Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

There is still a week left before school starts, 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, it always gets a bit boring 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."

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

"Great." Ron said happily, "I thought I was going to take the subway again...isn't that thing called the subway?"

"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."

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.

"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.

"He now enjoys level one security, and there will be others to protect us when we get to the Leaky Cauldron."

Harry didn't say anything. 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.

"We're here." After a while, the car slowed down into Charing Cross Street and stopped outside the Leaky Cauldron.

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

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

"Great, he's already here." Mr. Weasley waved happily as soon as he entered the door.

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

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

"Don't you want me to protect you?" Hagrid walked over, knocking several tables along the way.

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

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

Kyle could guarantee that he had definitely heard an overwhelming creaking sound just now. If Hagrid had used a little more force, the Bone Spirit given by Sirius would have come in handy.

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

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

"It's just over." Hagrid said, "Dumbledore thinks there is no need for us to look at those anymore..." Hagrid glanced at the others around him and lowered his voice: "Well, you know what I'm talking about."

"That's pretty good," Kyle said.

"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.”

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

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

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

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

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.

"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 much.

"First, Madam Malkin's Robe Shop."

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

"Molly, there are too many of us. 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.

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

"Okay, Dad."

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

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

"Oh well."

There are many people like Mrs. Weasley in Diagon Alley, and everyone is in a hurry.

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

"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.

Then right 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.

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

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

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

"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.

For some reason, 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 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."

Here comes something even stranger...

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

As if 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 seemed that creating a conflict here and taking the opportunity to kill him was also a good choice. Although she might be arrested by the Auror, Draco would 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 show, 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.

And there are only two people here who have anything to do with 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 immediately grasped the wand in his sleeve, and at the same time quietly opened the lock of the box with his other hand.

Since the last time he was attacked by three Death Eaters, Kyle had not put away his suitcase and carried it with him wherever he went.

…

"Oh, don't be like this, 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.

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... …There are better ones in Tuofan clothing store.”

Malfoy followed him wordlessly, wanting nothing more than to get out of here as quickly as possible.

"It's really annoying." Madam Malkin also heard these words, but she could only pretend to be indifferent and forced a smile at Sirius. "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. You can't help but want to beat them up." Ron and Harry also cursed and walked into the store.

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

If he hadn't noticed something was wrong by now, he might as well change his name to Ron.

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

He wasn't 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, and 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 reality.

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

The place was wrong, there were too many people in Diagon Alley, and it was broad daylight... Kyle didn'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 dared to do this, Kyle wouldn't mind introducing her to his 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.

"Yeah, now everyone comes to Diagon Alley to buy things." 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 unconcernedly, "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 store," Ron said. "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, "This place is not as dangerous as you think."

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

Several 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 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 move forward.

"This is No. 92...it's just a little bit 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 You-Know-Who?

You should care.

Constipation!

…

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 they all needed to complete.

"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. The constipation kernels are still on special price, only one knut."

"Are you...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 squealed, instantly attracting a lot of looks.

"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.

The place was larger than expected, and the shelves were filled with a wide variety of products, and each one was very interesting. Harry looked over and quickly forgot the embarrassment he had 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?"

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

Dobby dutifully introduced the products in the store, and Harry couldn't see enough. He liked everything here.

"Dobby..." He stopped at the Defense Against the Dark Arts product area, interrupting 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 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 can't tell."

Almost out of reflex, Harry quickly turned 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 second year, the house elf had done this often.

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, 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 dense white mist. It looked like a miniature prophecy ball.

"The smoke ball can quickly generate a cloud of fog, Shixico." Dobby said.

"I want it." Harry immediately took out his wallet.

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

But 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 bad at all."

"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!"