"Well, I think we'd better walk out of here!" Harry looked at Zhang Feng with an innocent look on his face, and a thousand alpacas galloped past in his heart.

"We're going to get out of here quickly, hurry up and keep up!" Zhang Feng had already walked in front of Harry while he was in a daze.

But before I was halfway there, two people appeared outside the door?? One of them was the last person they wanted to meet at the moment: Draco Malfoy.

Zhang Feng quickly looked around, and saw a large black cabinet on the left, so he dodged in, pulled Harry in, and closed the door, leaving only a thin slit. Seconds later, the bell rang and Malfoy walked into the store.

The man behind him could only have been his father, with such a pale pointed face and such cold gray eyes. Mr. Malfoy walked through the store, lazily looking at the items on display, rang the bell on the counter, then turned to his son and said, "Don't touch anything, Draco." ”

Malfoy was about to reach out and touch the glass eyeball when he said, "I thought you were going to buy me a present." ”

"I mean, I'm going to buy you a broom for competition. His father said as he tapped his finger on the counter.

"What's the use of buying a broom if I'm not a member of the academy team?" Malfoy huffed, "Harry Potter got a Halo 2000 last year, and Dumbledore gave him permission to play for Gryffindor House. He doesn't deserve it at all, but because he has some fame... Because he has a stupid scar on his forehead.."

Malfoy bent down to take a closer look at a skull full of shelves.

“.. Everyone thinks he's so good, the amazing Harry Potter and his scars, and his broomstick??"

"You've told me at least ten times," Mr. Malfoy said, glancing at his son, to stop him from any further, "I warn you that it's not wise not to pretend to like Harry Potter when most people see him as the hero who drove him away." ...... Ah, Mr. Borgin. ”

A hunched man appeared behind the counter, his hand running back his shiny hair.

"Mr. Malfoy, it is a pleasure to see you again. Mr. Borgin said in the same oily tone as his hair, "It's a great honor~ and Master Malfoy~ welcome." What can I do for you? I must show you, I just entered today, and the price is very fair~"

"I'm not buying anything today, Mr. Borgin, I'm here to sell. Mr. Malfoy said.

"Sell something?" The smile on Mr. Borgin's face diminished slightly.

"You must have heard that the ministry has stepped up its inspection. Mr. Malfoy said, pulling out a roll of parchment from the inside pocket of his coat and unfolding it for Mr. Borgin. "I've got some—ah—things in my house that might be inconvenient to me, if the ministry comes—" Mr. Borgin put on a pair of sniffle-clad glasses and looked down at the list.

"I don't think the ministry will bother you, sir?"

Mr. Malfoy pouted.

"Haven't been here yet. Malfoy's name still has a bit of prestige, but the ministry is getting more and more nosy. It is said that a new

Harry felt furious. Zhang Feng could only hold him hard to prevent him from rushing out of the cabinet.

"You know, there's some poison on it that makes it look."

"I understand, sir, of course. Mr. Bokin said, "Let me see."

"Can you show me that?" Draco asked, gesturing to the withered human hand on the mat.

"Ah, the glorious hand!" Mr. Borgin shouted, dropping Mr. Malfoy's list and running to Draco. "Put a candle in it, and only the person who holds it can see the light!It is the best friend of thieves and robbers!Your son has a good eye, sir. ”

"I wish my son had a little better than thieves and robbers, Bogin. Mr. Malfoy said coldly. Mr. Borgin immediately said, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean that."

"But if his grades don't improve," said Mr. Malfoy, in a more cold tone, "he may have only done those things." ”

"It's not my fault," Draco retorted, "the teachers are biased, that wind ......"

"Three children from non-wizarding families and even two girls are better than you in the back exam, I thought you would be ashamed. Mr. Malfoy said angrily.

"Haha!" Harry almost burst out laughing at Draco's embarrassed and annoyed look. But seeing that Zhang Feng did not smile, but had a serious face, Harry also stopped his gloating.

"It's like that everywhere," said Mr. Borgin in his oily tone, "and wizarding blood is getting less and less valuable. ”

"I don't think so. Mr. Malfoy said, his long nostrils fanning and snorting heavily.

"Neither do I, sir. Mr. Borgin said with a deep bow.

"Well, maybe we can go ahead and look at my list. Mr. Malfoy said impatiently, "I don't have much time, Bogin, and I have important business to do today." ”

They began to haggle, and Draco watched as much as he pleased.

Zhang Feng cast a soundproofing spell and said in a somewhat gloomy tone, "Harry, do you see? This is what most pure-blood nobles think of wizards from ordinary people. They felt that they should be at the top of the wizarding world, but they didn't know that ordinary people outside had already created weapons that could destroy the entire wizarding world a million times. ”

Harry then understood why Zhang Feng's face suddenly became serious.

When Harry could hear the outside world again, he heard Mr. Malfoy's voice in a tonal voice, "Goodbye, Mr. Borgin, I'll be waiting for you at home tomorrow to pick up the goods." Then he went out with a black-covered notebook in his hand.

As soon as the door shut, Mr. Borgin put away his flattering tone. "Good-bye, Mr. Malfoy, if those legends are true, you have sold me less than half of what you have in your house." Mr. Borgin muttered indignantly and went into the back room.