Homecoming from Hogwarts

If Malfoy had bought the necklace that old Borgin was trying so hard to sell, then Harry might not have been so confused.

But he wanted Borgin to sell him a lock-picking tool?

What does Malfoy want to do?
At this moment, Harry's brain started to work wildly.

Instinctively, he thought of the door that occasionally appeared in his dreams this summer!

Ever since he saw Voldemort and the Muggle janitor that Cliona killed last summer, and the subsequent glimpses of Voldemort.

Harry was absolutely certain that what he saw was real.

Behind that door that was located somewhere unknown, there was obviously something that Voldemort was extremely concerned about.

But it was inconvenient for Voldemort to go there in person, so he sent orders to Malfoy?
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, the more he thought about it, the more possible it became!
"You need a tool that can break powerful protective magic."

It is not difficult to guess from old Bogin's embarrassed expression that he obviously does not have such a treasure in his hand, but as a businessman, he certainly cannot say such dishonorable words directly.

"I have indeed seen such alchemical instruments—"

The two eyeballs in old Borgin's shriveled eye sockets were spinning rapidly, just like Moody's magic eye.

"have you seen?"

Malfoy was so worried that he cried out in surprise.

"You have it here. Show it to me. I will buy it no matter how much it costs!"

Old Bo Jin suddenly felt relieved. He tried hard to straighten his hunchback, and his flattering smile became calm.

"Of course I have, Master Malfoy. I have some personal channels. Some masters who are well-known in the industry. Oh, but I don't have any goods at the moment."

"Are you teasing me, Borgin?"

Draco's face immediately darkened, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes.

"Oh, how dare I tease you, dear Master Malfoy!"

Old Borgin cried out his injustice,
"Since you have a need for this kind of item, you should know that each piece of this kind of equipment with special functions is very expensive. Generally speaking, if the customer does not specifically need it, I will not take the initiative to purchase it. It will take up too much of my funds!"

Harry watched old Borgin perform hard, and his heart was moved.

An alchemical tool that can break various defensive magics and open door locks.
He seems to have one here——
"If what you say is true—"

Draco stared at old Borgin suspiciously.
"If I need a custom piece, how long will it take?"

"One month!"

Old Borgin, anticipating this question, blurted out the answer, but then he became embarrassed.

"But, as I just said, invitations to those masters are required. I'm afraid you have to pay a deposit. Otherwise, if the product is good but you don't need it, my shop may not be able to bear such a loss."

Borgin rubbed his hands together and smiled mellowly.

"one month"

This time did not seem to satisfy Malfoy, but after hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

"Okay, how much do you want for just one month?"

"The deposit is five hundred Galleons, and you will pay another one thousand Galleons upon delivery!"

Old Bo Jin's eyes sparkled as he spoke without hesitation.

Then, Harry witnessed the wealth of the Malfoy family.

Malfoy threw out a purse.
"Here is one thousand. If your things satisfy me, I will give you another thousand. But if you dare to cheat me——"

Malfoy took a step closer and looked grimly at old Borgin, whose smile had become unnatural.
"I will make you pay dearly."

Seeing old Borgin wiping the sweat from his forehead and patting his chest to make assurances, Harry knew it was time for him to leave.

He was trapped in the only path leading to the counter and the curtains, and he had to leave first, otherwise he would be in Malfoy's way.

boom--
A strange noise suddenly came from the dark shop, drawing Draco and old Borgin's attention to a large black cabinet placed diagonally in the middle of the aisle.

Malfoy narrowed his eyes, his gaze dim.

"Perhaps it was only a rat, Master Malfoy."

Old Borgin looked around for a few seconds and said.

"Remember your time promise, Borgin."

Malfoy said one last word and then walked towards the door. Malfoy's lack of urgency made Harry, who was grimacing with knee pain, breathe a sigh of relief. He waited at the curtain, with his back against a glass case with a withered hand, trying to curl up.

Malfoy just walked out of the tent without any doubt.

This time, Harry did not rush to follow like he did when he came in, but waited by the glass cabinet.

"Bah, stupid little bastard!"

Seeing that there were no more footsteps outside the door, old Bojin, who had been groveling for a long time, straightened his chest and spat on the ground.

"You can only pretend to be smart. You are far worse than your equally stingy father!"

Borgin snapped again, almost making Harry laugh out loud.

Then, old Borgin walked back to the counter. He couldn't wait to open the purse that Draco had thrown on the counter. He picked up a gold coin from it and admired it carefully in the dim light that came through the tent, like a gourmet seeing delicious food!

After a few minutes, Borkin, who had seen enough, threw the gold back into the purse. He stuffed the purse into his robe, crouched like a guilty thief, and walked into the private space behind the counter.

Harry knew this was a good time to leave.

He tiptoed to the curtain, gently lifted a corner of the curtain, and then nimbly crawled out.

The bright light and suddenly fresh air made Harry let out a comfortable exhale.

What would Ron and Hermione say about what had just happened?

Harry felt a surge of urgency in his heart, and he couldn't wait to share this with Ron and Hermione.

But just as he was about to take a step forward—
"Potter!"

The sudden call from behind made Harry's hair stand on end. Before he turned around, a sudden gust of evil wind blew past his ears. Then, a layer of veil in front of his eyes was lifted, and his vision suddenly became clear!
Harry subconsciously wanted to shake out the wand from his sleeve, but the man behind him was prepared and pressed a wand against the back of his head, causing Harry's movements to suddenly become stiff.

"Turn around slowly, Potter—"

The warning voice behind me said,

"Don't even think about pulling out your wand unless you want to get into some serious trouble--"

Harry pursed his lips. After a few breaths, his pounding heart had regained its rhythm. He slowly turned around and looked at the frosty face.

"What can you do, Malfoy? We are not allowed to cast spells outside the school. If you dare to do it, you will be judged. Oh, gold is not so useful to the Ministry of Magic controlled by Minister Bones--"

Harry's threats had no effect. Draco still pointed his wand at his nose, expressionless.
"Must you mind your own business, Potter?"

Draco stared into those green eyes and spoke in a gloomy tone.

"Normally not--"

Harry's tone was unyielding.

"Unless there's some dastardly, illegal conspiracy!"

"So to say--"

Draco narrowed his eyes. He was not as timid and guilty as Harry thought after his conspiracy was discovered. Instead, his eyes were uncertain.
"You heard it all, didn't you? How much did you hear?"

Harry was about to answer, but suddenly he realized something was wrong and looked suspicious.

"When did you discover me, Malfoy?"

Hum hum——
Malfoy smiled coldly, and raised the invisibility cloak belonging to Harry in his hand.

"You think you can hide from my eyes with this, it's ridiculous, Potter, I see you have learned nothing from Professor Blaine!"

Looking at Potter who was still a little confused, Draco was slightly proud.

"Didn't you notice that this kind of ground will leave footprints!"

Harry's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he wanted to slap himself twice.

He did make a mistake he shouldn't have made.

The ground of Diagon Alley is now rammed earth, not cobblestones.

"I see, you haven't learned much from Professor Blaine, Malfoy -"

Although a little embarrassed, Harry still kept a straight face.
"When did he ever allow us to threaten others with the skills he taught us? And—"

Harry's eyes flickered.

"Professor Blaine probably didn't teach us to do petty theft. What do you want to do with the alchemical tools you use to pick locks, Malfoy? With the wealth of the Malfoy family, I'm afraid there's no need for you to be a thief, right?" (End of this chapter)