Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

 Chapter 713 Malfoy in Diagon Alley

There is still one week left before the start of school, and Kyle and others also need to go to Diagon Alley to buy things they need for the new semester.

 Although the weather on this day was not very good, it did not affect everyone's good mood at all.

Especially Harry, he hasn't been out for more than a month. Although he likes to stay with Sirius, he always gets a little bored after a long time.

 So after walking out of the house, he seemed particularly excited.

 “How do we get there?” Bill stood on the street, looking around warily.

“Remus and Kingsley drove us,” Sirius said. “Oh, here they are.”

As they were talking, a special car from the Ministry of Magic had already stopped in front of them.

“That’s great.” Ron said happily, “I thought I was going to take the subway again, right?”

"There's nothing wrong with taking the subway." Hermione glanced at him.

"Of course, you are right." Ron sat in the car and stretched his limbs comfortably, "But in terms of convenience and comfort, the Ministry of Magic's car is definitely better."

“Don’t you want me to protect you?” Hagrid walked over, knocking several tables along the way.

Several people passed through the bar and queued up in the backyard to receive the Auror's developing potion examination. Then they finally passed through the doorway in the wall and entered Diagon Alley.

　　When a group of them arrived at Madam Malkin's Robe Shop, three people happened to come out of it.

 “Hagrid!” he said in surprise: “Why is it you?”

“And Bill, you and Charlie go to the Literary Residence and remember to buy more parchment and ink.”

"Oh well."

I have to say that this kind of thing does affect the shopping experience a bit, but this is the decision of the Auror Office, and Kyle can't change it.

Hermione didn't refute this time, because what Ron said was true. The car modified with magic was indeed much more comfortable and had enough space.

"How long will it take you?" Kingsley turned around and asked, "I will pick you up then."

Although there was a Death Eater attack, because the Ministry of Magic had strengthened its security, there were still quite a few people in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Don't worry." Kyle advised him helpfully: "There are at least three Aurors in the Leaky Cauldron, plus there are so many of us, it will be no problem."

"No, of course not..." Harry shook his head repeatedly.

 “First, Madam Malkin’s Robe Shop.”

“Molly, there are too many of us and we can’t all go to Madam Malkin’s Robe Shop.” Mr. Weasley said, “Why don’t you take them there? Ginny, Hermione, and I will go to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore first.

 There are not a few people like Mrs. Weasley in Diagon Alley, and everyone is in a hurry.

"Don't be nervous, I was just kidding." Hagrid came over and gave Harry a hug that could break bones.

 Then at the entrance of the store, he met Harry and others walking towards him.

“No wonder I smelled something bad just now.” Malfoy narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry bitterly.

 “That’s really good,” Kyle said.

"It's just over." Hagrid said, "Dumbledore doesn't think we need to look at those anymore..." Hagrid glanced at the others around him and lowered his voice: "Well, you know what I'm talking about."

Harry said nothing. He was still a little unaccustomed to this kind of special treatment, and he didn't want to be surrounded by a group of Aurors while shopping...except for Lupine, of course.

Malfoy's words stopped abruptly. He saw someone he didn't want to meet anyway.

Mrs. Weasley said, "Kyle, I noticed before that your clothes are a little short. It's best to buy a new one. Harry, the same goes for you."

"Kyle, Kyle..." Malfoy's eyes were a little dodgeful, "Why are you here?"

Compared to previous years, Diagon Alley today is still a little deserted. Even though school is about to start, there are not many people on the street, and everyone looks like they are in a hurry.

Kyle can guarantee that he definitely heard an overwhelming creaking sound just now. If Hagrid exerts more force, the Bone Spirit given by Sirius will come in handy.

 “Okay, Dad.”

"Yes, and I came back at the right time. The Ministry of Magic originally wanted to send a group of Aurors to protect Harry, but Dumbledore said I would just come." Hagrid said proudly, "Okay, let's hurry up Let’s go to Diagon Alley, there are still many things to buy.”

“About two hours.” Mr. Weasley said, and they got out of the car and walked into the bar.

 “Hagrid, your mission over there is over?” Kyle changed the subject.

