HP Magic Biography

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Oh, of course...and girl appeal, George said, popping up beside them again. But we won't sell to our sister, he added, suddenly stern. She's had five boyfriends, as far as we know—

No matter what you hear from Ron, it's a big lie, Ginny said calmly, as if all this was Ron's malicious and serious injury to her.

While speaking, she bent over and took a small pink jar from the shelf. What's this?

Ten seconds to make sure the zit remover, says Fred. Excellent for everything from boils to blackheads, but don't change the subject. Are you dating a boy named Dean Thomas right now?

Yeah, I have, Ginny said, and glanced at Ron and Harry in the distance. Obviously, Ginny wasn't very fond of snitches or carers.

And the last time I saw him, he was one boy not five. What are those?

Ginny pointed to some furry orbs in shades of pink and purple, all rolling around on the bottom of a cage and screaming loudly. Pygmy Poodle, said George. Micro velvet, we can't feed fast enough. What about Michael Kona?

I dumped him, he was a terrible loser, Ginny said, poking a finger into the cage, watching the pygmy pufflings gather around it. They're so cute!

They're really quite likable, Fred admits. But you're changing boyfriends too fast, aren't you?

Ginny turned and stared at him with her hips akimbo, just like a Mrs. Weasley... well, a young Mrs. Weasley...

But to Fan Lin's surprise, Fred didn't back down, and confronted his little sister head-on. This was something Fan Lin had never imagined before. In the Weasley family, Ginny's status was second only to Weasley's. Mr. Sly, and in a way, even Mr. Weasley got sidelined.

It is worth mentioning that this kind of situation should be called daily life in the Weasley family. If you have four or five brothers and sisters, you should be able to experience it, but the bad thing is that whether it is Hermione or Fan Lin , there is only such a baby in the family, and then he was kidnapped by Hogwarts to become a wizard. It is said that Fan Lin always thought that Mr. Al should find one. Fortunately, it seems that he does not need to worry about it...

It's none of your business! And, thank you, Ginny angrily turned to Ron who had just walked over, who had just appeared next to George with a bunch of merchandise, thank you for not making up these two guys. My story! Maybe we can talk about it when we get home!

What are you talking about? Ron looked confused, tightly holding the pile of small toys that Fan Lin didn't seem to be very successful in his hands...

Well, apart from using toys to describe the things placed outside, it is difficult for Fan Lin to find a better adjective...

What are you talking about? Ginny raised her voice, as if she was about to explode, but then Ginny held back, I hope you can still be so calm when the time comes.

Oh, of course! Ron said irrefutably, What's more, these things...

Oh, three Galleons, nine Sickles and a Knut, Fred said, examining the box in Ron's hand. So, pay the money so you can have 'em, Ron.

Hey, is there any mistake, I am your brother!

Oh, that's it... Fred pretended to think for a while, but what you took is our product... In that case, let me give you a cost price, three gold Galleons and nine silver Sickles , let’s forget about one Nat.”

But I don't have three Galleons and nine Sickles!

Then you'd better put them all back, and put them back on the shelf if you don't mind. Ron threw a few boxes on the floor, cursed and made a rude gesture at Fred, unfortunately yes,

This move was noticed by Mrs. Weasley who happened to come in at that time.

If I see you do that again, I'll spell your fingers together, she said harshly.

Mum, can I get a Pygmy Poodle? Ginny said hastily.

A what? said Mrs. Weasley alertly. Look, how cute they are... Mrs. Weasley walked over to look at the dwarf Puffy, and Harry, Van Lin and Hermione immediately saw the blocked window. Draco Malfoy hurried down the street alone. As he passed the Weasley's Wizard's Shop, he glanced over his shoulder. After a few seconds, he disappeared from view of the window.

I wonder where's his mother? Harry frowned.

It looks like he was thrown off by him. Fan Lin said. But this is really rare on Draco's body. Getting rid of Narcissa is almost something Draco would not do in Fan Lin's view.

But why? said Hermione. Harry didn't say anything; he was thinking hard. Narcissa Malfoy would not want her precious son out of her sight; Malfoy must have had a hard time getting out of his mother's grip.

