Chapter 425 The Attacked Malfoy

Chapter 425 The Attacked Malfoy

The Leaky Cauldron remains frowned upon.

John walked in, and there was a moment of silence in the bar, followed by whispers.

He ignored it all, went to the back alley, and entered Diagon Alley.

It must be a pity that Watson was not able to come this time.

"What book do you want to buy?"

Inside the Lihen Bookstore, John hasn't been here for a while.

He chose to get the teaching materials by mail to his home last year.

He glanced at the book that looked like a mad dog in the cage, and then looked at the expression of the clerk in front of him who had lost hope for life.

""Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", "Advanced Potion Making"..."

He announced a series of names, and the clerk's pupils gradually returned to luster.

Apparently it was a joy for the clerk not to have to touch that damn biting book.

Mrs. Wick also saw those books, and said: "Your book at home often chases Tom's tail."

"That would be interesting." John could imagine that Tom would not be afraid, but rather liked it.

After buying all the books in Lihen Bookstore, they still need to buy some other things.

Stuffed "I Swing the Great Sword at Hogwarts" into the small bag, thinking that Dad Watson didn't want to buy this book that wizards love to read this trip.

Head to the ice cream parlor, where the ice cream is too strong in Mrs. Wick's eyes.

Perhaps because of the wizard's special physique, eating snacks and desserts is like tooth decay the next day.

Mrs. Wick is more interested in clothing, and she is also a good tailor.

There are some notices on the street, and they are all about being alert to dangers and the like.

There are also arrest warrants in motion.

The operation of Diagon Alley was not greatly affected by Voldemort's return. John saw wizards who were just about to enter school, accompanied by their parents, go to Ollivander's wand shop.

A girl was holding the dragon-roasted chestnuts she just bought from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. The rich aroma made the little fat man next to her salivate.

Small stalls were sneakily set up on the side of the street, selling amulets and the like.

However, most of the effects are negligible, and it is also something that the newly opened department of the Ministry of Magic will focus on.

Mrs. Wick seemed a good candidate for a fat sheep in their eyes.

John scoffed at this, when Mrs. Wick was Watson?

A wizard with an insanely large nose is enthusiastically promoting his amulet, which he claims is 90.00% resistant to the dark arts.

Mrs. Wick didn't even give him a look, as if she saw something dirty.

This embarrassed the big-nosed wizard, who turned around and sold to a large family.

But his luck was not very good, because there was a director of the Ministry of Magic in that big family who specialized in combating these items.

The Weasleys.

John glanced at it, said nothing, and went to Madam Malkin's robe store with Madam Wick.

There's real money in these monopolies, John went in.

His growth rate is a bit too fast, one height a year.

Madam Malkin's eyes lit up when she saw John.

This hanger-like boy is the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin.

While she was recording John's measurements, she also asked him if he would be interested in being a model for Mrs. Malkin's robe shop or something.

As the owner of the Silver Hand series, a strong competitor of Mrs. Malkin's robe shop, John said that he has no such intention for the time being.

This disappointed Mrs. Malkin, and Mrs. Wick was very proud, because her son had quite a reputation in the wizarding world.

Although the Wick family knew that their son was excellent, they had no idea how excellent he was.

At first I thought it was the number one in the whole grade, but now it seems that it is more than that.

Madam Malkin measured John's body with a measuring tape.

At this time, the door was opened.

John is looking sideways, but he is right now, and he has some problems with his right eye, so he sees a blur.

There was a coat hanger between them, so the other party couldn't find John in the first place.

But John also guessed who it was from the mass of fiery red hair.

Hermione didn't see Madam Malkin and was about to ask when she caught a glimpse of the man behind the hanger out of the corner of her eye.

As soon as her expression changed, Ron noticed that Hermione was a little strange, and was about to ask, when he heard an arrogant voice from outside.

"Who do you think I am?"

The familiar voice made Harry and Ron both turn their heads.

The door was pushed open, and a cursing Malfoy and his mother Narcissa walked in.

"To save face, call him Mr. If you don't give face, I'll just let him die."

The quotations of social people who don't know where they learned came out of Malfoy's mouth.

There was a gloomy look on Narcissa's brows. After entering Madam Malkin's gown store, her eyes glanced vaguely.

As soon as Malfoy entered the door, he saw three people. He immediately turned on the battle mode, and said sarcastically, "I said who made such a big show. It turned out to be our 'savior', Harry Potter."

Harry's complexion was not good, and Malfoy continued as if he couldn't see it: "Let the big man watch the door for you? Do you really think you are the savior?"

After all, he performed exaggeratedly.

"Oh no, Voldemort! Dumbledore save me!"

He performed a one-man show with such a frightened expression that Harry wanted to beat him up.

"Malfoy, shut up." Ron stood up and growled.

Malfoy glanced at him and sneered, "Why, the savior's little follower wants to vent his anger on your elder brother?"

He raised the corners of his mouth, even spread his hands, and sneered, "I don't even need a wand to deal with you."

Really, he looks like this.