 In addition, large notices and wanted photos of Death Eaters were posted on prominent places, whether on walls or shop windows.

"Where is your mudblood friend, Potter? Is he too scared to come..."

"Don't get used to it. This time is just a special situation. In order to protect Harry, especially since the Death Eaters just attacked Diagon Alley some time ago." Mr. Weasley turned around and said.

"You don't have to follow me. Maybe you haven't noticed, Mom, I can go out and buy things by myself." Malfoy walked at the front in a dark green robe, looking back and complaining.

"But..." Mrs. Weasley hesitated. Although she wanted to finish shopping as soon as possible, she didn't want everyone to be separated.

"Great, he's already here." As soon as he walked in, Mr. Weasley waved happily.

“He now enjoys first-level security, and there will be others to protect us when we get to the Leaky Cauldron.”

It is precisely for this reason that when Hagrid wanted to greet him in the same way, Kyle rejected him without even thinking.

Harry originally thought he was greeting an Auror, but when he looked up, he saw a familiar big man.

"There are a lot of us, so we have to move faster." Mrs. Weasley said. She didn't know if it was because of previous attacks, but she didn't want to stay here too long.

“Here we are.” After a while, the car slowed down and entered Charing Cross Street, stopping outside the Leaky Cauldron.

"Of course it's shopping." Kyle said casually: "School is about to start. You can't let me take last year's textbooks to class."

"Yes, yes, you are right." Malfoy lowered his head.

 I don’t know why, Kyle always felt that Malfoy was weird today, but he couldn’t tell what was wrong.

It felt like Malfoy felt guilty, but that was wrong. Why would he feel guilty when he saw him?

 Before Kyle could figure it out, Harry and Ron on the side had already taken out their wands.

"I'm warning you, Malfoy." Harry said angrily: "If you scold Hermione again, I'll make you look good."

 An even stranger thing is coming…

Normally, Malfoy would have retorted without hesitation or ridiculed Harry, but today he seemed to be a different person and didn't answer the question at all.

 “You’d better tell them to put their things away, Sirius.”

Narcissa Malfoy came out from behind and looked at Sirius coldly, "If they dare to do something to my son, I will make sure they never get the wand."

"Really? Let's give it a try." Sirius stepped forward, blocking Harry behind him, "Let's see who of us can cast the spell faster."

　　Seemingly out of anger, Narcissa Malfoy's already pale face became even more pale.

“Mom, let’s go...” Malfoy whispered: “Don’t waste time, I still need to buy new books.”

 The smell of gunpowder between the two sides is getting stronger and stronger.

But Narcissa Malfoy ignored him at all, still staring at Sirius...and Kyle standing next to him.

 She just heard what Malfoy said and already knew Kyle's identity.

 Is it him? The person the Dark Lord wants...

 Narcissa Malfoy turned her wand slightly.

　　It seems that creating a conflict here and taking the opportunity to kill him is also a good choice. Although she may be arrested by the Auror for this, Draco does not have to take the risk.

Thinking of this, Narcissa Malfoy's breathing began to become rapid.

 At the same time, Kyle, who was watching the play, suddenly noticed an inexplicable murderous intention.

This feeling was all too familiar to him, it was exactly the same as when the Death Eaters saw him before.

 There are only two people here who are related to Death Eaters.

 “Is it for yourself? Or for everyone?”

Although he didn't know the purpose of the Malfoy family, for the sake of safety, Kyle held the wand in his sleeve immediately, and at the same time quietly opened the lock of the box with his other hand.

Ever since he was attacked by three Death Eaters last time, Kyle has not put away his suitcase and carries it with him wherever he goes.

 …

 “Oh, come on, sir...ma’am...”

At this time, Mrs. Malkin came out from behind the clothes rack, holding a tape measure in her hand, "I don't want anyone to fight in front of my store. If you must do this, I will have to call the Aurors." "

"Mother, let's go." Malfoy said again, with a hint of pleading in his voice.

Unknown whether it was because of Malfoy's words or because she didn't want to deal with Aurors, Narcissa Malfoy took a step back and took the lead in putting away her wand.

