Chapter 831: Chapter 712: Malfoy in Diagon Alley_3
Or rather, what kind of offer did Voldemort make that even the Malfoys, who always seek only to protect themselves, were tempted?
"Hurry up and come in, Kael, what are you doing outside? Madam Malkin needs to measure your height."
Mr. Weasley’s voice brought Kael back to his senses.
"Coming." He took another look at the two people who had already entered another store, shook his head, and walked into Madam Malkin’s.
It’s the wrong place, too many people in Diagon Alley, and it’s broad daylight... Kael didn’t want to cause unnecessary trouble for himself.
Besides, Hogwarts is about to start the school year. Even if Narcissa Malfoy really wanted to do something, she couldn’t possibly come to the school to find him, right?
Of course, if she really dared to do that, Kael wouldn’t mind introducing her to his Fantastic Beasts friends.
"What are you looking at outside?" Inside the store, Mr. Weasley said, "Don’t mind them, the Malfoy family is always like that."
"No, I just saw a classmate." Kael said.
"Yes, everyone is coming to Diagon Alley to shop now." Mr. Weasley didn’t pay much attention either.
No one was particularly interested in the Malfoy matters, and Madam Malkin seemed even more absent-minded.
By the time they came out of the store, the people shopping for other things had also returned.
"Did you see Malfoy and his mother?" Harry couldn’t help but ask as soon as they met.
"I saw them," Hagrid said indifferently, "but in Diagon Alley, they wouldn’t dare to act rashly. Is there anything else to buy?"
"We want to visit Fred and George’s shop," Ron said, "can we?"
"We must hurry up."
"It’s okay, Molly," Mr. Weasley said. "There’s no need to be so anxious."
"Yes." Sirius also nodded in agreement, "It’s not as dangerous here as you imagine."
Seeing everyone say that, Mrs. Weasley could only agree.
They started heading towards Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, with Hermione, Bill, and others leading the way.
As they passed Eeylops Owl Emporium, they also bought a lot of Owl Nuts and a bit of Potion Materials at the apothecary.
Harry and Ron symbolically bought a little too, since they weren’t sure if they would continue taking Potion Class, so they only bought the basics. Even if they didn’t need them, they could give them to Hermione.
Everyone continued walking forward.
"This is number ninety-two... just up ahead..."
Actually, there was no need for Hermione to remind them, everyone could already see it.
Unlike other places plastered with notices and wanted posters, Fred and George’s shop window was as eye-catching as a fireworks display.
On the right window was a massive poster with flashy yellow letters printed on it.
Why worry about You-Know-Who
You should be concerned.
Constipated Man!
...
Harry and Ron immediately burst into laughter, but Mrs. Weasley was somewhat incredulous, muttering:
"Constipated Man... they’ll be assassinated!"
"No, they won’t," Bill explained with a smile. "That poster has been there for two months, and You-Know-Who obviously wouldn’t bother with such trivialities. Go inside and see, you’ll be amazed. I must say, they’ve made a really interesting store."
With that, he took the lead and went inside.
Fred and George weren’t in the shop; they were probably still at the Ministry of Magic at this time.
During the recent Dementor rampage, they had been busy in the shop dealing with the Patronus Necklace orders, and a lot of work had piled up that needed to be completed.
"Hello, esteemed customers." A well-dressed house-elf quickly came over and said expertly, "The latest products are on the shelf next to the counter, and Constipated Man is still on sale for just one Knut."
"Are you... Dobby?" Harry asked carefully, somewhat surprised after recognizing him.
"Mr. Harry Potter!" Dobby then noticed Harry in the crowd and immediately became more excited.
"It’s such a pleasure to see Mr. Harry Potter here." He exclaimed, instantly drawing a lot of attention.
"Look, Harry Potter is in Diagon Alley too..."
"I knew it, he wouldn’t be afraid of You-Know-Who..."
People began whispering among themselves.
Harry suddenly became nervous, quickly lowering his head and trying to hide the scar on his forehead with his hair.
But Dobby, in his excitement, didn’t notice this and pulled Harry right into the store.
It was bigger inside than he had imagined, with shelves full of dazzling products, each one interesting. As Harry walked around, he soon forgot his earlier embarrassment.
"This is a Patented Daydream Charm, allowing you to quickly enter a high-quality fantasy, lasting thirty minutes."
"This is a Skiving Snackbox, which Mr. Harry Potter surely doesn’t need, right?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts products, including Anti-Curse Gloves and Hats, are the most popular."
Dobby dutifully introduced the store’s products, and Harry’s eyes were almost not enough for all the things he liked there.
"Dobby..." He stopped in the Defense Against the Dark Arts section, interrupting the enthusiastic house-elf. "How come you’re here, did Fred and George hire you?"
"No, Dobby is here to help," the little elf shook his big ears. "Come September, Dobby will have to go back to where he worked before, Dobby likes it there better."
"Where you worked before? What is it?" Harry asked casually as he looked at a small mannequin holding a bomb on the shelf.
"Dobby can’t say."
Almost reflexively, Harry quickly turned to look at Dobby.
Because he knew that revealing a master’s secret was strictly forbidden for house-elves; even the mere thought of it would trigger self-punishment.
When he first met Dobby in his second year, the house-elf often did just that.
But to his surprise, this time Dobby did nothing, just stood there calmly.
This meant he truly didn’t want to say, rather than was unable to say.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed like Dobby had indeed found a job he liked.
"That’s great," Harry said with a smile.
"I’d like to buy this." He pointed at the little figure on the shelf, "How much is it?"
"The Decoy Detonator creates a loud distraction, two Galleons," Dobby said immediately. "But for Mr. Harry Potter, it’s only one Galleon. That’s the best discount Dobby can offer."
"And what about this?" Harry looked at a glass marble filled with swirling white mist that looked like a miniature Crystal Ball.
"A Smoke Ball, quickly creates a cloud of mist, ten Sickles," Dobby said.
"I’ll take it." Harry immediately reached for his money bag.
Previously, during the last task of the Triwizard Tournament, when he was captured to Voldemort’s side, Kael had used something similar, shrouding the entire hill in mist. It was incredibly handy.
He just didn’t expect it to be so cheap.
"Wait a moment." At this time, Kael came over from the back to explain:
"Actually, this isn’t the same large-scale Mist Treasure Pearl you saw before, but a replica I made. To be honest, the effect isn’t nearly as good."
"No problem," Harry thought for a moment and said indifferently, "I could just use more of them if needed."
He grabbed a handful of Gold Coins and handed them to Dobby, "I’ll take all of these!"
