Malfoy was wandering casually in Diagon Alley, while Lucius was in charge of going to the Quidditch boutique to place orders. When he was at home, when Lucius saw a large pile of Galleons brought out by Malfoy, he was very excited. Surprised, and then said: "Perfect buy-in, I think all Slytherin students will appreciate you, well done, boy."
As for why he didn't follow, didn't a clerk get tricked by him a few days ago
He finally chose to spend his time at the Leaky Cauldron, ordered a drink that suits his taste, and slowly tasted it, but the loud talking of some people around him made him a little uncomfortable, and they yelled excitedly , From time to time, he patted the table heavily with his hands, swearing, it seemed that he was playing cards to gamble money.
Estimated that the time was almost up, Malfoy got up and walked out of the Leaky Cauldron after leaving a few Sickles on the greasy wine table, and walked towards the agreed Lihen Bookstore.
When he was still a long way from the bookstore, he saw a large group of people crowded outside the store, all wanting to go in. A large banner was pulled up upstairs: Gilderoy Lockhart signed autobiography for sale today 12:30-4:30 pm. The crowd was not only students, but also a lot of middle-aged women.
As he approached and the crowd grew, most of the women's faces glowing with excitement, Lockhart was seated behind a desk surrounded by large photographs of himself, the The faces were all winking at the crowd, showing dazzlingly white teeth. The real Lockhart wore a robe the same blue as the forget-me-not flower, which matched his blue eyes. A pointed wizard's hat is playfully tilted on one side of his curly hair.
He was being photographed by a short man, apparently the darling of magazines and newspapers with his legendary career and good looks.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, and Lockhart jumped up from his seat in surprise, shouting, "Isn't this Harry Potter?"
The crowd immediately made way for Lockhart. He rushed forward and grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him to the front. The audience burst into applause, and the man who took the photo pressed the shutter even more frantically. , as if the more photos taken, the higher the salary.
Lockhart then gave Harry a set of his books and took the opportunity to announce that he would be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
There was even more enthusiastic applause and screams from the crowd, most of whom were women, whether they were young girls or middle-aged women, they almost all looked at Lockhart with admiration, He is handsome and rich, and has a legendary experience. Now maybe he has to add a teacher's aura of being a teacher.
"Idiot fans in any world are really unreasonable." Seeing this, Malfoy just shook his head, and had no intention of exposing a certain embroidered pillow. After the autobiography, which can be called an "adventure experience" rather than a textbook, was bought, it withdrew from the crowd.
Suddenly he heard what seemed to be a fierce quarrel by the wall, and he hurried over, only to see a piece of the bookshelf collapsed, Lucius was arguing with another man with fiery red hair, while mocking him about the next month's living expenses I used it to buy books, while mocking someone's bad character.
"For my leisurely college life, father, your plan should come to nothing." He sighed inwardly, then walked towards Lucius.
"Draco, come here, stay away from them, I feel a shame to breathe the same air as them." Lucius shouted hurriedly when he saw Malfoy walking towards him. He was panting heavily, apparently he had already had a fight with the other party just now, his neatly combed platinum blonde hair was already messed up, and one eye was swollen, as if he had been hit by a book.
As for his rival Arthur, he was not much better, with a broken lip.
Malfoy approached his father slowly, and he said, "My lord, didn't you always teach me to maintain my demeanor at all times? Even if some people are really unbearable, we just ignore them, don't we? "
"Draco, you have to know that the blood of some barbarians is full of reckless factors. If you ignore him, he will take the initiative to bump into him." Lucius said viciously.
"Father, did you buy this book for me? It's too broken. Could it be the experience of an old wizard?" Malfoy exclaimed, and took a book from Lucius's hand. A well-worn tome took over, the title of which seemed to be falling off: A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.
"We are not like some families who use all the old things. Here, this book is the textbook of the little girl opposite you. You should return it to them quickly, or they may not have enough living expenses next month." Now, maybe the Muggle couple next to them can lend them a few bucks." Lucius did not forget to mock the Weasleys.
"Say it again!" Arthur stretched his neck, his face flushed.
Lucius turned his head to the side and kept silent, apparently just letting it go.
Both parties were so overwhelmed with rage that neither noticed that Malfoy had smuggled a small notebook out of the book. "Okay, you're done, you should be able to spend this year in peace." He couldn't help thinking, and then handed the book to Ginny, while passing it with a sneer: "Treasure it, I think this book can become Wes Maybe Lay's heirloom." As the girl took the book, she gave Malfoy a hard look with her bright brown eyes, expressing her anger at the father and son's behavior.
"Girl, I'm helping you." Malfoy, who was stared innocently, didn't know what expression to make now.
"Let me take a look, my God, what happened here?" Lockhart was also attracted, seeing a messy ground, he opened his mouth wide, obviously stunned by the chaotic scene here. "Oh, Lucius, what's wrong with you? Your eyes?" Lucius remained silent, ignored him, and just silently picked up his snake-shaped cane. Soon his eyes landed on Harry again: "Potter, we are so destined, the last time we met was less than five minutes ago, right?"
