HP Approaches the Magical World

"Mom, if you don't understand what the smell is, I can tell you that a Mudblood just came in here."

"There's no need to talk like that!"

Mrs. Malkin hurried out from behind the coat hanger, measuring tape and a wand in her hand: "And I don't want to draw the wand out in my shop either!"

She glanced towards the door, saw Harry and Ron pointing their wands at Malfoy, and added hastily.

Hermione stood a little behind them and whispered, "No, don't do it, honestly, it's not worth it..."

"Yeah, as if you dared to cast magic outside of school."

Malfoy sneered, "Who shot your eye blue, Granger? I'm going to give flowers to those people."

"Enough!" snapped Madam Malkin, turning for support. "Ma'am?"

Narcissa Malfoy came slowly out from behind the coat rack.

"Put them away," she said coldly to Harry and Ron, "if you try to do anything to my son again, I'll lock you up again."

"Yeah?"

Said Harry, taking a step forward, staring at the smooth, haughty face, which, despite its fair skin, bore a resemblance to her sister's. Harry was as tall as she was now.

"Trying to get some Death Eaters to kill us, eh?"

Madam Malkin screamed and grabbed her chest.

"Really, you shouldn't accuse - it's dangerous to say that - put your wand away, please!"

But Harry didn't put down his wand.

Narcissa had an ugly smile on her face.

"I can see that you mistakenly thought you were safe as Dumbledore's favorite student, Harry Potter.

But Dumbledore won't always be by your side to protect you. "

Harry pretended to look around the shop.

"Whoa...look...he's not here right now! Why don't you give it a try? Maybe they'll find you a double cell in Azkaban with your failed husband!"

Malfoy came towards Harry angrily, tripping over his overlong robes.

Ron laughed out loud.

"How dare you talk to my mother like that, Potter!"

"It's okay, Draco," Narcissa pressed his pale and slender fingers on his shoulder, stopping him, "I think before I go to reunite with Lucius, Potter will go to reunite with dear Sirius .”

Harry raised his wand even higher.

"Harry, don't!"

Hermione whispered, grabbing his arm and pressing down hard, "Think about it...don't...you're going to get into big trouble..."

Madam Malkin trembled for a moment, then seemed to pretend nothing had happened, and hoped nothing had happened.

She bent over Malfoy, who was still staring at Harry.

"I think the left sleeve could be tucked up a bit more, honey, let me—"

"Ouch!"

Malfoy yelled, snapping her hand open, "Watch where your needle goes, stupid woman! Mom—I don't want this dress anymore—"

He tore the robe off his head and threw it at Madam Malkin's feet.

"You're right, Draco," said Narcissa, casting a contemptuous glance at Hermione, "now I know what kind of scumbags are buying clothes here...we can get better ones at the Outfitters .”

After finishing speaking, the two of them strode out of the small shop, and Malfoy bumped Ron hard on purpose before going out.

"Oh, it's really choking!"

Madam Malkin said as she grabbed the robe that was thrown on the ground, and swept it with the tip of her wand, the dust disappeared as if it had been sucked away by a vacuum cleaner.

She had been absent-minded while cutting new robes for Ron and Harry, and had to sell the wizard's robes to Hermione. At last, when she bowed and sent them out of the shop, she seemed grateful that they were gone at last.

"Buy everything?" Hagrid saw them come out,

happily asked.

"Almost," said Harry. "Did you see Malfoy and his mother?"

"I see." Hagrid said not too mindfully, "But in Diagon Alley, they don't dare to act rashly, Harry, don't worry about them."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances, and before they could dispel Hagrid's erroneous thoughts, the Weasleys and Ginny appeared, each holding a large bag of books in their arms.

"Is everyone all right?" said Mrs. Weasley. "Have you got the robes? Well, we're on our way to Fred and George's shop, stopping by the chemist and the Eiley Owl - let's go." , follow closely..."

Harry and Ron didn't buy any ingredients at the drugstore, knowing they weren't taking potions anymore, but both bought two large boxes of owl nuts at the owl shop for Hedwig and Piglet.

They then continued down the street, looking for Fred and George's joke shop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, where Mrs Weasley checked her watch every minute.

"We can't really stay long,"

Mrs. Weasley said, "Just take a quick peek in the shop and then get back in the car. Everyone has to keep up, it's number ninety-two... ninety-four..."

"Wow!" Ron stopped abruptly and exclaimed.

The fronts of the surrounding shops were darkened and buried by notices, while the windows of Fred and George caught the eye like a pyrotechnic display.

Ordinary passers-by couldn't help turning their heads to look at the window, and a few people were so shocked that they stopped in their tracks, looking obsessed.

The window on the left was so colorful and filled with wares, twitching, flashing, jumping and screaming that tears welled up in Harry's eyes as he looked at it.

The window on the right was covered with a huge poster, also purple like those of the Ministry of Magic, but printed in big bright yellow letters:

Why are you worried about You-Know-Who?

you should care

Constipation Ren——

The feeling of constipation afflicts the Chinese people!

Harry laughed.

He heard a feeble moan from beside him, and turned to see Mrs. Weasley staring at the poster, dumbfounded.

Her lips moved silently, silently reciting the words: Constipation Ren.

"They'll be murdered in their beds!"

"No way!" said Ron, who laughed just as Harry did. "This is going to be fantastic!"

He and Harry led the way into the shop.

It was so full of customers that Harry couldn't squeeze his way to the front of the shelf.

He looked around and saw cardboard boxes piled up to the ceiling: this was the quick-acting skipping candy the twins had developed during their last year at Hogwarts.

Harry noticed that the most popular was the Nosebleed Nougat, and that only the last box was left on the shelf, squashed.

There were also several boxes of juggling wands, the cheapest of which turned into rubber chickens or trousers with a single swipe, and the most expensive of which, if the user was unguarded, they would take a beating on the neck and head.