By the time Hermione and Rolf walked out of the zoo, Ron had just walked back, putting the shivering little mouse back in his pocket, stroking his head to calm him down.

"Did you buy this monster?" Ron watched as Hermione was holding Crookshank Mountain in one hand and stroking its head with the other, and his mouth couldn't close in surprise.

"This almost grabbed my scalp!" roared Ron.

"It wasn't intentional, you didn't mean it, Crookshan," Hermione asked affectionately, as if speaking to a friend.

"And what about Spotted?" Ron said, pointing to the bulging spot in his chest pocket, "It needs rest and relaxation!

"This reminds me that you've forgotten your rat tonic. Hermione said, shoving the little red bottle into Ron's hand, which Hermione had bought for Ron when he was paying.

"Don't worry, Crookshank Hill will sleep in my dorm room while Spotted is with you. What problems will you have. Look at poor Crook Hill, the witch said it had been there for a long, long time, and no one wanted it. ”

Hermione began to play the emotional card, and she thought that Ron would have pity Crookshan.

Sure enough, Ron walked forward in a huff, as if he didn't want to pay attention to Hermione, but he didn't continue to talk about Crookshank.

But it seemed to him that Hermione must have bought the pesky cat for her own spots.

"By the way, Rolf, Hermione is going to stay at the Leaky Cauldron for the night, do you want to stay with us?" Ron said excitedly, turning his head to Rolf, who was walking behind and looking at the pair of enemies with a smile.

Hermione nodded, also smiling, and didn't know that it was their wedding, "My dad and mom left me and all the things I needed at Hogwarts there this morning. ”

After thinking about it, Rolf shook his head, after all, he had recently reached the critical period of breakthrough, and Rol's own spell slot was about to be completed, so he couldn't stay in the Cauldron Bar.

In addition, the hygiene situation of the Leaky Cauldron is also quite worrying, and he thinks that there is a good chance that an unknown bug will crawl into his nose while he sleeps.

"No, I still have a lot of stuff to do, and I have to go home and pack up. Rolf lied without a trace.

After hearing this, the few of them didn't think much about it, but walked towards the end of the event, the Blotte Bookstore.

Originally, the windows of the Blotted bookstore used to display spell books the size of floor tiles with gold reliefs, but now they are gone.

Instead, there was a large iron cage containing about a hundred copies of the Yokai Book of Yokai.

The books were locked together, and they seemed to be in a furious wrestling race, biting and fighting with belligerence, and the broken pages flying everywhere, and the unlucky ones who didn't know how to get their hands on the tattered and wounded books.

Looking at the fierce battle in front of him, Rolf couldn't help but feel a sense of horror. How do these books soothe them? As if stroking their spines?

Tina saw Rolf approaching and beckoned to them, while the Weasleys, who were talking to them, looked at them with a smile.

Tina pulled out Rolf's book list and began to look it up. Unfortunately, the Yokai Book of Yokai is listed as a must-have book for the course on protecting magical creatures.

Rolf seriously doubted that if these books were packed in a package, would they bite the other books to pieces?

The group walked into the bookstore, and the manager hurried to meet them. "Hogwarts?" he asked in surprise, "are you here to buy new books?"

"Yes," said Tina, "we need ......."

But before Tina could finish speaking, the manager said with a solemn face, "Please get out of the way," and he pushed the crowd aside with some impatience.

I saw him put on a pair of thick gloves, picked up a very thick cane full of knots, and walked to the iron cage containing the "Yokai Book of Monsters", while at the same time with a look of death on his face.

Suddenly, there was a loud tearing sound: two copies of the Yokai Book of the Yokai grabbed the third and worked together to tear it apart.

"Stop!" cried the manager, struggling to slip the cane between the bars and separate the tangled books.

"I'll never be able to get into these books again, never! It's a mess! I'm going crazy.

We've gone through two hundred copies of The Invisibility Book of Invisibility, and I thought there was nothing worse than them, the two books must be in the same series, equally annoying. The manager muttered.

"Perhaps, try to soothe them by stroking their spines?" Newt looked at it a little frustrated, trying to offer some help to the poor bookstore manager.

The manager was pleasantly surprised when he heard this, and hurriedly tried to appease the rampaging monsters through the cage. These books have actually settled down.

"Oh my God, sir, you have done me a great favor, and I have decided to give you a copy of this book as a token of our bookstore's appreciation. ”

The manager looked at the monster books, who had regained their composure, and thanked Newt, apparently, he had not yet recognized the famous Mr. Scamander.

Newt smiled and didn't say anything more, while Tina continued, "We also need Cassandra Vablaski's "Cutting Through the Fog and Looking into the Future." ”

"Ah, you're starting to learn prophecy, aren't you?" said the manager, taking off his gloves and leading them to the back half of the bookstore with a relieved expression.

There was a corner full of books on divination, and a small table with books such as "Prophecy of the Unforeseen: Saving Yourself from Blows" and "Broken Ball: When Bad Fate" was placed.

"Here it is," said the manager, as he climbed the ladder and took down a stack of thick books with black covers.

"Clearing the Fog and Looking into the Future is a useful guide to all your basic divination methods: palmistry, crystal balls, and bird entrails. ”

Ten minutes later, Rolf and the others had all bought their books and said goodbye to the trio who were going to stay overnight at the Leaky Cauldron, hoping that they would have a good night out in the not-so-clean bar.

As for why Malfoy didn't come, because he was having diarrhea at home.

After trying the spicy crayfish, poor little Malfoy fell in love with it and packed a whole one to take home with him.

But unfortunately, some people have diarrhea after eating spicy food, and Malfoy is such a person.

Therefore, his books for the new semester were all bought with the help of Mr. Malfoy, and he lay limply on his bed, pinching his nose and taking medicine in the eyes of his mother's hatred of iron and steel.