As luck would have it, someone's would-be gentleman now appears to be in a bit of trouble.
"What? The savior is going to make a big fuss in Diagon Alley, is he going to avenge your good friend?" Malfoy asked, looking at the black-haired boy in front of him. The lightning-shaped scar on the boy's forehead showed his identity. Most of the holidays have passed, Both of them have grown a little taller, but they haven't changed much after all.
On the spacious street, Harry stopped Malfoy in his way, stared at him cautiously, for fear that he would make any changes, and then said calmly: "You have received the punishment you deserved, and you have paid the price for it." .”
"And it looks like I can't beat you either." Harry added as if showing weakness.
"However." Harry looked at Malfoy with his firm eyes, then tightly grasped the holly wand in his hand, and continued, "If you have any other plots, I will try my best to stop them."
"For example." This time Malfoy was really a little helpless, feeling like he was shot while lying down.
"At Florin's ice cream parlor just now, why did you give a fake name?"
"Oh, so even the famous Harry Potter likes to listen to other people's corners?" Malfoy finally realized, and then deliberately didn't look at Harry, but took out his wand and fiddled with it, concentrating on The look made Harry feel a tinge of contempt.
"I just..." Harry just wanted to explain that it was because he was writing a dissertation on medieval witches in his shop, and the shopkeeper would occasionally give him guidance, and the shopkeeper's knowledge in that area was said to be more than Bibing Professor Si is even richer, and there are free cold drinks every half an hour.
But Harry was interrupted by Malfoy.
"You want to explain? How have you ever seen a playboy who caused trouble for himself?" Malfoy asked back, then turned his indifferent eyes to Harry and said, "I think our savior should think about how to keep his little one." Fate, it is said that Black escaped from prison because of you." Malfoy threatened him with a hint, in fact, Malfoy was right in saying this sentence, but no one would understand it from that perspective.
Yes, he risked his life to watch the ball game for his godson, and sent a new Firebolt when the broom broke.
"Furthermore, a person who brags about his aunt dares to cast spells outside the school again?" Malfoy glanced at the wand in Harry's hand again, "I don't think even the Ministry of Magic will do it just to protect your safety." Go ahead and indulge your behavior like this." Malfoy said provocatively, as if he was trying to provoke him specifically and force him to take action.
Harry thought that even Malfoy in front of him had his wand confiscated for casting spells outside the school, so he couldn't help hesitating for a moment.
Before, he at least had his wand in his hand, so he had the courage to run away from home. This was his last resort. He couldn't imagine what he would do if he was really fired and his wand was confiscated.
Fudge had also told him in the Leaky Cauldron before that the reason why he didn't care about him was because Black escaped from prison, which was the lesser of two evils, so he was let go.
Now the insufficient evidence and serious consequences made him even more hesitant.
That’s right, what’s the point of giving a fake name? So what if he pretended to be Neville before? Harry suddenly remembered that he was afraid that others would recognize him, so he also gave a fake name on the Knight’s bus, so he was also suspected.
Harry felt more and more that this was a wrong decision made in the heat of his head.
Taking a step back, even if Malfoy really had a conspiracy, wouldn't it be a shocker to jump out and accuse him like this
Harry felt that he might have been suppressed for too long these days before he did such a restless thing.
"I'm sorry," Harry said apologetically, and put away his wand to leave, but said in a low voice as he passed Malfoy on his way to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Even if you don't tell the name, the playboy will get into trouble sooner or later." Harry finally left such a curse that was not a curse.
Malfoy naturally wouldn't care, he wasn't the kind of emotional liar who played with girls' feelings, and this was just a response to brush up bad feelings in front of someone.
It's just that neither of them would have thought that the second half of this sentence would become a prophecy after a few years.
After sending away a certain protagonist with a strong sense of justice, Malfoy remembered that he still had something to do, so he ran all the way back to Gringotts. It was a lively scene, and only a few Ministry of Magic officials were on duty.
"One of Uncle Fudge's folders was left in the office, and I asked me to pick it up for him." Malfoy said politely to a tall, thin man in a windbreaker with some stubble, and the rest of the guards looked at each other. , a little embarrassed.
However, the slight embarrassment was quickly dismissed by a few packs of so-called special Muggle cigarettes.
It only took a few minutes to enter and exit the room, but when Malfoy came out, he had already seen the people on duty already started to puff.
No lighter? A less powerful flame bear is enough.
"Thank you uncle." Malfoy did not forget to thank them when he left.
"It's a small matter." The tall and thin man in the windbreaker took a puff of cigarette enjoyment, and then slowly exhaled a few thin smoke rings and said, "Be careful all the way, Master Draco."
"Yeah." Malfoy nodded, and then walked towards the nearest Floo fan site without looking back, thinking to himself: "The officials of the Ministry of Magic who succeeded in bribery in the street, met Voldemort and the tentative Pretty fanatical cult members."
"Who's going to win?" he asked a question with an obvious answer.
Walking into a shop that provides Floo powder services, Malfoy sprinkled a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace, green flames sprang up, and after clearly stating the destination, Malfoy took a deep breath and left. After entering it, an invisible force surged towards him, constantly tearing his body, he felt the world began to spin, even if he closed his eyes, the unstoppable nausea and vomiting still hit him Come.
"Fortunately, I didn't eat much just now." Malfoy thought happily.
Now he is in the Muggle downtown area, a hidden transfer station between wizards and Muggle society. On the surface, there is a small hardware store. A burly middle-aged man with a beard is fiddling with a wrench on the counter. At first glance, no one would think that he is a wizard. The counters are full of all kinds of wrenches, screws and parts, and the strong smell of paint and plastic fills the whole store. These make Malfoy subconsciously use his hands He covered his mouth and nose.
The man exposed his muscular upper body, and there was an unknown animal-shaped tattoo engraved on his left arm. At first glance, he looked like a member of a Muggle underworld organization, but that was just what he looked like. The wand behind him was still exposed his wizard identity.
Malfoy walked towards him, the man seemed to have noticed it, looked up at him and said, "Young man, there is nothing wizards are interested in here."
"I think so too." Malfoy knocked on the glass counter, making a crisp sound. Then he asked, "Actually, I just want to ask which fruit shop is closer?"
"I think I can still help you with this." The man showed a kind smile that was very different from his image, expressing his kindness. (The free novel mobile client is officially launched! The novel client is an exclusive reader specially designed for novel fans. It gathers a large number of novel resources, fine classification, clear layout, and excellent reading effect! Follow the WeChat public ggyy12221 (press and hold three Second copy) Download the novel client!