Professor, please pay the debt

Harry brought Kreacher to the back door of the Leaky Cauldron, which was the dark corner where the rubbish was piled up. He turned around and told Kreacher, "I'll see my friends later, don't talk, I don't want to cause everyone Unhappy."

Harry made an appointment with the Weasleys and Hermione, and everyone wanted to buy school supplies for the whole year today.

After disappearing for a holiday, Harry was naturally taught by his friends. The first few letters were even roaring letters, but Harry threw it to pieces before it roared out.

The magic defense of Black's old house is quite tight. Even if Harry uses Legilimency and Forgetfulness on Kreacher, there is no movement from the Ministry of Magic, let alone other magic spells, so Harry can use magic recklessly. curse.

"Why does the master have to deal with those pure-blood traitors? That family is not a good thing. When they lived in the mistress's house last year, they caused a lot of trouble!

They actually wanted to throw away the Black family treasures, but luckily Kreacher hid them.

And that Mudblood, she pretended to be Kreacher's friend, what would the mistress think if she found out, and how would Kreacher explain to her. "

Kreacher was much more respectable now, he was wearing a new pillowcase with the Black family arms on it, and Harry's magic had made him forget about the locket altogether.

But Kreacher was still Kreacher, who loathed Hermione, disliked the Weasleys, and was forever loyal to his mistress.

Harry really wanted to kick him, how could an elf doubt his master's orders, but Harry held back, he had already learned his lesson about the locket, he never thought that elves had abilities that wizards didn't know, Kreacher was able to apparate in the cave. If he hadn't happened to come to Black's old house, he might have missed the locket.

Harry no longer dared to underestimate this species, so his attitude towards Kreacher has been very kind these days.

"They are my friends, Kreacher, I hope you don't provoke them, it's not difficult for you, just keep your mouth shut."

"As master, Kreacher will not speak when they are present..." Kreacher bowed to Harry, his big nose almost touched the ground, then he turned his head and muttered to himself, "Master is depraved, Kreacher's persuasion is useless, let him go, anyway, his surname is Potter and not Blake."

Harry held his foot firmly, or he would have kicked him, and then ordered Kreacher to open the wall leading to Diagon Alley.

Kreacher poked the air twice with his thin fingers, and the bricks of the wall moved, rolling away to the sides, forming a doorway leading to a winding cobbled path.They stepped through the doorway, stopped and looked around.

Diagon Alley has completely changed.The window used to display spell books, potion ingredients and cauldrons, all colorful.

It's all out of sight now, but is completely obscured by a large notice posted by the Ministry of Magic.

Most of these forbidding purple notices are safety advice from the Ministry of Magic to wizards, telling people how to spot Inferi, Dementors and Werewolves, and some notices are printed in black and white with wanted Death Eaters. activity photos.

Bellatrix Lestrange sneered hideously in front of the nearby pharmacy.

The doors of many shops were closed, a few windows were boarded up, and some dilapidated roadside stalls popped up suddenly. The closest to Harry was the stained striped canopy outside Madam Malkin's robe shop. Below, a cardboard sign tacked to the front of the stall: Talisman: Effective against Werewolves, Dementors, and Inferi

Just as Harry was about to walk over to take a closer look, the door of Madam Malkin's shop opened from the inside, and a boy with platinum blonde hair rushed out from inside, walking angrily towards the depths of Diagon Alley, followed by a A middle-aged lady, she has blond hair and a pretty face, with a forehead and chin like the wanted criminal.

This is Draco and Narcissa.

Harry has the memory of the Dark Lord, so when he saw Drake, his first reaction was that this is the grandson of Abraxas, Abraxas Malfoy, the only friend of the Dark Lord.

If he died later, with him persuading him, maybe the Dark Lord would not be so crazy to split his soul.

As for Narcissa, huh, the Blakes are all lunatics!