 She glanced at the people in front of her, and her eyes paused on Kyle for a moment.

"You can't protect them forever, and neither can Dumbledore," she said pointedly.

"Let's go, Draco." She raised her head and said in a deliberately loud voice, "Throw away the robe you are wearing later. I simply can't bear to buy clothes in the same place as those scum... Tuofan clothing store has better ones.”

Malfoy followed him wordlessly, wanting nothing more than to get out of here as soon as possible. "It's really annoying." Mrs. Malkin also heard these words, but she could only pretend to be indifferent and gave Sirius a forced smile. "Do you still want to buy clothes?"

"Of course, this is the best." Sirius strode into the store, and Mrs. Malkin's face looked much better.

“The Malfoy family is like this. It makes people want to beat them up.” Ron and Harry also cursed and walked into the store.

Kyle stayed where he was. He looked at Narcissa Malfoy's back, the wand in his hand slightly raised.

If he hasn't noticed something is wrong by now, then he might as well change his name to Ron.

That Narcissa was the source of the previous murderous intention, and her target was probably herself.

 He was not sure before, but the look that the other party finally cast on him made Kyle completely sure of this idea.

Although he can't use Legilimency as a passive magic like Dumbledore, it's still fine if he just makes some simple judgments.

 Narcissa Malfoy only looked at Harry with disgust, but it was only when she looked at herself that there was an obvious change.

Even though she hid it well, Kyle noticed.

　　But this doesn't make sense. He has no grudge against the Malfoy family at all. His relationship with Draco Malfoy... although it can't be said to be friendly, is not so bad that they will fight to the death.

　　In other words, how high a price did Voldemort offer that even Malfoy, who had always only wanted to protect himself, was tempted?

"Come in quickly, Kyle, what are you doing outside? Madam Malkin needs to measure your height."

Mrs. Weasley's voice brought Kyle back to his senses.

"Here you go." He glanced at the two people who had already entered another store again, shook his head and walked into Madam Malkin's Robe Shop.

The place is wrong, there are too many people in Diagon Alley, and it's broad daylight... Kyle doesn't want to cause unnecessary trouble for himself.

Moreover, Hogwarts is about to start school. Even if Narcissa Malfoy really wants to do something, she can't come to the school to find him.

Of course, if she really dares to do this, Kyle wouldn't mind introducing her to her magical animal friends.

"What are you looking at outside?" Mrs. Weasley said when she came to the store: "Don't pay attention to them, everyone in the Malfoy family is like this."

“No, I just saw a classmate.” Kyle said.

"Yes, everyone comes to Diagon Alley to buy things now." Mrs. Weasley didn't pay much attention.

  Everyone was not very interested in the Malfoy matter, and Mrs. Malkin was always absent-minded.

 When they came out of the store, the person responsible for buying other things also came back.

"Have you seen Malfoy and his mother?" Harry couldn't help but ask as soon as they met.

"I saw it." Hagrid said nonchalantly, "But in Diagon Alley, they don't dare to act rashly. Is there anything else you want to buy?"

“We want to go to Fred and George’s shop,” said Ron. “Is that okay?”

 “We must hurry up.”

 “It’s okay, Molly,” said Mr. Weasley. "You really don't have to be so nervous."

"Yes." Sirius nodded in agreement, "It's not as dangerous here as you think."

Seeing everyone saying this, Mrs. Weasley had no choice but to agree.

A few people started walking towards Weasley's Joke Shop. Hermione, Bill and others who had been there before led the way.

When they passed by the Lala Owl Store, they also bought a lot of owl nuts and some potion ingredients in the drugstore.

Harry and Ron also bought a little bit symbolically, because they were not sure whether they would continue to take potions classes, so they only bought the most basic things. Even if they didn't use them themselves, they could give them to Harry. Sensitive.

 Everyone continued to walk forward.

“This is number ninety-two…it’s just a little further…”

 In fact, Hermione didn’t need to remind her, everyone had already seen it.

Unlike the notices and wanted posters plastered everywhere else, Fred and George’s shop windows were as attractive as a fireworks display.

 The window on the right is covered with a huge poster with dazzling yellow characters printed on it.