"Your hype skills and thick skin are really amazing." Looking at this scene, Malfoy tried his best not to laugh out loud.
"Well, I think you must have misunderstood something during this period." As a wizard who actually has no skills, but can get along well in the wizarding world, Lockhart's ability to perceive words and emotions is also very strong. The tense atmosphere made it easy for him to guess what happened, and he hoped to persuade this dispute so that he might be able to make headlines tomorrow again. For example, "Lockhart taught you how to resolve disputes"? "Lockhart taught you how to resolve conflicts"? "Interpersonal contact? No! You need Lockhart's charisma!"
However, neither party accepted his favor and remained silent. Lockhart didn't feel embarrassed. He laughed a few times to himself, then hurriedly asked the clerk to tidy up the bookshelves, and walked slowly through Lucius and Mal. Fu, as if nothing had happened, left here, returned to his own seat, and continued to attract girls and women who were infatuated with him.
The surroundings suddenly became dark, not because it was dark, but because Hagrid came, his huge body almost blocked all the light, and then his loud voice overwhelmed all the voices: "Stay away, gentlemen, spread out— "
He strode over.
"You shouldn't pay him any attention, Arthur," Hagrid said, reaching out to smooth Mr. Weasley's robes, almost lifting him up. "This guy is so bad, and his children are more sinister than him." He used his The thick arm bumped into Harry, "Isn't that right, Harry." Harry nodded, and Ron shook his head heavily, obviously agreeing with this statement.
"Draco, let's go." Lucius said to Malfoy, then limped out the door on a cane, as if he had sprained his foot too. It's normal that the well-to-do middle class (or upper class?) can't beat the poor proletariat, isn't it
"Okay, my lord father." Malfoy replied, and stretched out his hand to the bookshelf behind him, but found that there was nothing there. Malfoy's face suddenly changed, "What's the situation?" He thought in his heart Shout.
It was impossible for Malfoy to hold the notebook in his hand all the time, Lucius would probably see it, and others would be surprised, so Malfoy simply put it on the bookshelf behind him, and now looking back However, he found that the diary had disappeared.
"It's not the wisdom and experience of the sages in it. Whoever steals it back may really kill people." He wanted to mourn for the thief now, and he also had some headaches. "It seems that there will be no peace for a year." Mal Fu couldn't help thinking.
Once again the plot slipped out of his grasp, the first time with the troll, who saved Hermione, only to become a "victim" himself. This time, the diary that was supposed to be obtained by Ginny disappeared again. Malfoy didn't know what would happen in the end. He originally thought that this year might be more stable by relying on his own foreknowledge, but it ignited the fuse in a more unpredictable direction .
"You did your own crime." He sighed silently in his heart, thinking: "To be on the safe side, I can only pay a price." Even on the road full of people, he immediately took out a piece of paper from his body, It was the yellowed paper covered with distorted handwriting last time, and then another entry was marked with a circle, which seemed to be about to start completing a certain plan again.
"I really hope that I will never have to use this backhand." As if thinking of something, a helpless smile appeared on his face. "But when that time comes, I won't hesitate." After the helpless smile, his face was full of determination.
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In the bookstore, Hermione stared blankly at the book in front of her, unable to read even a single word. She was stunned by the scene just now. That seemingly elegant man was Malfoy's father, but his words were so unbearable. It was the first time that she really felt how a pure-blood wizard treats a "Muggle". The malicious words of the blood wizard stabbed her heart crazily. Then she saw Malfoy again, and she wanted to say hello to him, ask about the spells and reminders written on the note, and about the House Cup, but she couldn't get a word out of her mouth. The him in front of him and the him at school seemed to be two people, which made Hermione feel an indescribable sense of alienation and strangeness.
"Which side is the real him?" She couldn't help asking herself, but found that her heart was even more confused, and she couldn't get any answer.
"Hermione, we should go." said the Grangers. The family was going back to the Muggle street across the city. They didn't have floo powder like wizards, so they had to leave early. After saying goodbye to the Weasleys briefly, the Grangers stepped out of the bookstore.
"It's a pity, I still want to ask them what the bus station is like." Arthur muttered.
"You'd better take care of yourself first!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily while wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a paper.
"I thought wizards were as friendly as the Weasleys, but it doesn't look like that." Walking on the street, Mr. Granger said slowly, "Look at that platinum-haired man just now, tsk tsk , is unbearable."
Hermione nodded numbly, not knowing if she had listened.
"I'm curious about the Floo Network. The life of a wizard is really amazing." Mr. Granger didn't want to dwell too much on this topic, so he changed the subject and started talking about the life of a wizard, just like Arthur was talking about the life of a wizard. He was as interested in wizarding life as he was in Muggle life.
This is an enlightened couple.