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"Bought it all?" Hagrid was glad to see them all return.

"Almost," Harry said. "Did you see Malfoy's mother and son?"

"Yes," Hagrid said uninterestedly. "But they don't dare mess around in Diagon Alley, Harry, leave them alone."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances, but before they could dispel Hagrid's misguided optimism, the Weasleys and Ginny appeared, both clutching a heavy bag of books.

"Is everyone okay?" Mrs. Weasley said. "Bought a robe? Okay, so we can check out the Herb Shop and the Babbling Owl Shop on our way to Fred and George's shop - close by, now ...... "Since Ron and Harry don't need to take Potions class anymore, they didn't buy any potions, but they both bought big boxes of owl nuts for Hedwig and Piggy at the Babbling Owl Shop."

Mrs. Weasley then went to the depths of Diagon Alley with them, checking her watch every minute or so, looking for the Weasley magic trick shop owned by Fred and George.

"We don't really have much time," Mrs. Weasley said. "So we just had to look and go, back in the car. Come closer, it's Ninety-two...... Number 94 ......"

"Wow," Ron stopped.

Compared to the gray, poster-covered shop door, the window of Fred and George's store first caught everyone's eye, as if there was a fireworks display. Passers-by by chance looked back at the windows, and a few were even stunned. The window on the left is lined with eye-catching goods, some of which spin, pop, flash, jump, and scream. Harry's eyes were glazed.

On the window on the right is a huge poster, the paper is purple like the Ministry of Magic poster, but it is written in glowing yellow letters: Why worry about the mystery man? What you should be worried about is the feeling of being constipated - holding the whole country!

Harry laughed.

He heard a faint groan from beside him, and turned his head to see Mrs. Weasley staring at the poster in silence. Her lips moved, and she silently pronounced the name, "Born Secret Spirit." "They'll be murdered while they sleep!" She whispered.

"No, it won't!" Ron said that he was laughing just like Harry. "Great!" He and Harry led the way into the store.

It's full of customers; Harry couldn't even make it to the shelf.

He looked around, looking up at the boxes piled up on the ceiling: this was the quick-acting truancy candy that the twins had made in their last, unfinished year at Hogwarts; Harry noticed that the nosebleed cow candy was the most popular, and that only a crushed box was left on the shelf. There are also crates of mischief wands, the cheapest of which can only be turned into rubber ducks or a pair of shorts when waved; The most expensive are capable of chasing the head and neck of the unwary user; The whole box of quills is divided into automatic ink type, spelling check type and automatic answer type.

When a gap finally cleared in the crowd, Harry hurried to the counter, where a group of excited ten-year-olds watched a small wooden figure slowly walk towards the gallows, and the box underneath them read: Reusable Executioner - Cast a spell on it or he will hang himself!

"'Patented Daydream Curse ......'" Hermione had managed to squeeze into a display near a counter, reading the instructions behind a box that depicted a handsome young man and an intoxicated girl standing on the deck of a pirate ship in bright colors.

"'A simple spell can give you a high-quality, extremely realistic 30-minute daydream, which is applied to the usual classes in school, and in fact goes undetected (side effects include expressionlessness and slight drooling). Not for sale to anyone under the age of 16. 'Look,' Hermione looked up at Harry, "it's really special magic! ”

"Since you say so, Hermione," said a voice behind them, "you can get one for free." ”

Fred stood in front of them happily, dressed in a magenta robe that was out of place with his flaming hair.

"How are you, Harry?" They shook hands. "What's wrong with your eyes, Hermione?"

"It's all your smashing binoculars," she said with a sad face.

"Oh, ah, I forgot about that," Fred said. "Here—" He pulled a bottle out of his pocket and handed it to her; Hermione carefully unscrewed it, and there was a sticky yellow paste inside.

"Just apply it and those bruises will disappear within an hour," Fred said. "We had to find a pretty good anti-wound medicine because we were going to test most of the products on ourselves." Hermione looked uneasy. "This one is safe, right?" She asked.

"Of course," Fred said briskly. "Come here, Harry, I'll show you around."

Harry left Hermione, who was smearing his eyes, and followed Fred to the back of the shop, where he saw a table with cards and rope tricks.

"Muggle magic tricks!" Fred said happily, pointing at them with his finger. "To weirdos like Daddy, you know, people who love Muggle items. There is no big profit, but the business is quite stable, and they are very novelty...... Oh, here comes George......" Fred's twin brother shook Harry's hand in high spirits.

"Take him on a tour? Come back and see, Harry, that's where we make a lot of money - don't put that thing in your pocket, it's you, you're going to pay more than Galleons! He warned a little boy who was pulling his hand out of a jar with a label that read: Edible Dark Mark - Can Make Anyone Sick!

George pushed open the curtain next to the Muggle trick, and Harry saw a darker, less crowded room. The packaging of the product is neatly arranged on the shelves, which looks much more oppressive.

"We've just developed this line of more serious products," Fred said. "It's funny, we don't know how to do this......"

"You probably don't believe how many people can't even cast a decent Iron Armor Charm on someone who works at the Ministry of Magic," George said. "Of course, they didn't let you teach, Harry."

"That's right...... See, we're starting to think that the Iron Hat is just a bit of fun, and you think you're wearing it and asking your companion to cast a spell on you, and then look at his face when the magic bounces back. But the Ministry of Magic bought 500 for all of its employees! We're still receiving a lot of orders! ”

"Then we developed a series of cloaks, gloves and ......."

“…… I mean, they can't stop the Unforgivable Curse, but they ...... small to medium Curses."

