Chapter 28 Magic Items
Avro and Draco went shopping at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore and bought all the books.
There were only a lot more people on the first floor, and they were so crowded.
"I haven't seen you recently?" Avro chatted with him.
"In June... wasn't there something like the mysterious man? The Ministry of Magic was very nervous, and included people who were suspected in the past into the search scope, and severely cracked down on some dark magic items. My dad just took me to sell them. ... He was a little anxious."
Draco lowered his voice and didn't hide anything from her.
Avro nodded understandingly, the Greengrass family never kept these things...at least on the surface.
In the eyes of the Ministry of Magic, they are a moderate pure-blood family, so naturally they are not a target of public criticism.
"What are they doing?" Avro asked. She saw an outstanding-looking male wizard walking in, holding the moon in his arms.
He was dressed in flashy clothes, an aesthetic that Avro was not interested in, but she had to admit that this man was handsome and pleasing to the eye.
"He's been very popular recently. I forgot his name." Draco didn't want her to stare at that person, with a depressed look on his face, "He won some shitty smile award."
"Oh... he looks pretty when he smiles." Avro nodded and looked at Draco.
Soon, they figured out what he was boasting about and learned his name, Gilderoy Lockhart.
Lockhart was smiling broadly, even though he looked silly.
"Oh! Harry Potter—Potter, you're here to see me too, right? Don't be shy, come on, let's take a photo together!"
Harry really couldn't understand how he was still recognized even after he was reduced to coal. He stood there helplessly, feeling stupid.
Draco ran down quickly, and Aphra had no choice but to follow him down.
Harry caught a glimpse of Aphra, who had not been seen for the entire summer vacation. She stood there slim and beautiful, and she was even more eye-catching than she was two months ago.
Avro didn't go to see him. You know, Avro wrote several letters to him during the summer vacation and even sent him birthday gifts, but all of them fell into the dust and there was no news.
What a stinky man. It was obvious that he took the initiative to ask for contact information, but he ignored her and deliberately ignored her.
"Hmph." Avro snorted and said to Draco, "Then I'll leave first. My two sisters are waiting."
"Okay, see you soon at Hogwarts." Draco nodded, he still had to wait for his father here.
He stared at Harry again, no, he had to make some trouble, or at least make fun of him.
Harry watched Aphra leave and ignored other things.
After finally being let go by Lockhart, Harry wanted to chase Aphra and explain his summer vacation to her, but Draco stopped him.
At the same time, Mr. Malfoy also walked into the bookstore.
……
Avro and her two sisters were sitting in the ice cream shop, eating ice cream slowly.
"Why did it take so long? Are there many people?" Daphne asked.
"Fortunately, I just happened to run into Draco and chatted for a while. Most of the people in the bookstore came to see Lockhart, and not many people bought books."
"Lockhart?" Daphne became interested, "He is so handsome, and he seems to have a very high level of magic. He seems to have written many books..."
"Have you seen it?" Avro asked.
"So much... I don't want to see it, but the important thing is that he is very charming~"
Avro nodded, "I haven't read any of his books, so I haven't discovered how charming he is... However, our Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook this year is all his books, so you can read enough."
"Ah?" Daphne was shocked, "Which one?"
"Every one." Avro smirked.
Astoria snickered, Daphne hated reading books the most, it was killing her. If you combine something a person likes most with something he hates the most, the end result will be that both of them hate each other.
I guess Daphne won't like Lockhart in the future.
After the three sisters finished eating the ice cream, they planned to go home. After all, all the shopping and shopping they wanted to do had been completed.
They passed the Malfoy family. Mr. Malfoy had messy hair and a bruised face. Mrs. Malfoy was scolding him, and Draco was holding back his laughter.
"How old are you? Do you still do such...disregarding things? Fight with Arthur Weasley in the Muggle way?" Mrs. Malfoy said angrily.
It was rare to see Mr. Malfoy look so guilty... He lowered his head lower and lower, obediently listening to Mrs. Malfoy's lessons.
Avro wasn't sure whether to go up to greet her, but Draco saw her and waved his hand quickly. Avro had no choice but to pull her two sisters away quickly, as it was better not to embarrass them.
……
After returning home, Daphne told her parents about the incident, and Aphra looked at her father.
The father thought for a moment and said, "Aphro, come here."
She followed her father upstairs, and his father asked, "Don't you think old Malfoy is abnormal?"
"Yes, father," Avro didn't think about it at this level. She had no choice but to think about it on the spot, and her brain was running rapidly. She continued, "He is not usually so impulsive and would just attack others casually."
"Yes."
Avro breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then why do you think it is?"
Avro looked a little tangled, "It's because..." He didn't prompt anything and asked her to say what? "He is a little annoyed because the Ministry of Magic has recently been strictly inspecting dark magic items?"
"Maybe... Arthur Weasley is responsible for searching for these things. They have had conflicts for a long time."
Father nodded, "We have the same thing at home."
"Ah?" Avro was surprised.
"But my father never told me how to use it, and I doubt he knew either." My father waved his wand.
Part of the bookcase moved to the left, exposing the wall. He clicked three more times, and light appeared on the wall, and then a small hole was exposed in front of Aphra.
"I don't understand how to use it either." My father was a little annoyed. "It's been passed down from our family. Maybe it was invented by an ancestor, but there's not a single word about it."
There was a wooden box in the small hole. My father took it out and waved the magic wand again, and everything was restored as before.
He sat in front of the desk and Aphra walked over.
"I guess I can't figure it out. I think I'll take it for you." He pushed the wooden box towards Aphra.
Avro took it cautiously, "But, father, why me? Why now?"