Based on Harry's understanding and dislike of Malfoy, he believed that Malfoy must not be doing anything good. He looked around. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were bending over the pygmy Puffy.

Mr. Weasley was happily examining a pack of Muggle-marked playing cards, as Fred and George greeted customers. Hagrid was standing with his back to them outside the window, staring carefully at the street, while Ron was beside him, tangled up in Fred and George.

We can go out and have a look. Fan Lin said, Harry, do you have an invisibility cloak?

Oh, yes, of course, said Harry, right here...

Come down here, hurry up, said Harry, taking the Invisibility Cloak out of his bag.

Oh... I don't know, Harry, Hermione looked hesitantly at Mrs. Weasley.

Come on. Fan Lin said, pulling the girl, It's nothing, Hermione, or do you think one or two Death Eaters can knock us down? I will protect you...

That's not it, I mean... oh, well... She hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly squatted down and hid under the cloak together with Harry and Fan Lin.

In fact, no one noticed they disappeared, not even Ron...

Everyone was fascinated by Fred and George's products. Harry, Valin, and Hermione squeezed through the door as fast as they could, but by the time they had managed to reach the street, Malfoy had just as successfully disappeared.

He's going that way, Harry said as quietly as possible so that Hagrid, who was humming a ditty, couldn't hear them.

Let's go. Fan Lin said, and judged the approximate direction...

They hurried along, looking around at the doors and windows of shops until Hermione pointed ahead.

He's there, isn't he? she whispered.

Turn left?

Surprise, Hermione whispered. Malfoy looked around now, slipped into Knockturn Alley and disappeared.

Hurry up, or you won't be able to keep up with him. Harry quickened his pace.

Our feet are going to be seen! said Hermione anxiously, the cloaks fluttering around their ankles; it wasn't so easy to hide all three under the cloaks these days.

Never mind, said Harry nonchalantly, come on!

But Knockturn Alley, this alley full of black magic, is deserted at the moment. They passed the shops and looked in, but none of them were visited. Harry guessed that in such dangerous and suspicious times, no one would dare to buy Dark Arts items - or at least be caught doing so. Hermione pinched Harry's arm hard.

Ouch!

Shh! Look! There he is! she whispered to Harry. They had reached the only shop Harry had ever been to in Knockturn Alley: Borgin and Bock, which sold all sorts of sinister goodies. Among the crates full of skulls and old bottles, Draco Malfoy stood with his back to them, next to the big black cupboard that Harry once hid from the Malfoys. Judging from Malfoy's waving hands, he was talking fiercely. Mr. Borgin, who ran the shop, was facing Malfoy, a hunchbacked man with greasy hair. At this moment, there was a strange expression of hatred and fear on his face.

If only we could hear what they're saying, said Hermione.

Of course we can! Fan Lin said with a smile. Wait a minute...damn...

Fan Lin threw down a few useless boxes, Fred had already given him some of the products, and Fan Lin remembered that there was something they needed inside...

Work out the biggest one.

Extensible ears, look!

It's wonderful! said Hermione, and Fan Lin said, untiing the long flesh-colored strings and putting them at the bottom of the door. Oh, I hope the door isn't anti-disturbing...

No! Fan Lin said happily. Listen! They put their heads together and listened intently to the end of the string, Malfoy's voice was loud and clear, like listening to a radio.

...do you know how to fix it?

Perhaps, Borgin admitted reluctantly, but I need to see it. Why didn't you bring it?

I can't bring it, Malfoy said. It has to stay where it is. I just need you to tell me what to do.

Fan Lin saw Bojin licking his lips nervously. For some reason, a person who could threaten Lucius seemed a little weak in front of Draco...

It seems that Malfoy has worked for Voldemort again, and he is punishing the Lucius family, so...

But, without seeing it, I must say it's too difficult, maybe impossible. I can't guarantee anything.

Can't help it? said Malfoy, and Harry could hear a sneer in his tone. Maybe this will give you more confidence. He walked towards Borgin, his body blocked by the cupboard. Harry, Valin and Hermione moved aside to see him, but all they could see was Borgin, who looked terribly frightened.

