said Mrs. Weasley, surprised to see Harry carrying his suitcase downstairs."Harry, dear, we're just going shopping today, what are you packing for?”
Harry smiled shyly."Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Weasley, I like it very much. "I'm going to spend the rest of the holidays at the Leaky Cauldron, though-" he said quickly, stopping the others from speaking."I want to read more at Flourish and Blotts. I've planned it since last year. I know the owner of the Leaky Cauldron very well, he's already saved a room for me-Ron, I've left the Nimbus Two Thousand by your bed. Take it to Hogwarts for me when school starts."”
Ron said reluctantly,"All right then.”
Mrs. Weasley frowned anxiously."Harry, you're still young-"
"I was there last summer, it's all right.”Harry comforted her.
Mr. Weasley said,"Well, Molly, it's good that Harry likes reading, we should get going. George, bring it over."
George handed half a box of silver powder to Harry, who took it, looking confused.”
Ron slapped his forehead."Right, you've never used Floo powder, have you? It was actually very simple. He just needed to sprinkle it on the fire, step into the fireplace, and recite the place he wanted to go.”
George reached out and took out a handful of shiny powder and scattered it into the fireplace. The fire in the fireplace turned emerald and rose higher and higher. He stepped into the fire, shouted "Leaky Cauldron" and disappeared.
Was it spatial magic? It was a little like a Dimensional Door…
Harry stood in front of the fireplace and studied it for a moment, then left the Burrow with his luggage and Floo Powder.
He endured the constant rolling and falling. The sound of the wind blowing past his ears was deafening. He narrowed his eyes slightly and could see the images of a series of fireplaces and houses. Suddenly he felt himself falling out of the air. Harry rolled over sharply and landed firmly on the cold stone wall, his suitcase crashing to the side.
Harry stepped out of the fireplace, coughing, dragging his soot-stained suitcase, swearing to himself, Before I can teleport, I must learn Disapparate!
He glared at Old Tom, who was laughing with his head lowered, and said gloomily,""If you want to laugh, then laugh.”
Tom put down the wine glass he was wiping, took out his wand, and used Clean Up on him. Then, he said with a smile,"This is the first time you use Floo Powder.”
Harry rolled his eyes.
After withdrawing their money from Gringotts, they arrived at Flourish and Blotts, where they were surprised to find a large crowd of people trying to get in. The banner on the glass window in front of the door read: Gilderoy? Lockhart will be selling his autobiography, Amazing Me, today.
said Mrs. Weasley, her face lighting up.
"Good heavens, we're going to see Mr. Lockhart in person today!”
Harry cast a sidelong glance at the man on the poster, who was winking happily and smiling charmingly, and squeezed into the crowd.
The crowd at the door was mostly witches of Mrs. Weasley's age, and an embarrassed wizard stood there and said,"Quiet, ladies... no huddling... careful not to dirty your books, now..."
Gilderoy? Lockhart, dressed in a blue wizard's robe, was signing autographs for fans lining up. A short man was taking pictures with a black camera. After every flash, the camera would spray purple smoke.
Harry glanced at him and saw that he was actually as powerful as Ron, and secretly despised him. Dumbledore's mind was muddled. Last year he had hired Quirrell to beat him at his own game. Why did he hire this big star this year? Had the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts been so deeply ingrained that no one dared to apply?
He bent over and pulled Ron through the crowd. When they finally reached a corner of the bookstore, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
"This is crazy." Ron wiped the sweat from his forehead."My mum really admired that guy.”
Harry said,"Our new professor might be a fan of his-look, the list's full of that guy's books.”
Ron said helplessly,"Yeah, we'll have to buy new books, that's a lot of money.”
They picked out the books on the list from the shelves and went to the counter.
Mr. Weasley was at the counter, glaring at a silver-haired wizard.
"... not even enough money, that's an insult to wizards..."
Mr. Weasley was clearly very angry. He lunged at the man and pushed him onto a bookshelf, where dozens of thick books crashed down on their heads. Mrs. Weasley was shrieking to stop them, but Fred and George were adding fuel to the fire.