"Then we decided to get into the whole field of Defence Against the Dark Arts because it's such a lucrative industry," George said fanatically.

"That's cool. See! Fast acting dark powder, we import from Peru. It's handy when you want to run away quickly. ”

"Our decoy detonator was just trying to slip off the shelf, look," Fred pointed to something weird and whistle-shaped black, looking like he was really scrambling to try to slip away. "You just have to sneak one to the ground and it will slip out of sight and make a great loud noise that you can move calmly."

"It works," Harry was intrigued.

"Take it," George grabbed a pair and tossed it to Harry.

A young witch with short blond hair poked her head into the curtain, and Harry saw that she was also dressed in a magenta staff robe.

"There's a customer out there looking for a joke crucible, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley." She said.

Harry thought it was a little strange to hear Fred and George referred to as "Mr. Weasley", but they both strode over as soon as they heard it.

"Wait, Veridi, I'm coming," said George quickly.

George lifted the curtain and went out to greet customers, and Fred led Harry back to the lobby of the store, where Harry found Hermione and Ginny still staring at the patented product Daydream Spell.

"Why haven't you girls found our special Wonder Witch product?" Fred asked. "Follow me, ladies......"

Next to the window, there is a row of bright pink goods, and a group of girls are smirking feverishly around them. Both Hermione and Ginny hesitated, watching warily.

"That's it," Fred said triumphantly. "It's the best love pill you'll ever find."

Ginny raised her eyebrows suspiciously, "Does this work?" ”

"Of course it works, the longest can last 24 hours, but this depends on the boy's weight......"

“…… And the attraction of girls," George suddenly appeared beside them again. "But we won't sell it to our sister," he added, suddenly stern, "she's got five boyfriends, and we're all about—"

"Whatever you hear from Ron, it's a big lie," Ginny said calmly, leaning over to grab a small pink jar from the shelf. "What is this?"

"Ten seconds to make sure the acne removal," Fred said. "Deals with everything from boils to blackheads well, but don't change the subject. Are you dating a boy named Dean Thomas right now? ”

"Yes, I have," Ginny said. "And the last time I saw him, he was one and not five boys. What are those? She pointed to the hairy balls in the pink and purple shades, all rolling around at the bottom of a cage and screaming loudly.

"Pygmy fluff," said George. "The miniature fluff, we weren't feeding fast enough. So what's going on with Michael Corner? ”

"I dumped him, he's a terrible loser," Ginny put a finger into the cage and watched the dwarf fluff gather around it. "They're so cute!"

"They're really likeable," Fred admits. "But you're changing boyfriends too quickly, aren't you?"

Ginny turned to glare at him cross-legged, like a Weasley, and Harry wondered if Fred hadn't flinched.

"It's none of your business! Thank you," Ginny huffed as she turned to Ron, who had just appeared next to George with a pile of merchandise, "I didn't make up my story to these two guys!" ”

"Three Galleons, nine Sico, and one Nat," Fred checked the box in Ron's hand. "Pay."

"I'm your brother!"

"You're taking our goods. Just three Galleons, nine Sico, and that one nat forget it. ”

"But I don't have three Galleons and nine Sico!"

"Then you'd better put them all back, and if you don't mind, put them back on their original shelves."

Ron threw several boxes on the ground and cursed and made a rude gesture at Fred, a gesture that was unfortunately seen by Mrs. Weasley, who happened to come in at the same time.

"If I ever see you do that again, I'll spell your fingers together." She said sternly.

"Mom, can I buy a dwarf fluff?" Ginny hastened.

"One what?" Mrs. Weasley said alarmedly.

"Look, how cute they are......" Mrs. Weasley walked over to look at the dwarf Fluff, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione immediately saw the window that had been blocked. Draco Malfoy was alone in the streets, hurrying down the street. He glanced over his head as he passed the Weasley Magic Trick Shop. Seconds later, he disappeared from view of the window.

"I wonder where his mom went?" Harry frowned.

"Looks like he got rid of it." Ron said.

"But why?" Hermione said.

Harry didn't say anything; He's thinking hard. Narcissa Malfoy wouldn't want her precious son out of her sight; Malfoy must have had a hard time breaking free from his mother's grasp. With Harry's knowledge and dislike of Malfoy, he believed that Malfoy would not be there to do anything good.

He looked around. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were bending over to look at the dwarf. Mr. Weasley was happily checking a package of Muggle-marked game cards, and Fred and George were greeting customers. Outside the window, Hagrid was standing with his back to them, staring carefully at the street.

"Come down here, hurry," Harry pulled the invisibility cloak out of his bag.

"Oh—I don't know, Harry," Hermione looked hesitantly at Mrs. Weasley.

"Come on." Ron said.

She hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly crouched down and hid under the cloak with Harry and Ron. No one noticed that they were gone; Everyone was fascinated by Fred and George's products. Harry, Ron, and Hermione squeezed out the door as fast as they could, but by the time they managed to get out into the street, Malfoy had just as successfully vanished.

"He's going that way," Harry said as low as he could, three of you look at me and I'll look at you, and the cat quickly followed.

They soon followed Malfoy to the only shop Harry had ever visited in Tumbledown Alley: Bogin-Bock, which sold all sorts of evil items. In the middle of the crates full of skulls and old bottles, Draco Malfoy stood with his back to them, next to what resembled the big black cupboard that Harry had once hid from the Malfoys.

Judging by Malfoy's waving hand, he was talking excitedly.

The shopkeeper, Mr. Borgin, faced Malfoy, a hunchbacked man with greasy hair. At this moment, there was a strange expression of hatred and fear on his face.