Death Eaters. Bellatrix Lestrange was sneering on the windowpane of a recent pharmacy.

The glass of several shops has been nailed with wooden boards, including the Floring Cold Drink Shop.

On the other hand, many tattered stalls have popped up along the roadside. The nearest striped awning sits at the door of the Blotted Bookstore, with a piece of cardboard nailed to the front that reads: Amulet: Effective against Werewolves, Dementors, and Shadows.

A ragged wizard was chattering to every passer-by with a silver mark strung together in his arms.

"One for your little girl, ma'am?" He yelled at Mrs. Weasley, staring at Ginny maliciously. "Protect her beautiful neck?"

"If I were at work......" Mr. Weasley glared angrily at the amulet dealer.

"Yes, but don't arrest anyone now, my dear, we're busy," Mrs. Weasley nervously checked a list. "I think we'd better go to Madame Morkin's robes store first, Hermione wants to buy a women's robe, Ron's ankles are almost revealing his school robes, you're going to buy a new one too, Harry, you're growing so fast- come on, everybody keep up-"

"Molly, we don't all need to go to Madame Morkin's robes," Mr. Weasley said. "Why don't you let Hagrid go with the three of them, and we go to the Blott to buy their textbooks?"

"I don't know," said Mrs. Weasley uneasily, apparently making a painful choice between the desire to end the shopping quickly and the need to bring everyone together. "Hagrid, what do you think—?"

"Don't worry, they'll be fine with me, Molly," Hagrid comforted her, waving his hand as big as the lid of a trash can. Mrs. Weasley didn't seem convinced, but agreed to part, and he hurried to the Blotts' bookstore with her husband and Ginny, while Hagrid took Harry, Ron, and Hermione to Madame Morkin's shop.

Harry noticed that many of the pedestrians who passed by them were as hurried and restless as Mrs. Weasley, and no one stopped to talk; Shoppers stay together in close companionship, focused on buying their stuff. It looks like no one came alone.

"Maybe we'll all get in and get crowded," they said as they stopped outside the robes shop, and Hagrid bent down to peek through the window. "I'll just be out there, okay?" So Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into the store together.

At first glance, there seemed to be no one in the room, but as soon as they closed the door, a familiar voice came from behind the shelves filled with shiny green and blue robes.

“…… I'm not a kid anymore, if you haven't noticed, Mom. I can afford to buy things on my own. Then there was a gurgling sound, and Harry could hear Lady Morkin's voice say, "Well, dear, your mother is so right, no one can walk outside alone now, and it has nothing to do with whether it is a child or not—"

"Look where you pinned the pin!" A pale boy appeared behind the shelf, with pale blond hair and a pointed chin, dressed in a dark green robe with shiny pins pinned to the frills and cuffs. He strode over to the mirror to examine himself; After a while, he saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione standing behind him in the mirror, and then his light gray eyes narrowed.

"If you're wondering what you smell, Mom, it's because a mudblood has come in," Draco Malfoy said.

"I don't think you need that language!" Lady Morkin hurried out from behind the shelf with a tape measure and a wand. "I don't want to see my wand pulled out in my shop!" She hurriedly added that Harry and Ron were standing in the doorway with their wands pointed at Malfoy.

Hermione stood behind them both and whispered, "No, no, honestly, it's not worth ......"

"Well, it looks like you dare to do magic outside the school," Malfoy sneered. "Who made your eyes blue, Granger? I'm going to give them flowers. ”

"Enough!" Mrs. Morkin shrieked, turning her head for support. "Madame—please—"

Narcissa Malfoy slumped out from behind the hanger.

"Put those away," she said coldly to Harry and Ron. "If you attack my son again, I promise it will be the last thing you two do."

"Really?" Harry took a step forward, staring at the smooth, haughty face that, though pale, still resembled her sister. Harry was about as tall as her now. "Go find some Death Eater friends and take us out, won't you?"

Mrs. Morkin screamed, clutching her chest.

Narcissa Malfoy smiled in disgust.

"I think you've had a delusion about safety under Dumbledore's favor, Harry Potter. But Dumbledore can't always protect you. ”

Harry scoffed and looked around the shop.

"Wow...... Look...... He's not here now! Why don't you give it a try? They may be able to help you find a double room in Azkaban so that you can be reunited with your husband. ”

Malfoy angrily lunged at Harry, only to tripped over his own overgrown robes.

Ron laughed.

"How dare you talk to my mother, Potter!" Malfoy snarled.

"It's alright, Draco," Narcissa said as if remembering something, and instead put her slender white hand on Malfoy's shoulder and stopped him. "I reckon Potter will be able to see Sirius in another world before he is reunited with Lucius."

Harry raised his wand even higher.

"Harry, don't!" Hermione pleaded and grabbed his hand, trying to get it down. "Think about it...... You can't...... You're going to get in big trouble......" Lady Morkin stood trembling for a moment, then decided to pretend that nothing had happened as she had hoped.

She bent down towards Malfoy, who was glaring at Harry.

"I guess the left sleeve should be lifted a little bit, my dear, just let me—"

"Oops!" Malfoy yelled, pushing her hand away, "Look where you pinned the pin, woman!" Mom - I don't want these robes anymore - "

He tore off his robe and threw it at the floor at Madame Morkin's feet.

"You're right, Draco," Narcissa glanced at Hermione with contempt, "now I know what kind of scum is in this room...... Let's go to the Falfeld and Tatin stores to buy it. ”

The two of them strode out, and Malfoy bumped Ron hard as he walked out.

"Alas, really!" Mrs. Morkin said that she grabbed the fallen robes and held the end of her wand at them like a vacuum cleaner to clean up the dust.

She looked distraught as she tailored Ron and Harry, and gave Hermione the wizard's robes, and finally when she bowed to see them off, she seemed happy to see their backs walk out the door.

……

The performance of Harry and the others is not mentioned for the time being.

Mother and son Malfoy, who had left Madame Morkin's magical robes shop, walked briskly into Tumbledown Alley.

"Mom, why are we in such a hurry to leave."

According to little Malfoy's thoughts, he had to continue to taunt Potter fiercely, otherwise he would not be happy in his heart. Unexpectedly, his mother pulled him away quickly, which made him particularly unhappy.

"Don't talk about it." Narcissa glanced left and right, and said quickly, "The Dark Lord is gone...... Don't speak, listen to me, not because of Potter, but because of someone else, and you know who that person is, but I can't say much more, and now he can feel it all when anyone says his name. So Draco, although Potter may not really be the savior, Dumbledore's camp will definitely survive in the future, and it is time for us to change our position, trust Mom, Mom will not harm you. ”

Draco knew of course that his mother wouldn't pay him back, but he suddenly couldn't accept what Narcissa had said.

"Mom, ...... you said," he also subconsciously glanced left and right, "Are you sure you know what you're talking about?" ”

"Of course my son," Narcissa patted him by the collar, "if you don't believe me, I'll take you to see it sometime, but for now, you'd better continue to argue with Potter as if nothing had happened, but keep it right, understand?" ”

Narcissa said quickly, recalling the terrifying scene she saw half a month ago, and now that she thinks about it, she can't help but shudder, and she is even more optimistic about the future of the Dark Lord.