HP Magic Biography

After bypassing Narcissa, he came to Borgin alone - Bock Magic Shop, and made the old Borgin fear him. Obviously, Draco was not an obedient child, or in other words, he was overwhelmed by Voldemort's promise. dizzy?

Of course, the second possibility is more likely.

Voldemort was always good at this, demagoguery, or maybe Draco couldn't figure it out?

Kill Dumbledore?

That was something Voldemort hadn't done for more than ten years, let alone a little Draco.

I don't know if Professor Snape can help Draco and save his life, but seeing Draco like this, working for Voldemort behind Narcissa's back, I don't know how long it will take for the Bojin of the disappearing cabinet Time to fix it.

But for Dumbledore, this can only be regarded as a small prank, although in the original situation, Dumbledore died here...

However, for Harry, Malfoy's actions had successfully caught Harry's attention.

Harry spent most of the last week of summer thinking about Malfoy's behavior in Knockturn Alley.

What bothered him most was the look of satisfaction on Malfoy's face as he left the shop. The things that make Malfoy happy like that are usually not good things. It annoyed him a little, however, that neither Van Lin nor Hermione seemed as curious about Malfoy's behavior as he was; or at least, after discussing it for several days, they looked bored.

Yes, I've agreed that this is suspicious, Harry, said Hermione a little impatiently. She was sitting on the windowsill in Fred and George's room, with her feet on a cardboard box, barely looking up from her new Advanced Rune Translation. This was rare, and in fact, Hermione was busy with the upcoming separate Ordinary Wizarding Level exams, which made the girl devote herself to the whole experience, and the time left for Hermione was really short.

But we also agree that there are many explanations for this incident?

Maybe he broke his hand of glory, Fan Lin said without hesitation, and found a random reason. He was concentrating on studying Fred's improvement plan for the Iron Armor Curse. In fact, one Ordinary cloaks are difficult to carry powerful spells...

Oh yes, remember that wrinkled arm of his? Hermione remembered that arm too, she had seen it when she went in, a hand bone, a typical Dark Magic item.

But what happened when he said 'don't forget to hide that one'? Harry asked the umpteenth time. Sounds like Borgin still has one of that, and Malfoy wants both.

You think so? Ron went on, trying to scrape the mud off the handle of his broomstick. At first Ron was very interested. Although he complained that they didn't bring him with him, after learning about the whole process, Ron really didn't have the energy to explore what Malfoy hid in the Bojin shop... …

Yes, said Harry. Seeing that neither Fan Lin nor Hermione responded, he said, Malfoy's father entered Azkaban. Don't you think Malfoy will take revenge?

Ron looked up, blinking. Malfoy, revenge? What can he do?

That's what I mean, I don't know what he's going to do! said Harry somewhat disappointed. But he must be up to something, and I think we should take it seriously. His father was a Death Eater, and...

Harry stopped, eyes fixed on the window behind Hermione, mouth open. He suddenly had an amazing idea.

Harry? Hermione said worriedly. What’s wrong with you?

Your scar won't start hurting again? Ron asked nervously. He became a Death Eater, Harry said slowly. He took his father's place and became a Death Eater!

Nobody said anything, and then Ron burst out laughing. Malfoy? He's only sixteen, Harry! You think You-Know-Who would let Malfoy join him?

It seems unlikely that

Harry, said Hermione, suppressing a laugh, what makes you think—?

In Madam Malkin's shop. Madam Malkin didn't touch him at all, but when she was about to roll up his sleeve, Malfoy yelled and tried to free his arm. It was his left arm. It must have the Dark Mark on it.

It's not impossible. Fan Lin glanced at Harry, but then buried his head in it again. Malfoy would become a Death Eater, but this had no effect, but what surprised Fan Lin was that Harry would Through clues to reveal the truth of some facts, but this is of no use.

You also agree?

Oh, I don't know, but it doesn't matter, Harry. Fan Lin said, Even if he becomes a Death Eater, that's his own choice.

This... Ron sounded like he didn't believe Fan Lin's words at all.

Maybe, I think he just wants to get out of there, Harry, said Hermione.

He showed Borgin something we hadn't seen, insisted Harry stubbornly. One thing that scares Borgin quite a bit. It must be the Dark Mark, I know—he wants Borgin to know who he's dealing with, and you see how seriously Borgin takes him!

Hermione looked up at Fan Lin, but the latter didn't have the slightest interest in this matter.

I'm not sure, Harry... Hermione said uncertainly.

Yeah, I still don't think You-Know-Who will let Malfoy join... Ron agreed.

Harry was annoyed, but absolutely sure he was right, and picked up a pile of dirty Quidditch robes and left the room; Prepared packages are left until the first day of school.

When he reached the door, he bumped into Ginny, who was returning to her room with a pile of freshly washed clothes. I shouldn't have been in the kitchen just now, she warned him. There's a lot of 'floating pus' in there.

I'll be careful not to touch it. Harry smiled. As expected, he entered the kitchen to find Fleur sitting at the dining table, gushing about her and Bill's wedding plans, while Mrs Weasley looked grumpy over a pile of sprouts she was peeling herself. not too good.

...Bill and I have pretty much decided that as long as there are two bridesmaids, Ginny and Gabriel would look lovely together. I'm thinking of wearing them in pale gold - pink and gold Ni's hair would be terrible to match-

Ah, Harry! Mrs. Weasley interrupted Fleur's tirade loudly. Great, I was just about to tell you about the security arrangements on the way to Hogwarts tomorrow. We borrowed a special car from the Ministry of Magic, and the Aurors will be waiting at the train station—

Will Tonks be there too? Harry asked, handing him his Quidditch robe. No, I don't think so, Arthur says she's been put in another place.

