Bypassing Narcissa and going to Borgin alone, the Burke Magic Shop, and making Old Borgin fear of him, it was clear that Draco was not an obedient child, or rather, carried away by Voldemort's promises?

Of course, the second option is a bit more likely.

Voldemort was always very good at that, demagoguery, or was Draco still confused?

Kill Dumbledore?

That's something Voldemort hasn't done in more than a decade, let alone a tiny Draco.

I don't know if Professor Snape will be able to help Draco save his life, but seeing Draco like this, doing things for Voldemort behind Narcissa's back, I don't know how long it will take for Bogin, the vanishing cabinet, to be repaired.

However, this can only be regarded as a small prank for Dumbledore, although in the original situation, Dumbledore died here......

However, for Harry, Malfoy's actions managed to get Harry's attention.

Harry spent most of the last week of summer vacation thinking about Malfoy's actions in Tumbledown Alley.

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 Van Lin nor Hermione seemed as curious about Malfoy's behavior as he was, or at least, they looked tired of it after a few days of discussion.

"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. It was a rare thing, the fact that Hermione was busy with the upcoming separate ordinary wizard rank exam, which had put the girl into the whole experience, and the time left for Hermione was a bit short.

"But we all agree that there are many explanations for this, right?"

"Maybe he's broken his glorious hand," Van Lin said nonchalantly, casually looking for an excuse as he was concentrating on Fred's Iron Charm improvements, as a normal cloak could hardly hold powerful spells......

"Oh yes, remember that crumpled arm of his?" Hermione remembered the arm she had seen when she went in, a hand bone, a typical dark magic item.

"But what did he say, 'Don't forget to hide that one?'" Harry asked the umpteenth time. "It sounds like Bogin has one more thing and Malfoy has both. ”

"What do you think?" Ron continued, trying to scrape the mud off the handle of his broomstick. At first, Ron was very interested, and although he complained that they didn't bring him with him, after learning the whole story, Ron really didn't have the energy to find out what Malfoy was hiding in the Borgin store......

"Yes," Harry said. Seeing that neither Van Lin 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, a little disappointed. "But he must have something in mind, and I think we should take it seriously. His father was a Death Eater and ......"

Harry paused, eyes fixed on the window behind Hermione, mouth open. Suddenly he had an amazing idea.

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

"Your scars aren't starting to hurt again, are they?" asked Ron nervously. "He went to work as a Death Eater," Harry said slowly. He took his father's place and became a Death Eater!"

Everyone didn't speak, and then Ron burst out laughing. "Malfoy? He's only sixteen, Harry, do you think the mystery man will let Malfoy join?"

"It seems unlikely, Harry," Hermione said with a grin, "what makes you feel ——?"

"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. ”

"It's not impossible. Van Lin glanced at Harry, but then buried his head in it, Malfoy would become a Death Eater, but this did not matter, but to Van Lin's surprise, Harry would find out some truths through clues, but it was useless.

"You agree too?"

"Oh, I don't know, but it doesn't make a difference, Harry. "Even if he became a Death Eater, it was his own choice. ”

"This ......," Ron sounded like he didn't believe Van Lin's words at all.

"Perhaps, 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!"

Hermione looked up at Van Lin, but the latter was not in the slightest interest in the matter.

"I'm not sure, Harry......" Hermione said uncertainly.

"yes, I still don't think the Mystic is going to let Malfoy join ......" Ron agreed.

Harry was angry, but absolutely sure he was right, and he left the room with a large pile of dirty Quidditch robes, which Weasley had 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 interrupted Fleur's tirade in a loud voice. "Great, I was just about to tell you about the security arrangements on the way to Hogwarts tomorrow. We've borrowed another train 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 going 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, Van Lin," Fleur said in a low guttural voice, and she wanted a kiss goodbye, but given Hermione's thoughts, Van Lin felt it was safer for him to retract his tentative foot.

However, as compensation, she kissed Harry as a farewell.

However, when Ron rushes forward hopefully, Ginny stretches out her foot 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, who nodded briefly, grabbed Harry's arm, and tried 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 cart toward the solid wall, ignoring his silent companions, and a second later he found himself standing on platform nine and three-quarters, the bright red train to Hogwarts halting in the crowd spewing steam. Then the Weasleys arrived.

Without asking for permission from the grimacing Aurors behind him, Harry gestured to the others to follow him to the platform to see if there were any empty carriages.

"We can't, Harry," Hermione said apologetically. "Ron and I have to report to the prefect's car first, and then we have to do some rounds in the hallways. And so is Van Lin, he is ......"

"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, can I have a few words with you?" said Harry 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 thought it over, and finally he came to the conclusion that if he were to tell anyone about this, Mr. Weasley would be the right person to do so, first, he worked for the Ministry of Magic so that he could investigate further, and secondly, 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 preemptively said.

"Am I about to be told where you three disappeared when you, Van Lin, and Hermione were supposed to be in Fred and George's little shophouse?"

"How 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 wanted to know what he was going to do. ”

"Of course you do," Mr. Weasley said in accord. "So, did you find 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?" asked Harry angrily. "I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley, but isn't this worth investigating? If Malfoy wants to fix something, and he needs to do it by threatening Bogin, then it must be some dark magic object or dangerous goods, isn'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. A whistle sounded behind them, and almost everyone was on the train and the doors were closing.

"You'd better hurry," Mr. Weasley said, as Mrs. Weasley shouted at him, "Harry, hurry!" and he hurried over to the train, where 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 also-" She was already jogging along with the train. "-Stay safe!"