The Leaky Cauldron Bar is still like that, making people frown.

John walked in, and there was a moment of silence in the bar, followed by whispers.

He ignored it all and walked to the back alley, into Diagon Alley.

It would be a pity that Watson was not able to come this time.

"What books are you going to buy?"

In the Blotted bookstore, John hadn't been here in a while.

Last year, he chose to receive the textbooks by mailing them to his home.

Glancing at the book that looked like a mad dog in the cage, and then at the clerk's expression of loss of hope for life.

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", "Advanced Potions Making", ......"

He gave a series of names, causing the clerk's pupils to gradually regain their brilliance.

Apparently it's a joy for the clerk not to have to touch the damn biting book.

Mrs. Wick also saw the books and said, "Your book at home often catches Tom's tail and bites. ”

"In that case, it's fun." John could imagine that Tom was not afraid, but liked it on the contrary.

The Blotted bookstore had all the books in it, and they needed to buy something else.

Stuffing "My Greatsword at Hogwarts" into his bag, Daddy Watson didn't want to not buy this book that wizards love to read.

Head to the ice cream parlor, where the ice cream tastes too strong to Mrs. Wick's eyes.

Perhaps because of the wizard's special physique, eating snacks and desserts is like the level of tooth decay the next day.

Mrs. Wick was more interested in clothing, and she was a good tailor herself.

There are some signs on the streets, and they are all about being vigilant against danger and so on.

There are also wanted warrants in motion.

Diagon Alley's operations were not greatly affected by Voldemort's return, and John saw the wizard who had just prepared to enter school go to Ollivander's wand shop accompanied by his parents.

A girl was holding a dragon roasted chestnut that she had just bought from the Weasley's magic trick workshop, and the smell was so strong that the little fat man next to her drooled greedily.

Small stalls were set up on the side of the street, selling things like amulets.

However, most of them have little effect, and they are also the focus of the new department of the Ministry of Magic.

Mrs. Wick seemed to be a good candidate in their eyes as a fat sheep.

John scoffed at this, when Mrs. Wick was Watson?

A wizard with a surprisingly large nose enthusiastically sells his amulet, claiming that it can protect against 90 percent of the dark arts.

Mrs. Wick didn't even give him a look, as if she had seen something dirty.

This embarrassed the big-nosed wizard and turned around and pitched to a large family.

His luck wasn't very good, though, because there was a director of the Department of Magic in that large family who specialized in fighting these items.

The Weasleys.

John glanced at it, said nothing, and went with Mrs. Wick to Mrs. Morkin's robes store.

These monopolies are really profitable, and John walked in.

He's growing a little too fast, one height a year.

Mrs. Morkin's eyes lit up when she saw John.

This hanger-like boy is the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin.

When she was recording John's measurements, she also asked John if he would be interested in modeling for Madame Morkin's gown shop or something.

As the owner of the Silver Hand Collection, a strong contender for Madame Morkin's robes, John said he had no intention of doing so for the time being.

This disappointed Mrs. Morkin, who was proud of her son's fame in the wizarding world.

Although the Wick family knew that their son was excellent, they had no idea how good they were.

Originally, I thought it was the first in the whole grade, but now it seems that there is more than that.

Mrs. Morkin measured John's body with a tape measure.

At this moment, the door was opened.

John was looking sideways, but he was on the right side at the moment, and he had some problems with his right eye, so he saw a blur.

There was a hanger between them, so the other party didn't find John in the first place.

But John could guess who it was from the fiery red hair.

Hermione didn't see Mrs. Morkin, and was about to ask, when she caught a glimpse of the man behind the hanger.

Her expression changed, and Ron noticed that Hermione was a little strange, and was about to ask, when he heard an arrogant voice outside.

"Who are you and me?"

The familiar voice made both Harry and Ron look away.

The door was pushed open, and a swearing Malfoy and his mother, Narcissa, entered.

"Call him Mr. for face, if you don't give face, I'll just let him go to the ground."

I don't know where I learned the social man quote from Malfoy's mouth.

There was a hint of gloom between Narcissa's brows, and her gaze narrowly glanced at Madame Morkin's robes store as she entered the store.

As soon as Malfoy entered the door, he saw three people, and immediately turned on the battle mode, and sneered: "I said who is so pompous, it turns out to be our 'Lord Savior', Harry Potter." ”

Harry's face was not good, and Malfoy continued as if he couldn't see it, "Let the big man show you the door?" Do you really think you're a savior? ”

After all, he performed exaggeratedly.

"Oh no, Voldemort! Dumbledore save me! ”

He performed a one-man show with a frightened look on his face, which made Harry want to beat him up.

"Malfoy, shut up." Ron stepped up and roared.

Malfoy glanced at him and sneered, "What, the Savior's little henchman wants to be angry for your eldest brother?" ”

He curled the corners of his mouth, even spread his hands, and sneered, "I don't even need a wand to deal with you." ”

Really, he's like this.

John had a feeling that his fists were itching.

He felt that one day Malfoy was beaten up outside, and that must not be strange.