Tell anyone, said Malfoy, and you'll get yours. Know Finley Greyback? He's a good friend, and he'll visit you over and over to make sure you're taking this issue 100 per cent seriously.

It's not necessary— the owner of Bojinbok shop said with some panic, his voice was raised, which made Fan Lin feel a little harsh...

That's up to me, Malfoy said. Well, I'd better go. Don't forget to hide that one, I'll have more.

Perhaps you take it with you now?

No, of course I don't, you idiot, what am I doing with this on the street? You just don't sell it.

Of course not... sir. Borgin bowed deeply, and Fan Lin had only seen him bow as deeply as Lucius Malfoy before.

Voldemort's support for Draco is beyond imagination, otherwise, even Malfoy would not be respected by the Boss Boss, just like his father.

Draco was like a smug kid now, at least in the eyes of the other Death Eaters, Draco was valued by the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord admired him very much.

In the eyes of the Malfoy family, after knowing the reasons for all this, the more prosperous Draco is now, the more painful Malfoy is.

He still doesn't know what task he is going to perform...

Don't mention it to anyone, Borgin, including my mother, understand?

Naturally, naturally, grumbled Birkin, bowing again. Then the doorbell jingled and Malfoy was strutting out, looking very content. He passed Harry, Valin and Hermione so close that the cloak floated over their laps.

In the shop, Borgin remained frozen, the gracious smile gone; he looked troubled.

What are they talking about? Harry asked softly, watching Fan Lin curl up his retractable ears.

I don't know, Fan Lin thought hard. He wants to fix something... and wants to keep something in the store... Did you see what he was referring to when he said 'that one'?

No, he was blocked by the cabinet...

You two stay here, Hermione whispered. Are you going to—? But Hermione had already slipped out from under the cloak. She brushed her hair in the reflection of the window, then strode into the shop and rang the doorbell again.

Fan Lin quickly put the retractable ear under the door, and handed Harry a string.

Hermione brushed her hair in the reflection of the window, then strode into the shop and rang the doorbell again. Fan Lin quickly put the retractable ear under the door, and handed Harry a string.

Hello, it's been a rough morning, isn't it? Hermione greeted Borgin cheerfully, who didn't answer, just looked at her suspiciously. Hermione was humming happily as she wandered among the clutter.

Is this necklace for sale? she asked, stopping by a glass case.

If you have fifteen hundred Galleons, Borgin said coldly. Oh - uh - no, I don't have that much money, Hermione continued. So... where's the lovely - um - skull?

Garon.

Then this is for sale? It's not... for someone to keep? Bojin squinted at her. This gave Harry an uncomfortable feeling that he had guessed Hermione's intentions.

He looked at Fan Lin next to him, but Fan Lin looked indifferent, and he no longer worried about Hermione...

Stumped Bojinbok shop owner will kill Hermione?

This is a joke.

But it was obvious that Hermione felt too hesitant, too, because she spoke up out of the blue. Well, that - er - boy who was here just now, Draco Malfoy, um, is a friend of mine, and I'd like to give him a birthday present, but if he's already booked here Something, I don't want to give him the same thing, so...uh...

This is really a crappy story, Fan Lin looked at his girlfriend with some helplessness. Maybe Hermione would only tell lies mellowly when she was treating Umbridge, but when facing Bo Jin, it was obvious that Bo Jin did the same. think.

Get out, he screamed. Get out!

Hermione didn't wait for him to say anything, and escaped from the shop under his pursuit. The doorbell rang again, and Borgin slammed the store behind her, putting up a CLOSED FOR BUSINESS sign.

Oh, nice, I mean, nice, Hermione, only in the way it's chosen...

Or you go, my brave Mr. Harry Potter. Hermione stared at Harry's face dissatisfied, as if considering whether to give Harry a slap or two.

But, they know me... and Fan Lin... Harry thought for a while, and dragged Fan Lin into the water to deal with Hermione. Obviously, Harry had basically mastered the method.

... Fan Lin looked at Harry speechlessly. He definitely learned from Fred and George, but Malfoy's approach is still very interesting.

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