Hogwarts Card Drawer

　　 "You are already here, Chronos?" Draco saw Chronos standing next to Ginny.

　　 "What do you think of my newly bought flying broom? Light Wheel 2001, the latest model. It's better than Porter's." Draco said, raising his newly bought flying broom.

　　 "Cut." Ron snorted disdainfully, he had already reached the door with Harry and the others.

　　 "Weasley?" Draco frowned slightly, "Why are you here? Shouldn't you go to the second-hand bookstore with your parents? Only what you need is there."

　　 Ron flushed, and he threw the book into Ginny's cauldron. This makes Cronos very upset.

　　 Ron rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush towards Malfoy. Cronos saw Harry and Hermione pulling Ron's clothes tightly.

　　 "Don't do that, Draco." It was Lucius, and he put a hand on Draco's shoulder.

　　 His eyes scanned Harry's people, and then his gaze fell on Ginny.

　　He reached into Ginny's crucible and found an old and torn "Transformation Beginner's Guide" in the new and smooth Lockhart's book.

　　 "The love of my parents is so great. They are for this broken book. I am afraid they will be hungry next month." Lucius threw the book back into Ginny's cauldron.

　　 Cronos saw it, and Lucius clamped a black note in the book.

　　 "Malfoy, stay away from my daughter." Mr. Weasley yelled, and squeezed towards Fred and George. "What are you doing here?

　　 "Ah, oh, yo, it's Arthur Weweasley." Mr. Malfoy stood there. His hands were on Draco's shoulders, and his face was mocking others.

　　 "I heard that the Ministry of Magic is very busy right now," said Mr. Malfoy. "Those raids...I hope they pay you overtime, right?"

　　 "Yes, it's very irritating." Cronos felt that Malfoy's temper was completely attributable to his father.

　　 "Oh, let me. What happened here?" A nasty voice sounded, and Lockhart was squeezing to the front with a crowd from behind.

　　 "Can you tell me what happened here? Mr. Weasley." Lockhart raised his blond curly hair and said with a foul face.

　　 Lucius glanced at Lockhart in disgust, then began to mock Mr. Weasley again.

"I thought you were depraved, Arthur Weasley. Not only did you hang out with a bunch of Muggles." He looked at Hermione's parents, "You also bluffed with this liar." The last sentence was to Lowe. Hart said.

　　 "Bang!" Only Mr. Weasley hit the bridge of the nose with a straight punch, and Lucius backed straight and knocked over the bookshelf on the left of the door. The books above are scattered all over the floor.

　　 "It's Ron's father, the father and the son have a temper. There is no ink to be able to do it." Cronos murmured in his heart.

　　 Lucius has blood on his nose, and Cronos guesses that the bridge of his nose was interrupted.

　　 "Dang!" Ginny's crucible flew out. Lucius rushed towards Mr. Weasley. Hit him into another bookshelf. Dozens of thick magic books "cracking" all fell on their heads; fred and George cheering on them, "Dad, beat him!" and Mrs. Weasley's screams: "Arthur, don't, don't fight!", the crowd ran away, knocking down many bookshelves.

　　 "Gentlemen, please-please stop hitting!", an assistant shouted, and then he shouted in an octave higher voice: "Break it, there, gentlemen, by the way, smash—"

　　 And Lockhart, who was still standing on the side, had already run away.

　　Kronos watched with gusto. The two wizards didn't use magic wands, and they only relied on hand-to-hand combat. It's interesting to think about it.

　　 "Cronos."

　　Cronos felt someone pull the corner of his clothes again, and he looked back.

　　 "Organize them quickly, Cronos." Hermione said and pointed her finger inside. Hermione's parents were already terrified, and Mr. Granger was holding the trembling Mrs. Granger.

　　Cronos blinked, he hadn't seen enough. But he still took out his wand and pointed at the two hugging each other: "Left and right separation".

　　 The two were separated directly by an invisible force.

　　Who said that men don’t pull their hair in fights? Mr. Lucius’s originally soft golden hair was found to have been caught by Mr. Weasley and flew. And Mr. Weasley seemed to take advantage of the hairstyle, and his Mediterranean hairstyle was not destroyed at all.

　　Cronos pressed his lips tightly, which was so funny.

"Huh, today is in front of the child. I will let you go, Arthur." Lucius adjusted his clothes, turned his head casually and said to Cronos: "Let's go, Draco, Corot North."

　　 "Um, Mr. Lucius. Please be with me for a while. My book is still in it." Cronos said vaguely.

　　 Lucius glanced at Cronos, "We are waiting for you where we come." Then he led Draco out of the Lihen Bookstore.

　　 "Your name is Ginny, right?" Cronos came to Ginny~www.NovelMTL.com~Can I exchange my book for yours? "

　　 "Kronos, you?" Mr. Weasley looked at Kronos in confusion.

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Weasley." Cronos interrupted him. "I'm sorry for what Mr. Malfoy did just now. He was wrong before. He broke Ginny's textbook. So I want to apologize for Mr. Malfoy as you guys. And compensate Ginny for a new set of textbooks."

　　 "Cronos, you don't need to be like this. It's all Malfoy's fault, and we won't hate you." Mr. Weasley said.

　　Cronos shook his head, then turned his gaze to Ginny. "Ginny, are you willing to accept my apology?"

　　 Ginny lowered her head quickly, he didn't dare to look at Cronos.

　　 "I...I do." It took a long time before Cronos heard Ginny's small voice.

　　 "Thank you, Ginny. You are such an understanding girl." Cronos handed the new book in his hand to Ginny.

　　 "Then, see you at Hogwarts!" Cronos held Ginny's old book in his arms and waved to Harry, the Weasleys and the Hermiones.

　　 "What a nice boy!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, looking at Cronos's back.

　　 Hermione's parents nodded in sympathy.

　　 And aside, at the corner at the end of Diagon Alley.

"No?"

"how come?"

　　 "Still not?" Cronos rummaged through Ginny's books, but failed to find the black diary of Voldemort. Cronos even burned all the books with a blazing fire curse, but it has been a long time since there is no shadow of the diary.

　　 "How is it possible?" Cronos looked at the dust in front of him, he didn't know what was wrong.