Andromeda married a Mudblood, Sirius joined the Order of the Phoenix, Regulus replaced the Dark Lord's Horcrux and committed suicide, they are all crazy, just in different ways, Bellatrix , she was even more crazy, she tried every means to climb into the bed of the Dark Lord, just to give birth to a child of Slytherin blood.

This Narcissa...is still normal, but she will go crazy one day, this is the tradition of the Black family.

"Miss Sissy!" Kreacher exclaimed, but the Malfoy mother and son left in a hurry, no one noticed, Kreacher lowered his head in disappointment and said to himself, "Miss Sissy has become so careless, How can a noble lady run around in the street, how angry the hostess will be if she finds out!"

"Shut up from now on!"

Harry couldn't take it anymore, and he strode into Madam Malkin's robe shop.As soon as he entered the door, he heard a scream, and a furry head rushed over.

It's Hermione Granger.

"Where did you go? We were all worried to death!"

Harry doubted his identity again. If it was the Dark Lord, he would never allow a Mudblood to talk to him like this. Maybe he is the savior, but he just has the memory of the Dark Lord.

It's really messy, forget it, don't think about it!

"Hey, buddy, your face is really bad! Who made you angry!"

"Wait, Ron, don't you think there are more important things than this?" Hermione had already let go of Harry, she took two steps back and looked at him carefully, and then said in a surprised tone: "You have grown taller Harry! And it's a full two inches, and I'd have to tiptoe to hug you now. And, where's your glasses? Do you have contact lenses?"

"Can glasses make you invisible?" Ron asked.

"Don't interrupt Ron!"

Hermione reprimanded Ron, then turned back to look at Harry, her hair was like a big untied broom, sweeping it with a whoosh, the ends of her hair almost hit Ron in the face, and Ron's upper body was thrown back After shaking for a while, he dodged lightly. He didn't even move his feet. The movements were very skillful, obviously he had dodged many times.

Harry smiled, this may be the first time Soul Piece laughed from the heart after waking up, he felt warm in his heart.

"I know you have a lot of questions to ask. Instead of letting you ask questions in a hurry, it's better for me to explain them one by one. Besides, I'm here to make clothes, so Madam Malkin will help me measure them first. Check out the size."

Hermione and Ron finally stepped aside, and Harry was able to walk into the store to greet Mrs. Malkin. Today, the usually kind lady looked a little unkind, "Yes, let's take a measurement, if you all come I’m so happy making clothes.”

She dropped the shabby ruler on top of Harry, then picked up a robe from the floor and pointed it with her wand to dust it off.

"It's not our fault..." Ron yelled at her, "Malfoy provoked it, and I'm not wrong, his father is indeed locked in Azkaban, don't you sympathize with him?"

By the way, Lucius is still locked in Azkaban, we have to find a way to get him out, he must be Abu's son.

"I don't care about these..." Mrs. Malkin turned pale with anger, "I'm just a clothes maker!"

This may be what most people think, the battle between good and evil has nothing to do with them, they only care about their own lives.It cannot be said that they are at fault, people are selfish, and we cannot expect everyone to be warriors of the light.

"Ma'am, the measurements have been taken..." Harry blocked Madam Malkin's stare at Ron, "I would like three everyday robes, one dress robe, and matching shirt and trousers , use this kind of material with dark lines."

"Oh, that's not cheap!" Madam Malkin finally looked like a shopkeeper, she picked up the fabric Harry had chosen and said with emotion, "Not many people pay attention to clothes at this time, everyone wears them casually, like Such a good fabric was very popular in the past, but now, people are more willing to choose those cheap chinos.”

Harry didn't want to ignore her, paid her directly, and asked Hermione and Ron, "Have you chosen your clothes yet?"

"Not yet, we got into an argument with Malfoy as soon as we walked in..." Ron said.

Harry could guess what had just happened, and when a Malfoy and a Weasley came together, there would be no peace.

Madam Malkin hurriedly threw the ruler at Ron, so that he would have something to do and stop thinking about who he was arguing with.