"It's sold out." The old man replied weakly with his hoarse voice until the whole pipe was smoked.
"Isn't this what it is?" Malfoy casually picked up a book, put a few shiny golden coins in it, and handed it to the old man.
The old man took the book and weighed it seemingly unintentionally, then the wrinkles on his face squeezed together, revealing a satisfied philistine smile,
"Okay, come in, it's the door on the left, go straight ahead, slick foreigner." The old man's scrutiny eyes flashed past Fleur and Malfoy, and soon returned to his lazy and decadent expression. Looking around, he smashed his mouth and smoked the long-smoked pipe.
"Remember to restrain yourself, these days are not very peaceful." He reminded.
"Okay, sir." Malfoy walked into the dilapidated newsstand, followed by Fleur.
The imaginary "creaking" sound did not come, and the contact between the iron door and the door frame was quite smooth, without any rust. After both of them entered the door, the door was automatically closed.
Behind the narrow door, it seems to be connected to another world. It seems to reproduce the prosperity of the Champs Elysees outside, and add some magic and strange atmosphere.
What appeared in front of the two of them at this moment was a wide long street paved with gravel, with a glance, there was no end in sight.
A polished silver street sign reads - "Fraudster's Bazaar", and below it is written concisely in small characters: "Only stupid people can be deceived, greed can make people stupid, and wizards who are wise and restrained can be deceived." It's here to get what they want."
Of course, even if this is a black area that is not protected by the law, compared to the filth and chaos of Knockturn Alley, it looks orderly here. Both sides of the road are full of green vines, and most of them cannot be named. The flowers are dancing with the breeze, occasionally the petals are scattered, and the fragrance of the flowers is diffused.
In front of many potted plants, there are a few old wizards squatting, wearing old-fashioned glasses, reading thick books with the help of sunlight, they look completely devoid of the temperament that wizards should have, rather like a Muggle society The professors and old scholars in China.
The communication between wizards and Muggles seems to be more in-depth in France. The ultimate philosophical thinking about life and death should be the same whether it is a wizard or an ordinary person. It should be said that the more powerful a wizard is, the more he should study philosophy. It is more thorough and clear, which is also an important reason for the strong literary and artistic atmosphere here.
Very similar to the Champs-Elysées in the outside world, there are also many wandering entertainers here. They wear tattered wizard robes, hold various strange-looking musical instruments in their hands, and play beautiful music with different styles. .
The most notable among them is a vagabond playing the French horn. The magic wand in his hand has been turned into a hollow French horn. The body of the wand has been completely hollowed out to make it hollow. It bends flexibly and emits an intoxicating sound of nature.
The performer beside him was not to be outdone, and used his wand as a drum stick, knocking on the white leather drum set up in front of him, playing exciting and exciting music.
Muggle musical instruments came into the hands of this group of French wizards, and many novel and interesting uses were developed.
The more you walk to the end of the street, you will find that there are many stalls with strange magic props, which are full of artistry and appreciation.
For example, a music box that can dance is made into a human form. It dances on the carpet with the high-pitched and rhythmic music, and stops dancing with a spell from the stall owner. It looks like an ordinary doll. .
Another example is a pocket broomstick made of corn stalks. It is unknown whether it is a leprechaun or an elf or something that is controlling it, stopping in mid-air, and bargaining with customers.
"I've lived here for so long, and I never knew there was such a place." Fu Rong was extremely surprised, and looked at everything around her curiously.
She squatted down and stopped curiously in front of a booth.
The stall owner is an old woman who looks very kind.
"Beautiful lady, would you like to spend two silver Knuts to buy this bunch of magic yarrow? Test your fate with this gentleman?" Seeing that Fleur was interested in her products, the old witch couldn't help selling them. .
"This is the rarest type of yarrow. Ordinary yarrow can be used for divination of love and marriage. Astrologers often drink a cup of yarrow tea to enhance their perception before observing the astrology. The witch helped her Black pointed hat, said courteously, "And this stalk of yarrow, once you cut the stem, will reveal the initials of your future partner's last name. ' she seduced.
Furong looked at the seemingly ordinary strand of yarrow in front of her with some excitement, but she was not sure what she said was true or not.
"Old woman, you are deceiving people again. I don't know how many hallucinogenic potions you have added to the yarrow inside. Once it is cut open and the smell is inhaled by this girl, I am afraid that the whole name of the sweetheart will be revealed." What about the first letter?" Just when Furong was moved, the merchants in the other stalls shouted loudly and laughed, exposing her deception.
Furong's enthusiasm immediately cooled down, she stood up quickly, and left in disgust.
"Draco?" She found that Malfoy was still waiting for her not far away, so she rushed over immediately.
"If you don't mind, you can continue to stroll outside, I may still need some time." Malfoy stood still in front of a dusty facade, with lush green potted plants planted on the left and right, and strong vines even twined He went to a silver satinwood plaque hung directly above the door, with some crooked French letters carved on it.
"There's nothing to see outside here." Furong shook her head, feeling quite disgusted with this market.
"Cephalopus Wand Shop?" Fleur raised her head, and whispered the name of the shop on the plaque in a soft voice.
The two looked at the inside of the store. A tall and strong middle-aged man was cleaning the glass cabinet with a chicken feather blanket. He didn't use magic and seemed to enjoy the fun of cleaning.
"Very few people come to my place to buy wands. It's really rare." The man laughed heartily.
He took the initiative to go out to meet the two guests, Malfoy and Fleur.
"Oh? Stranger, sure enough, most locals know the reputation of my store, so they are not willing to come." Seeing the hair color of the two, the man started chattering, as if he had seen something novel.
"I can finally understand why the business in his store is so bad." Fleur muttered to Malfoy in a low voice.