John felt like his fists were itching.

He felt that one day Malfoy was beaten up outside, and it must not be surprising.

"Come on, who is afraid of whom?" Ron blushed angrily, and he didn't know whether it was because he was said to be a follower or because he was looked down upon.

"Draco." Narcissa frowned and looked at her son.

Malfoy put away his smile and snorted through his nose, "You should be thankful, I don't want to get my clothes dirty today."

Ron snorted like a cow.

Harry wanted to punch Malfoy too, and even wanted to wash Malfoy's mouth with his wand.

"Hermione, what's wrong?"

Just as Harry was about to draw his wand, he realized something was wrong.

There was no sound from Hermione.

He turned his head and saw that Hermione was too timid to step forward.

He didn't think it was Malfoy who scared Hermione, then there was something else.

"John? Ah, the lady."

As if the person who smeared honey on his mouth just now was not himself, Malfoy found John and Mrs. Wick.

Malfoy immediately became a good boy.

"Mrs. Wick, under Draco Malfoy, John's friend."

Malfoy's polite look made Ron's eyes widen.

It was more impactful than seeing Snape wash his hair.

"Draco, I heard John mention you, a very energetic friend." Mrs. Wick's compliment made Malfoy puff up his chest very proudly.

John noticed Narcissa looking at him, and he looked sideways.

After a while, John looked at Malfoy again, frowning.

Madam Malkin had him measured, and John suddenly walked over to Malfoy.

When Malfoy didn't know why, he reached out to straighten Malfoy's collar, and said indifferently: "Draco, you have to pay attention to your image."

Malfoy reached out to touch the neckline subconsciously, and John said, "I have to go to the cauldron shop."

After all, he said goodbye to Malfoy.

When he reached the door, he saw Hermione looking at him, and stopped when he wanted to come over.

He looked at Hermione, nodded slightly, left without speaking.

Hermione was disappointed for a while, her mood sank, and even the measuring of clothes after that didn't cheer her up.

There was a tall fellow standing outside the door. It was Hagrid.

John came out and smiled when he saw Hagrid.

"John, are you in there?" Hagrid asked in surprise, "You don't know how sad what happened to you last time."

"Sorry, Hagrid, I should have told you first."

John was picked up by Hagrid forcefully, still familiar with the force that can strangle people.

After putting John down, Hagrid saw Mrs. Wick, and said with some embarrassment, "You must be Mrs. Wick. My name is Rubeus Hagrid, John's friend."

"He's still a professor at Hogwarts." John added for him, reaching out to pat Hagrid's stomach. "Hagrid's class may not be the best, but it's definitely the most exciting and interesting."

Hagrid scratched his head in embarrassment at being introduced like this.

Mrs. Wick greeted politely. She was very impressed with this big man she met when she first came to Diagon Alley.

Unexpectedly, John and the other party became friends.

Hagrid chatted with John for a while, mostly about Grapp.

Grapp was already able to say a few more words, which pleased Hagrid.

After they parted, John and Mrs. Wick went to several supply stores.

...

Malfoy came out of Madam Malkin's shop.

"This place can also go to Knockturn Alley?"

Malfoy walked carelessly ahead, the alley was deserted.

The surrounding houses are narrow with airtight and closed windows.

He didn't notice that his mother Narcissa's expression was wrong.

After walking for a while, he stopped.

"Bellatrix?" Malfoy looked at the woman with burnt skin in front of him, his expression changed.

"Mom, you go first."

Malfoy drew out his wand and responded calmly: "I can solve her, you go to Dad or John."

Malfoy was not the Malfoy he had been, and he watched Bellatrix warily.

And Bellatrix walked step by step, with a crazy and distorted expression on her face.

"Draco, little Draco, give Auntie a hug."

Hearing this, Malfoy felt his stomach churning, turned on the output mode, and said mockingly, "Have you seen yourself? It's really disgusting."

As soon as he finished his words, Bellatrix, who was mad, shot.

In this alley, two wizards shot at the same time.

Crackling arc jumps.

Malfoy has been studying with Barty Jr. during this time, and his level of combat strength is also rapidly improving.

Even in the face of Bellatrix, he did not fall into a disadvantage for a while.

"Powder body..."

"Except your weapons."

There is a third person?

Don't give a chance to figure it out.

The wand flew out of Malfoy's hand, and before he could react, he was knocked into the air by Bellatrix.

A small emerald snake swam from the cold slate floor to the unconscious Malfoy, spit out a scarlet letter, and slashed across Malfoy's cheeks.

Behind her, Narcissa's hand holding the wand was trembling, and she raised her head, with unshed tears in her eyes.

There was trembling and anger in the voice, "Can you trust me now?"

Bellatrix let out a nasty laugh.

Narcissa closed her eyes in pain, and clenched her other hand tightly.

There is a silver ring hidden in it, which can be used to kill his sister at any time.

"Of course, Sissy, my favorite sister."

In the dark alley, Malfoy lay unconscious.

But behind the closed doors and windows in the alley, John didn't make a move.

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