"Come on, who's afraid of whom." Ron blushed angrily, and he didn't know if it was because he was said to be a follower or because he was looked down upon.

"Draco." Narcissa frowned and looked at her son.

Malfoy put away his smile and snorted through his nose, "You should be glad I didn't get my clothes dirty today." ”

Ron snorted through his nose like a cow.

Harry also wanted to beat Malfoy, and even tried to wash Malfoy's mouth with a wand.

"Hermione, what's wrong?"

Just as Harry was about to draw his wand, he noticed something was wrong.

There was no sound from Hermione's side.

He turned his head to look and saw that Hermione was too timid to step forward.

He didn't think it was Malfoy who scared Hermione, so there was something else.

"John? Ah, this lady. ”

As if the person who had just smeared honey on his mouth was not himself, Malfoy spotted John and Mrs. Wick.

So Malfoy immediately became a good boy.

"Mrs. Wick, under Draco Malfoy, John's friend."

Malfoy's polite appearance made Ron's eyes widen.

It was more impactful than seeing Snape wash his hair.

"Draco, I've heard John mention you, a very energetic friend." Mrs. Wick's compliment made Malfoy puff out his chest with great pride.

John noticed that Narcissa was looking at him, and he looked sideways.

After a moment, John looked at Malfoy again, his brow furrowed.

Mrs. Morkin measured him, and John suddenly walked over to Malfoy.

When Malfoy didn't know why, he reached out and straightened Malfoy's collar, and said lightly, "Draco, you have to pay attention to your image. ”

Malfoy subconsciously reached for his neckline, and John said, "I'm going to go to the crucible shop again." ”

With that, he said goodbye to Malfoy.

As he reached the door, he saw Hermione looking at him, trying to come and stop.

He looked at Hermione, bowed slightly, didn't speak, and left.

Hermione was disappointed, her mood was low, and even the amount of clothes that followed didn't make her happy.

Outside the door stood a tall fellow, Hagrid.

John walked out and smiled when he saw Hagrid.

"John, you're in there too?" Hagrid was pleasantly surprised, "You don't know how sad it was to me last time you happened. ”

"I'm sorry, Hagrid, I should have told you first."

John was picked up hard by Hagrid, still familiar with the power that can strangle people.

After putting John down, Hagrid saw Mrs. Wick and said with some embarrassment, "You must be Mrs. Wick, my name is Rubeus Hagrid, a friend of John's." ”

"Still a professor at Hogwarts." John added for him, reaching out and patting Hagrid on the stomach, "Hagrid's class is not necessarily the best, but it is definitely the most exciting and fun. ”

Hagrid scratched his head embarrassedly when he was introduced.

Mrs. Wick greeted politely, and she was impressed by the big man she had met when she first arrived in Diagon Alley.

Unexpectedly, John and the other party became friends.

Hagrid and John chatted for a while, more about Glopp.

Glopp was already able to say a few more words, much to Hagrid's satisfaction.

After they parted, John and Mrs. Wick went to several grocery stores.

...

Malfoy came out of Mrs. Morkin's shop.

"This place can also go to Tumbledown Alley?"

Malfoy walked ahead with a big grin, and the alley was empty.

The houses on all sides are narrow, with airtight windows.

He didn't notice that his mother Narcissa didn't look right.

After walking for a while, he stopped.

"Bellatrix?" Malfoy's face changed as he watched the woman with burned skin appear in front of him.

"Mom, you go first."

Malfoy drew his wand and calmly responded, "I can deal with her, you go to Daddy or John." ”

Malfoy was no longer the Malfoy he once was, and he looked at Bellatrix warily.

Bellatrix walked step by step, the expression on her face crazy and distorted.

"Draco, little Draco, let Auntie hug."

Hearing this, Malfoy only felt a churn in his stomach, turned on the output mode, and mocked: "Have you seen your own appearance? It's disgusting. ”

As soon as his words fell, the mad Bellatrix made a move.

In this alley, two wizards strike at the same time.

Crackling arc jumps.

Malfoy has been learning from Barty Jr. during this time, and his level of strength is also improving rapidly.

Even in the face of Bellatrix, he did not fall into disadvantage for a while.

"Pink ......"

"Except for your weapons."

And a third person?

I don't give a chance to figure it out.

Malfoy's wand flew out of his hand, and before he could react, he was knocked away by Bellatrix.

A small emerald green snake swam up to the unconscious Malfoy from the cold stone floor, scarlet letters spitting out and slicing across Malfoy's cheeks.

Behind her, Narcissa's wand trembled, and she looked up, tears streaming from her eyes.

There was a trembling and angry voice in his voice, "You can trust me now, right?" ”

Bellatrix let out an ugly laugh.

Narcissa closed her eyes in pain, her other hand clenched tightly.

Hidden in it is a silver ring that can be used to kill his sister at any time.

"Of course, Sicy, my favorite sister."

In a dark alley, an unconscious Malfoy collapsed.

And behind the closed doors and windows of the alley, John did not make a move.

...

Some people died, but not completely......