Penelope wasn't aiming at them, and once she found where her father was, she walked straight to the bar.

"This young lady, you scared my guests away. Aberforth grumbled at Penelope, his shriveled cheeks and gray hair giving him a gloomy look.

"If you complain again, the next time I come, I won't just scare them away. Penelope raised a frown, ignored him, and stood beside Mr. Crivat, and saw his father's bulging left cheek, and a look on his face that was almost constipated, and although he saw that Lunn was there, he saw that his attention did not seem to be here, and that Lovegood was completely ignored by the Aurors.

Worried that his Muggle father would be teased by this unpleasant shopkeeper, he asked, "Father, what are you eating?"

"Hmm... Wait, Penelope. Mr. Kerrywatt muffled, hesitating for a moment to spit out what he thought was the wizard candy in his mouth.

"Miss Crivat, I know you're a good Auror!" Aberforth leaned forward against the table, pushing the picture of his hand pressed on the table forward, facing Penelo's cold cheeks, he didn't cower like the wizards in the bar before, he used to argue with Grindelwald head-on, but he got closer and grunted, "Those Auror colleagues of yours are really excessive, my Anna disappeared last year." I went to the patrolling Aurors to bail me out, but no one paid any attention to me... Thinking about the past, I took her shopping, maybe I ignored her too much, so she left me... I just threw her away..."

"What? You're saying that someone is missing and the Aurors won't be entertained?" Penelope heard and thought it might be an opportunity to hit Scrimgeur, and finally corrected himself, "Do you remember when that Anna was lost? Is that from this picture?"

"Of course I do! because that was the day of last year's Quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw at Hogwarts!" Aberforth said with some resentment.

At this moment, Penelope opened the picture of Aberforth with two fingers, and saw that the photo was a goat, grazing leisurely on the grass by the black lake, and Penelope let out a sharp scream like a baby's voice: "What?

"What? Did Hagrid kill my Anna?!" Albus asked, only to find that the auror, who was known for her toughness and danger, was retching.

Lunn, who was still battling Muggle Milk, also realized that something was wrong, as the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic, he knew a lot of crime files, which made him instantly have a flash of inspiration, and the slide generally remembered the history and information of the pig-headed bar owner.

Around 1982, Aberforth, the pig-headed bar, was sued by the Wizengamot for "indiscriminate magic on a goat", and the matter was widely published in the newspapers at the time; even Alberts thought Aberforth was a strange fellow because he had a strange love for goats, and Aberforth was told that his favorite story about "The Tales of the Poet Bean" was "Dirty Goat Crumbus", and Aberforth was very "headstrong" when he was young , will throw goat at the neighbor's head ...

Thinking about these materials, and then looking at Penelope's reaction, I recalled that when Penelope brought back to Harris's house from Hagrid's house that day, the delicious lamb soup was impressive... For a moment, Lunn couldn't restrain his churning stomach at all, and vomited the contents of his mouth.

"I see! You fools who have listened to Rita's rumors!" Aberforth's face flushed, and he exclaimed angrily, "I used to enchant Anna II!, but it only made her horns curl and look cleaner!I don't understand why I was accused! And now you still eat my Anna III?!"

"It's useless to indulge in goats and forget about real life... cough..."Xenophilius didn't finish his words, he put his hand into his mouth and began to pull it out, the original small milk tablet, the longer it was pulled, the bigger it became, a human face actually pulled out of his mouth, Xenophilius pulled both sides of the face, everyone present saw it more clearly, which was the director of the TV station, who was known for his madness, finally showed a frightened, but elegant smile at this time, "Ahem... Flipe, this candy you gave you doesn't taste good, but I didn't expect you Muggles to be so hardcore in this regard... Is this kind of face also made of bighorn sheep intestines?"

And the mass that Lunn had just vomited turned into a human face and threw itself on the table, and suddenly the pale face burped Lunn who was retching.

"Dad, why are you giving them their mother's compression mask?" Penelope saw the brand on the wrapper in the gap between retching, but he couldn't understand it even more when he saw this—she glared at Xenophilius, her father really shouldn't have stayed with the crazy girl's father for a long time, and he brought his father so seriously and exquisitely to such an abnormality.

"Whew—" Mr. Crivat was shocked when he heard this, but what was in his mouth made him unable to speak, so he also pulled out a human face, and he was so frightened that he only felt that the hairs on his face stood up: "Penelope, isn't this a milk flake made by your wizard?"

Three days later, in the afternoon, unlike the overwhelming news bombardment and controversy of the wizarding media, compared with the very lively and bustling scene in the past, the crowd wandering through the winding streets of Diagon Alley was much less than before, although the windows of these wizard shops were still full of dazzling goods, but the clerks were much more relaxed than before.

The appearance of the Hogwarts Floating City shopping street has attracted a lot of customers, and it is not the beginning of the school season - in fact, the business in Diagon Alley is not expected to improve too much in the new school season, but the owners and employees of these shops look calm in the answer.

After all, except for some pure-blood families who had fought Harris too openly before, they couldn't rent shops from Floating City, most of the stores had already opened in the sky much larger than the main store, and only those who were forced to stay were full of anxiety and anger on their faces, and even plastered signs with protest umbrellas outside their stores.

At this time, the Quidditch Boutique clerk sits on the steps and slowly maintains a Firebolt Supreme, a world-class broomstick that represents the highest level of craftsmanship at the moment, and like the Firebolt Arrow, its handle is made of ash wood in a streamlined and delicate manner, treated with a diamond-hard polish. Each broom twig at the end of the Supreme Fire Bolt has been selected to perfection in its streamlined shape, so that it is unrivalled in its balance and precision.

However, in appearance, it is not much different from the Fire Ballista, except that the Fire Ballista can accelerate to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds, and the Self-Esteem Fire Ballista increases the speed to 170 miles per hour on this basis, which also leads to the fact that although its braking mechanism has been attractive for a long time, it is too dangerous for non-professionals to operate, but it is indeed the new first choice that any professional Quidditch player dreams of.

The clerk was a little reluctant to give up on the broom in his hand, and the new broom would be moved to the branch in the floating city after it was cared for, and he would be left on the ground as a left-behind employee in Diagon Alley - but the salary of this flying broomstick shop was a basic salary plus commission, which made the clerk only feel that he had no future, and could no longer get a handsome commission from time to time to go to the Leaky Cauldron Bar to drink. (Author's note: In the official expansion setting, the Bulgarian Quidditch national team used the broom in the 2014 Quidditch World Cup, but no specific development and production date was given.) )

And the business of the Blotted Bookstore is not bad in Diagon Alley, with colorful fonts scrolling through the bookstore windows, Gilderoy Lockhart's "Break with the Death Eaters", and Rita's "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone", you can't miss the series.

In the portraits and posters in the window of the bookstore, Gilderoy Lockhart is smiling and blinking with neat movements, until the footsteps of many people in Diagon Alley are heard at the end of the passage outside, which makes Lockhart in the portrait of a little thinking ability break the tacit understanding with Lockhart in the poster, and begin to turn his head to try to see what is going on.