The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

After being assured by Hagrid and the bartender, Old Tom, Mrs. Granger was finally relieved. After all, it was a school that wizards admired in their hearts.

Diagon Alley is not unfamiliar to the Grangers, but after passing through the doorway in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron, they saw Diagon Alley that has completely changed today: bleak is its theme.

In the cupboards of those shops down the road, there were supposed to be owl cages and cauldrons... but now there were just Ministry of Magic notices on the glass windows.

The ice cream shop was sealed off, and a notice was blown away by the wind. Cyrus reached out to catch the notice. It was a wanted notice, and Bellatrix on it was sternly stalking the group of them. smile.

"George and Fred's business is the best, and they make a lot of money," Hagrid said, pointing in one direction.

At a fork in the road, there is still a shop open. The huge signboard of "Trick Workshop" is shining with colorful lights, which is so out of place in the gray Diagon Alley.

There are also two Muggle robe-like decorations on it. Whenever a transaction is completed, there will always be a small firework.

As they said, there are three floors in total. You can see the figures jumping up and down inside just from the outside windows. Every once in a while, a group of people walking together laughingly come out of it.

"This is made by two boys in my family, who are born to do this..." Arthur Weasley introduced with some embarrassment.

"Toy sellers?" Mr. Granger always held some boxes in his hands when he saw some wizards coming out. Those wooden boxes were a bit like the packaging of Muggle board game shops.

"No..more than that," Cyrus cleared his throat, and whispered, "and some...little defensive paraphernalia?"

After all, at a time when everyone is in danger, Mr. Granger can understand selling something protective. He curiously took a small badge from Ginny, engraved on it with a fangs and claws and three pairs of arms outstretched. Stitch.

With the shape composed of lines, you can also do a few simple actions...

Hermione pinned the badge under her parents' collar intimately, but Annie Klein subconsciously resisted, but still took the badge that Cyrus stuffed into his pocket.

"Let's go to Mrs. Malkin's robe shop first. Ron's school uniform is a little short, and Harry has grown up..." Mrs. Weasley glanced at the list and urged anxiously, "If you move faster, there will be more time to turn"

"Why don't we go and help them buy the books first?" Mr. Weasley suggested.

So Mr. Klein and Hagrid took them to the Mojin Robe Shop, while the Grangers and the Weasleys went to the Lichen Bookstore, and Fleur and Bill were waiting for them at the 'Trick Workshop'.

Perhaps it was Annie Klein's exceptional calmness that reassured the Grangers, so the group split up.

Cyrus heard the conversations of some passers-by and found that the Ministry of Magic had arrested some wizards who opposed the speech as Death Eaters. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Because of Hagrid's size, he could only stand at the door of the shop and wait for them, so Klein followed in as the only adult here.

"To be honest, it doesn't look as good as the Pharaoh's clothes." Anni Klein fiddled with the robes on the hanger. The solid-colored robes on them were all ordinary styles, and the production techniques could not be called sophisticated, but just qualified.

Maybe Cyrus and Hermione went to Lihen Bookstore first, otherwise they wouldn't meet here...

"Mom, can you make her hurry up? I can't stand the smell here." Draco Malfoy, wearing a green robe, looked at the new guest who appeared in the mirror and said, "Mud...Muggle wizard, huh. ..”

"I said how dare you speak, so your mother is here?" Harry drew out his wand.

"Oh my god! Please don't do this." Mrs. Malkin glanced at the door and said hurriedly, "I don't want any accidents to happen in my shop!"

Malfoy's face paled when Cyrus and Hermione came around the corner.

"I think you dare to cast magic outside the school?" He sneered a few times, but took a few steps back.

"I want to deal with a descendant of Death Eaters, no one will have an opinion..." Both Ron and Neville pulled out their wands at the same time, and like Harry, they pointed at Draco in unison, "You look like a mouse!" What about the same father? Where did he hide?"

Narcissa Malfoy came out from behind the coat hanger and stared at the five of them coldly.

"If you dare to do it, I will make you unable to move..." She showed an ugly smile, and retracted her right hand into her sleeve.

"Really?" Anne Klein pushed aside the clothes, got out from the middle of the hanger, put his right hand on his waist, and the other hand on Cyrus' shoulder, "If you do it, I'll show you Look how powerful Muggles are"

As soon as the woman pulled out the stick, he would push Cyrus away and shoot.

Narcissa glanced at the Muggle with disdain. The arrogance of wizards and pure blood was deeply engraved in her soul like a brand, and she stood in front of Draco.

Madam Malkin screamed in horror at their actions.

"Obviously, Dumbledore wasn't around, so he put his favorite student to protect you, didn't he? Harry Potter"

"Oh? You said that..." Harry looked around, then took a step forward, "Look! Why don't you hurry up and give it a try? Maybe you can be like your failed husband, and the mouse like running away"

What is she pretending to sacrifice her life for?

Harry hated everything to do with Malfoy, them and Voldemort for killing his parents and now acting like an innocent.

"No one can talk to my mother like that!" Malfoy growled angrily.

"Why are you pretending to be a good person?!" Harry's current height, because of the rapid growth of nutrition, looks as tall as Narcissa, he pointed at Draco and cursed, "How many people have been killed by your family!"

Narcissa put a pale hand on the angry Draco, calming him down.

She looked over Harry, saw Cyrus and Hermione behind, and then looked at the dumb Muggle, grabbing Draco and preparing to leave here.

"I don't want this dress anymore!" Draco cast fire on Madam Malkin.

"It doesn't matter, Draco." Narcissa glanced at Hermione and Cyrus contemptuously, "At least we know what social dregs are shopping here..."

"Tsk tsk, some purebloods just like to be a master"

This kind of low-level and vulgar stimulation is not even on the table in Hermione's eyes. Why should she care about a woman who has no self-will?If you have time to spare, why not make a phone call with Mr. Prime Minister.

Annie Klein touched his nose and rearranged his clothes.

"Why are you running around with this thing around now?" Cyrus whispered to his father while taking measurements.

"Why? The world is so chaotic now, how can we not prepare something for self-defense?" The father said absently, "But I haven't fired a single shot yet..."

"So, you haven't opened the insurance just now?!"

"But you can't lose your posture!" Klein put on a teaching look, "When I used to fight, no matter whether I was ready or not, I couldn't lose my momentum...Don't say that the other party is still a woman..."

Even after shopping for clothes and walking out of Mrs. Malkin's robe shop, he would still spat hard on the ground and made an upside-down 'V' in the direction in which Malfoy's mother and son left.

What a British gentleman should have, is not seen in Anne Klein.