HP: Let professors walk towards the light

Now, Harry is in big trouble!

Today he was supposed to go shopping in Diagon Alley with the Weasleys. Sirius was there too, but he didn't know how to use Floo powder!

He was lost now. He was scratched when he came out of the chimney, his glasses were broken, and he was covered in coal dust. He seemed to be in a shop, but it was full of dust, withered human hands, various human bones, motionless eyeballs, blood-stained playing cards... There were strange and terrifying things everywhere. He was sure that this was definitely not Diagon Alley!

Just as he was about to walk out, he saw two people walking into the store he was in - Malfoy! Following behind him was undoubtedly his father, with the same pale face and platinum hair.

Harry could only hide in a large cupboard. He left a gap to observe the situation outside, and left as soon as the people left.

"You've mentioned Potter at least a hundred times." The elder Malfoy glared at Draco. His son had been talking about Harry and brooms since he entered the door.

"I still have to remind you, even if you don't like Harry Potter, at least you have to pretend that you don't hate him, otherwise it would be too unwise. After all, he made the devil disappear, and this incident made many of us regard him as a little hero. You should learn from Hermalene how to behave. - Oh, Mr. Borgin."

A hunched-backed man appeared in front of the counter. "Mr. Malfoy, I am very honored to have you visit our store again. I am so happy - little Mr. Malfoy is here too, he is so charming. How can we help you? You have to take a look at this, it is a new arrival, the price is negotiable..."

"Mr. Borgin, I'm here to sell something today." Lucius interrupted his enthusiastic sales pitch.

"Selling things?" The smile on Bogin's face gradually disappeared.

"You've also heard that the Ministry of Magic has been conducting surprise inspections recently." He took out a roll of parchment, "There are some inconvenient items in the house. Although these things are not important, it is not good to be found out..."

Borgin put on his glasses. "They won't give you any trouble, will they?"

Lucius raised the corner of his mouth. "I haven't checked the family yet. Malfoy still has some prestige. The Ministry of Magic has become more and more nosy recently. It's just like what that girl said. It is said that a new Muggle protection law will be introduced. It must be related to that Muggle fan Weasley——"

Hearing this, Harry suddenly felt his blood boiling. He opened the gap a little wider and heard the elder Malfoy scolding Draco for not being better than Hermione in the test. It was really refreshing to see Draco's embarrassed look.

"Serves you right!" he cursed inwardly with pride.

While Malfoy was bargaining with Borgin, Draco was wandering around, and then he came towards the cupboard where Harry was hiding... He reached out and grabbed the handle...

"It's a deal, Draco, come here." Lucius shouted at the counter, and Draco turned and left.

Harry in the cupboard wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was too dangerous...

The Malfoys left the store, and Mr. Borgin's attitude of flattery suddenly changed 180 degrees: "Old Malfoy, you really made a lot of money. You should have at least half of the goods hidden at home..."

He turned around and was about to enter the inner room when the bell at the door rang again. "There are quite a few people here today..." he muttered.

Harry was just about to open the door and leave after Borgin left, but someone else came in. "How can such a horrible store have such good business?" he thought to himself.

"Aren't I welcome, Mr. Borgin?" A female wizard wearing a black hood walked in. She was almost as tall as Draco and seemed to deliberately lower her voice.

"Oh, it's you. Of course you're welcome. What would you like to order this time?" Bogin put on that ingratiating smile again.

"Soul Stabilizer."

Borgin pushed up his glasses. "How did you know I had this? What do you want it for?"

"Where there is demand, there is demand. Why, you don't want to sell it?"

"I sell everything in my shop, but this is the only thing I have in the whole of Knockturn Alley—" Borgin knocked on the counter.

"If there is no demand, there is no price. Even if there is only one copy and no one buys it, it will just gather dust."

"It's up to me whether to sell it or not." Borgin held out his hand and made the sign of five. "Fifty thousand."

"Mr. Borgin, please don't be so greedy. We still need to cooperate with you in the future." The witch held up a finger.

"So what?" Borgin insisted.

"You can only get 5,000 Galleons for that." The witch did not give in at all. "The longer it is stored, the lower the quality. You must know this. If you sell it later, you won't even get back the purchase price. You sell 5,000 for 50,000. You really know how to do business."

"The purchase price of five thousand is already the most expensive item in my store. I can choose to spread the news. There will be many people who want it. I can even give it to the highest bidder, right?" Bogin raised his eyebrows.

"Ha, do you think it's a felicity potion? The one who offers the highest price wins?" The witch sneered, "Ten thousand is already the highest price I can offer. I don't mind waiting with you until it loses its effect and buying it back with fifty. Who says I must take it now?"

Borgin rolled his eyes. "Ten thousand is ten thousand. Look how hurtful you are--"

"It's too late. Now I'm only willing to pay eight thousand."

"Oh, you can't do that."

"Isn't three thousand enough for you to earn?"

"A little higher—"

"That won't do. Six thousand."

"Hey!"

"Today I seem to have only brought——"

"Six thousand, you're really good at bargaining." Bogin turned around reluctantly, took out a shabby wooden box from a corner, turned around and handed it out.

"You've earned a lot. I don't mind your high asking price. Just be content." She took the box, waved her wand, and a full bag appeared on the counter.

Borgin held out his hand and prepared to open the bag.

"It's exactly six thousand. If you trust me, you won't have to count."

"You really are..." Borgin took the bag and said, "Let's go. I won't see you off." He turned and walked inside.

The witch glanced into the store and left.

"Huh—" Harry let out a long breath and finally left. He hurried out and left this gloomy shop.

When he walked out of the door, he found that this place was completely different from Diagon Alley, with narrow corridors, strange shops, and ragged wizards pointing at him on the road. He followed the alley and left his original place. He saw a wooden sign that read: Knockturn Alley.

That Bo Jin just mentioned this name, but he had never heard of it!

He was stunned on the spot, and suddenly someone spoke behind him: "Ah - dear little friend, are you lost?"

Harry was startled and turned around to see a witch holding a tray full of human nails!

"I--I'm fine, thanks, I just--" Harry stepped back.

A few wizards on the roadside noticed this side and they also walked towards this side.

"Oh - do you want to snatch people from my ghost witch?" The witch glanced at the wizards who came over.

"How could that be? I'm just joining in the fun, old hag." A wizard laughed evilly, "Perhaps you can give me his head, then we can talk about the thing you want."

Harry was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He was now praying madly that Sirius could find him, or anyone from Weasley would do!

Come save my head!!