"Beat him up, Dad!"
"Good luck!"
……
By the time Harry and Ron had squeezed their way through the crowd to reach them, Hagrid had stopped the scuffle.
Lucius? Malfoy, who was holding Ginny's old Transfiguration book, threw it back at her, his eyes glinting maliciously.
"Take it, little girl-hold it steady-it's the most expensive thing your father could buy you-"
He pushed Hagrid away and stormed out of the shop with Malfoy.
"You shouldn't have bothered with him, Arthur," said Hagrid, straightening Weasley's robes."They're born bad.”
Harry put the books on the counter, paid the bill, stuffed them into his backpack, and turned to the red-eyed girl with a gentle expression."I'll help you get it."
Ginny gave him a frightened look, and Harry met her gaze gently, until she lowered her head and handed him the cauldron, her face flushed.
When no one was paying attention, a black book quietly disappeared.
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The bright moonlight shone through the window and onto the bed. A slender and fair hand was holding a diary that seemed to be from a certain age under the moonlight and carefully examining it.
This was Voldemort's other Horcrux? If he didn't feel the evil energy stirring in his hand, he wouldn't have noticed it. The black jade seemed to have sensed Voldemort's aura, but not his Horcruxes. Fortunately, he already knew the approximate whereabouts of the Horcruxes and did not need it to sense them.
Mr. Malfoy wasn't that loyal to Voldemort, or else why would he let something that his master had entrusted to him slip out? Although he had the intention of framing the Weasleys, the biggest reason was to get rid of that person's shadow, right?
Tsk tsk, what a brainless fellow. When that guy comes back, let's see how he'll explain himself.
Oh, right, now that he was here, that guy might not be able to come back.
Harry played with the diary in his hand and smiled suddenly.
This thing was quite good to use as a test subject. He couldn't really open the secret chamber, right? If anyone died, it would be his fault. However, it would be interesting if he could create some chaos. The Slytherins had never liked him. It would be nice if he could give them some trouble. And Snape, if he hadn't revealed the prophecy to Voldemort, his parents wouldn't have died so tragically. How could he let him go so easily? Filch, that old fellow, always grumpy, could also be dealt with. That Ginny, always looking at him shyly, was so annoying, why not...
Harry jumped up from his bed and threw what he was holding into a corner.
Casually setting up a formation to isolate the aura in the room, he stared at the unremarkable diary with an unprecedented gloominess and coldness in his eyes.
Very good, very good, he thought through gritted teeth.
'Jun Lanxi-It's only been a year or so of a comfortable life, and your alertness has already weakened to this extent. You actually let this kind of thing affect your mood.'
Dumbledore was right, Voldemort was very good at creating conflict and hostility, and he had almost been bewitched. A self-cultivator's mind was firm, but it didn't directly instill any strange thoughts into him. Instead, it lured out the little dissatisfaction in his heart and then magnified it infinitely. He's a fool, he really dared to stare blankly at the Dark Lord's Horcrux?!
(Lan Xi, what's wrong?)
(It's all right, I've decided to destroy the Horcrux.）
(Didn't you say that this was Voldemort's first Horcrux, the most powerful, and that he was going to test it?）
(Humph, who asked it to not know what's good for it? It actually wanted to control me.）
(You accidentally fell for it and want to vent your anger on it? I understand.)
(No, go do your work!)
Harry cut off the connection gloomily.），Lan Ying finally had the emotions that a normal person should have, but he was even harder to bully.
Harry sucked the diary in front of him, his eyes flashing with cold killing intent.
He snapped his fingers, and a small ball of white flame fell on the diary. It let out a shrill scream, and a black smoke twisted and turned into a struggling human figure. After a while, it disappeared completely.
Dismantling the spell in the room, Harry lay back on his bed.
Although this year would be boring, it was good that nothing happened, right?
Sigh, a peaceful school life was worth looking forward to.
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