She's going on her own, that Tonks, Fleur said thoughtfully, examining her beautiful reflection on the back of the teaspoon. If you ask me, it was a big mistake...

Yes, thank you, Mrs Weasley interrupted Fleur sharply again, you'd better get on with it, Harry, and if possible I'd like you to pack all your bags tonight so we can There will be no more last-minute chaos like before.

In fact, their departure the next morning was much smoother than before. When the Ministry of Magic's special car drove to the Burrow yard, the boxes had already been packed, Hermione's pet cat Crookshanks was staying safely in its travel basket, Hedwig, Ron's owl Piglet and Jin Annie's new purple midget plush, Arnold, is all set up in the cage.

Goodbye, Fan Lin, Fu Rong said in a low guttural voice, and then she wanted to kiss her goodbye, but considering Hermione's thoughts, Fan Lin felt that it would be safer for him to withdraw his foot from the edge of temptation.

She compensated, though, by kissing Harry goodbye.

However, when Ron rushed forward hopefully, Ginny kicked Ron and knocked him, causing him to fall on his back in the mud at Fleur's feet. Embarrassed and annoyed, Ron got into the car covered in mud without saying goodbye.

It wasn't the cheerful Hagrid who had met them at King's Cross. In his place were two sullen, bearded Aurors, whose car had just stopped when the two men in dark Muggle suits went up to them, carrying everyone one by one towards the station. Go, don't say a word on the way.

Quickly, quickly, through that wall, Mrs. Weasley seemed flustered by the rigorous efficiency. Harry better go first, followed by— She looked questioningly at one of the Aurors, who nodded curtly, grabbed Harry by the arm, and tried to pull him towards number nine and ten The retaining wall between the platforms.

I can walk, thanks, said Harry grumpily, wrenching his arm from the Auror's grip. He pushed the trolley towards the solid wall, ignoring his silent companions, and a second later he found himself on platform nine and three-quarters, the bright red train bound for Hogwarts. The colored train was parked among the crowd, puffing steam. Then the Weasleys came along.

Regardless of asking permission from the stern-faced Auror behind him, Harry gestured to a few people to follow him to the platform, to see if there were any vacant carriages.

We can't, Harry, said Hermione apologetically. Ron and I have to report to the prefect's compartment first, and then do some inspections in the corridor. And Fan Lin, too, he is...

Oh yes, I forgot, said Harry.

You'd better get in the car, all of you, there's only a few minutes left, said Mrs. Weasley, looking at her watch. Have a great school year, Ron...

Mr. Weasley, may I have a few words with you? Harry suddenly made up his mind and said to Mr. Weasley.

Of course, said Mr. Weasley, looking a little surprised, but followed Harry into a corner out of earshot. Harry thought it over, and finally he came to the conclusion that if he was going to tell anyone about it, Mr. Weasley would be the best person; Investigating, and secondly, he felt that Mr. Weasley was unlikely to fly into a rage. As they walked away, he saw Mrs. Weasley and the stern-faced Auror looking at them both suspiciously.

The day we were in Diagon Alley - said Harry, but Mr. Weasley got ahead of him with a grimace.

Am I going to be told where you three disappeared when you, Van Lin and Hermione were supposed to be in Fred and George's back room?

How do you—?

Harry, please. You're talking to the man who raised Fred and George.

Uh... yes, well, we weren't in the back room.

Very well, then, let's hear the worst. Well, we followed Draco Malfoy all the way. Using my invisibility cloak.

Did you do it for any particular reason, or was it just a whim?

Because I think Malfoy is up to something, Harry went on, ignoring Mr. Weasley's mixed annoyance and interest. He dumped his mum and I wonder what he's going to do.

Of course you would think so, Mr. Weasley followed him. So? Have you discovered the reason?

He went to Borgin-Bock's, said Harry, and he threatened that fellow Borgin to fix one thing for him. He asked Borgin to keep another thing for him. Judging from what he said Seems like that's the same thing that needs to be fixed. Seems like a pair. And... Harry took a deep breath. One more thing. We found him jumping high when Madam Malkin tried to touch his left arm. I think he has the Dark Mark on his arm. I think he has replaced his father as a Death Eaters.

Mr. Weasley looked startled. After a while he said, Harry, I doubt You-Know-Who would allow a sixteen-year-old—

Does anyone know what You-Know-Who will and won't do? Harry asked angrily. Mr. Weasley, I'm sorry, but isn't this worth investigating? If Malfoy wants to fix something and needs to do it by threatening Borgin, then it must be some kind of dark magic object or something dangerous, no ?

Honestly, I still don't believe it, Harry, said Mr. Weasley slowly. You know, we searched Lucius Malfoy's house when he was arrested. We took all possible dangerous goods.

I thought you might have missed something, said Harry stubbornly.

Ah, maybe, said Mr. Weasley, but Harry could tell that Mr. Weasley was just accommodating him. The siren blared behind them; almost everyone was already on the train, and the doors were about to close.

You'd better hurry up, said Mr. Weasley, when Mrs. Weasley called out to him, Harry, come on! The luggage was carried up.

Well, dear, you're coming to us at Christmas, it's been fixed with Dumbledore, so we'll meet again soon, Mrs. Weasley said through the window, when Harry Close the door behind you, the train is already moving.

Be sure to take care of yourself— The train began to increase.

—to behave well, and to— She was already jogging with the train. --be safe!

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