Diagon Alley has changed. It's about the same as when the holiday of Verlin first began, except that it has become more desolate.

The bright windows that had been lined 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 window pane of a nearest 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 with some malice. "Protect her beautiful neck?"

"If I were ...... work" Mr. Weasley stared angrily at the amulet dealer, never underestimating the anger in the heart of a righteous enforcer, who had not intended to be spared by Van Lin.

"Yes, but don't arrest anyone now, my dear, we're busy," Mrs. Weasley strained as she read a list. "I think we'd better go to Madame Morkin's robes store first, Hermione and Van Lin need to think of a new robe, Ron's ankles are almost showing 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 garbage can.

Mrs. Weasley didn't seem convinced, but agreed to part ways, and he, her husband, and Ginny hurried to the Blotts' bookstore while Hagrid took Harry, Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione to Mrs. Morkin's shop.

Harry noticed that many of the passers-by were in the same hurry and agitation as Mrs. Weasley, and that no one stopped to talk, and that the shoppers were all in close company, intently shopping for their things. 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, Verlin, 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 saying, "Well, dear, your mother is so right, no one can walk outside alone now, it has nothing to do with whether it is a child or not-"

"Look where you pinned the pins!" 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, and in a moment he saw Harry, Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione standing behind him.

This made his pale gray eyes narrow, perhaps out of disgust and displeasure with the latter, which made his words a little offensive.

"If you're wondering what you smell, Mom, it's because there's a mud plant coming in," Draco Malfoy said.

"I don't think you need that language!" said Lady Morkin, hurrying out from behind the shelf, with a tape measure and a wand. "I don't want to see wands pulled out in my shop!" she added hurriedly, seeing the three boys standing in the doorway all pointing their wands 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, and I'm going to give them flowers. ”

Van Lin glanced at Hermione's eyes, in fact, there were only faint traces left, but for the sake of blowing, it was clear that any change could be a weapon of Draco's sarcasm.

If anyone knows the best about what they look like, at Hogwarts, apart from a few of them, only Draco remains.

"That's enough!" Lady Morkin shrieked, turning her head for help. "Madame—please—"

Narcissa Malfoy walked out from behind the hanger, and when she saw Vanlin, Narcissa was visibly evasive, but then she returned to normal, only more wary of Vanlin.

"Put those away," she said coldly, ignoring Van Lin's move to put away her wand, before coldly speaking to Harry and Ron. "If you attack my son again, I'm sure it'll 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 wasn't much taller than she was now. "Go find some Death Eater friends and take us out, won't you?"

Mrs. Morkin screamed, clutching her chest.

"Really, you can't blame her so much—such a dangerous thing—drop your wand, please!" but Harry didn't put his wand down. Narcissa Malfoy smiled in disgust.

"I think you've had a delusion about security under Dumbledore's favor, Harry Potter. But Dumbledore can't always protect you. Harry sneered as he looked around the shop. "Wow...... Look...... He's not here now! Why don't you try? They might find you a double room in Azkaban so 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 like that, Potter!" Malfoy growled.

"It's alright, Draco," Narcissa stopped Malfoy with her slender, white hand on his shoulder. "I guess before I was reunited with Lucius, Potter went first. ”

"Lucius hasn't come out yet?" Van Lin was visibly surprised to hear Narcissa's hungry reaction, "Or, Lady Malfoy, do you think ......?"

"What do I think?"

"Do you think there's nothing wrong with swaggering here now?"

"Wrong?"

"I mean, even Lucius standing here wouldn't talk to me like that, let alone I think you need to discipline your son. Van Lin said unceremoniously, squinting at a somewhat unusual Draco.

In fact, at Hogwarts, Draco basically didn't provoke them much, and an offense like this has never happened since he was scared.

"How dare you say that?" Draco angrily drew his wand, but before everyone else, Narcissa was the first to press Draco's arm down.

Lucius came out, although the Ministry of Magic did not report this, but it was not hidden from Dumbledore's side, so to speak, it was Voldemort who was showing his power to everyone, and at the same time announcing his return to everyone.

This is the default thing, but according to Dumbledore's attitude towards Harry Potter, it is normal for Harry not to know, however, this does not include the boy at the moment.

"What do you want to say?"

"I just think Draco is a little ......" Van Lin looked at the uncharacteristically Draco, and the familiar pride and indulgence had apparently returned to Draco at this moment, which gave Van Lin the illusion that he had first seen Draco in front of the Sorting House in his first year.

At that time, Draco's confidence came from the surname Malfoy, from Lucius, and looking at the current situation, the Malfoys kept their patriarch silent, obviously, Lucius is not having a good time now.

The failure of several operations deepened Voldemort's dissatisfaction with Lucius, and punishment was necessary, and, if Voldemort was allowed to know about the Horcruxes, it would definitely be Lucius's death.

Looking at Narcissa's appearance, it can be seen that maybe Voldemort didn't know that Lucius had lost his Horcrux, or maybe he knew, anyway, the Malfoy family is not having a good time now.

Van Lin suddenly remembered something, and in an instant, Van Lin roughly understood where Draco's confidence came from.

"It's sad, Mrs. Malfoy, who was unaware of the retaliation, and was carried away by something verbal. ”

"I don't know what you're talking about, little ghost, if you're talking nonsense here......"

"If it were Lucius, he wouldn't have felt that way, so he's a smart man, Mrs. Malfoy, or, Lady Narcissa, I think it's important for you to go back and have a good conversation, and make a decision......

"Don't listen to him, Mom!" Draco, apparently unable to stand Van Lin's sneering, raised his wand once more, and Harry only raised it higher.

"Think about it...... You don't ...... You're going to get in a big problem......" 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 more, dear, just let me—"

He tore off his robe and threw it at the floor at Madame Morkin's feet. "You're right, Draco," Narcissa took a deep breath and glanced contemptuously at the person in front of her, "Now I know what kind of scum is in this room...... Let's go to the Falfeld and Tatin stores to buy it. ”

"Also, I think you've got something wrong, Narcissa!" Van Lin said with a cold face, "I can hurt him, which means I can ......"

Narcissa paused, but then came to her senses two seconds later, and the two of them strode out, and Malfoy bumped Ron hard as he walked out.

"Well, it is!" said Lady Morkin, as she grabbed the fallen robes and wiped them away with the end of her wand like a vacuum cleaner, which was evidently not acceptable to Lady Morkin, and the Death Eaters and something struck Lady Morkin with a heavy blow in her heart.

Ollivanders are gone, and perhaps the Death Eaters don't need a tailor to ...... for them

Mrs. Morkin looked distraught as she made the three of them tailored, and even took the wizard's robes to Hermione, and at last when she bowed them off, she seemed happy to see their backs walk out the door.

"Bought all?" Hagrid was pleased to see that they were all back.

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

"Is everybody alright?" said Mrs. Weasley. "Okay, then we can check out the herb shop and the babbling owl shop on our way to Fred and George's shop - hold closer, now ......"

Since Ron and Harry no longer needed to take Potions classes, they didn't buy any potions, but they both bought large 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 was lined with eye-catching merchandise, some spinning, crackling, flashing, jumping, and some screaming, and Harry's eyes were glazed.

On the window on the right is a huge poster, the paper is purple like the Ministry of Magic's poster, but it is written in yellow letters: Why worry about the mystery man?

Everyone laughed except Mrs. Weasley. 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're going to be murdered while they sleep!" she whispered.

"No!" Ron said, laughing as well. "Great!"

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