　Why are you worried about the mysterious man?

 You should care.

 Constipation kernel!

 …

Harry and Ron laughed immediately, but Mrs. Weasley was a little disbelieving and murmured:

 “Constipation Ren...they will be assassinated!”

"No." Bill explained with a smile: "This poster came out two months ago. The mysterious man obviously won't pay attention to such a trivial matter. Go in and take a look, you will be surprised. I have to say, The store they built is really interesting.”

After saying that, he took the lead and walked in.

Fred and George were not in the shop, they should still be at the Ministry of Magic at this time.

　　When the dementors were rampant some time ago, they had been busy working on the Patronus Necklace in the store, and a lot of work had accumulated, which needed to be completed.

"Hello, distinguished guest." A well-dressed and clean house elf quickly came over and said skillfully: "The latest products are on the shelf next to the counter, and the constipation kernels are still on special price, only one knut."

"You are...Dobby?" Harry looked at it carefully for a while and said with some surprise.

 "Mr. Harry Potter!" Dobby then noticed Harry in the crowd and became even more excited.

“Dobby is so happy to see Mr. Harry Potter here,” he screamed, attracting a lot of attention.

 “Look, Harry Potter is coming to Diagon Alley too…”

“I knew he wouldn’t be afraid of the mysterious man…”

 People began to whisper.

Harry suddenly became nervous and quickly lowered his head, trying to cover the scar on his forehead with his hair.

 But Dobby, who was in a state of excitement, did not notice this and pulled Harry into the store.

This place is larger than expected, and the shelves are filled with a variety of products, and each one is very interesting. Harry looked over and quickly forgot the embarrassment he just felt.

“This is a daydream spell that can quickly enter a high-quality fantasy that lasts thirty minutes.”

 “This is a quick-acting truant, Mr. Harry Potter certainly doesn’t need it, right?”

“Defence Against the Dark Arts products, including spell-resistant gloves and hats, are among the most popular.”

 Dobby introduced the products in the store dutifully. Harry's eyes were a little tired. He liked everything here.

"Dobby..." He stopped at the Defense Against the Dark Arts product area and interrupted the chattering house elf. "Why are you here? Did Fred and George hire you?"

“No, Dobby is here to help.” The elf shook his big ears. “In September, Dobby will have to go back to his previous place of work. Dobby likes it there better.”

"Where did you work before? What was it?" Harry asked casually as he looked at a small dummy holding a bomb on the shelf.

 “Dobby cannot say.”

Almost as a reflex, Harry quickly turned his head to look at Dobby.

 Because he has learned that revealing the master's secrets is absolutely forbidden for house elves. When they have this idea, even if it is just a little thought, they will immediately punish themselves.

When he first met Dobby in his second year, the house elf often did this.

But what Harry didn't expect was that Dobby did nothing this time, just stood there calmly.

 This means that he really doesn’t want to say it, but it’s not that he can’t say it.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Dobby had really found a job that he liked.

 “Pretty good,” Harry said with a smile.

“I want to buy this.” He pointed to the little man on the shelf, “How much does it cost?”

"The decoy bomb can make a lot of noise, two Galleons." Dobby blurted out: "But if it is Mr. Harry Potter, it only needs one Galleung, and Dobby can only offer so much discount. "

“What about this one?” Harry looked at another glass marble, which was filled with white mist and looked like a miniature prophecy ball.

“The smoke ball can quickly generate a cloud of fog, which is ten psi.” Dobby said.

 “I want it.” Harry immediately took out his money bag.

　　In the last event of the Triwizard Tournament, when he was caught next to Voldemort, Kyle used something similar to cover the entire mountain with fog. It was not too convenient.

 It’s just that he didn’t expect it to be so cheap.

“Wait.” At this time, Kyle came from behind and explained:

“Actually, this is not the large-scale mist orb you have seen before, but one imitated by me. To be honest, the effect is not even the slightest bit worse.”

"It doesn't matter." Harry thought for a while and said nonchalantly: "In the worst case, I'll just use a few more."

 He grabbed a handful of gold coins and gave them to Dobby, "I want all of these!"

 (End of this chapter)