Harry Potter could still hear Mrs. Weasley's words ringing in his ears. "Close your eyes. There are many witchcraft mantels that we can choose as our final destination. But don't worry, as long as you tell us where you want to go, everything will be fine. Don't panic. Don't come out too early. Stay in the fireplace and only come out when you see Fred and George."
But he seemed to have spelled "Diagon Alley" wrong!
The spinning just now almost made him throw up. He had been staying at the Weasley Shack for the summer holidays. It was much warmer than his aunt's house. At least the Weasley family did not have a fat and stupid child like Dali. But before school started, when they went to Diagon Alley together, while sprinkling Floo Powder through the fireplace, he yelled for the wrong destination.
Through a rapidly spinning place full of green flames, he saw a blurry image of a fireplace and a house from the corner of his eye. But in his mind, he thought, "Stop!" He fell from mid-air onto the cold stone wall. His glasses flew out, and now his vision was a blur.
Through the mosaic, Harry managed to find his glasses. They were a little broken, but they were still usable. When Harry put the glasses on his ears and his vision became clear again, he found himself in a dark, wide fireplace that looked like a wizard's shop. But it was full of strange things, even if the things in a wizard's shop were strange enough.
However, the items here were more bizarre and dazzling than those in any other shop.
Beside him was a glass display case. Inside it was a sculpture of a red monster, or perhaps a specimen. But from the appearance of the monster, Harry sincerely prayed that it was not a specimen of a real creature. The monster had a goat's head, two long and sharp horns. Its red skin was bare and hairless, but it was covered with burn marks and scars. Its ears were like those of a fairy, but its whole body was like a very muscular human.
Looking at its muscles, Harry thought that this monster must be strong and violent.
There was an inconspicuous label under the glass case. Harry glanced at it and read, "Rogue Encampment — Specimen of a Fallen (Be careful, if you encounter a wizard, this monster may come back to life)."
When Harry read the last section of the label, he was shocked by the owner's bloody warning. He took a few steps back in shock and bumped his head into a pile of hard-covered books behind him. The books scattered all over the floor. Harry hurriedly got up and accidentally placed his hand on a hard-covered black magic book. Through the scattered pages, Harry saw a series of evil magic rituals that made him blush. He hurriedly threw the book back into the pile.
Only then did Harry notice how strange this place was. There were all kinds of masks on the wall staring at people with horrified expressions. There was a stone mask with fangs under its lips, a clown with blood-red eyes and a jaw that could open and close. Looking closely, there was a line of tags under it that read: "I want to play a game with you!"
There was a label under it that said, "I want to play a game with you!"
There was a mask that looked like a pig's nose, covering the lower half of the face, revealing only the mouth and nose with a fence. There was also a worn-out hockey mask with a small print under it that said, "Come to mommy, Jason, mommy loves you!"
There was a green wooden mask with only an upright iron ridge as the bridge of the nose. There was a label that said, "According to unreliable sources, this mask is the work of Loki, the God of Mischief. After I asked Loki, he denied it."
The weirdest thing was a gold-plated steel mask. The high-tech design made it stand out from the rest of the weird old masks.
Other than that, there was a wooden mask with a spiral pattern showing only one eye; a golden mask that looked like it was made of gold, full of majesty and dominance; a skull mask that was missing a quarter of the upper right corner; and of course, the most peculiar thing was a pair of black-rimmed glasses placed in the center of the mask. It was the most ordinary but the most extraordinary of all the masks.
Harry noticed the comment below and lightly described, "This is a pair of glasses that no one can recognize when you take it off. It's the best match for a high-waisted suit..."
"What a magical tool," Harry sighed as he rubbed his glasses.
I'd better get out of here as soon as possible. Harry thought to himself that his nose was still throbbing from hitting it against the fireplace. Ignoring that, he crept briskly towards the door. But when he was halfway there, he saw two figures on the other side of the glass door. One of them was the last person Harry wanted to see, Dracula Malfoy, especially now that he was lost, covered in soot, and wearing a pair of broken glasses.
Harry looked around and found a big black cupboard on his left. It was really a big cupboard, made of heavy wood. He took a big stride and opened the door of the cupboard. It was full of thick fur coats. The tall cupboard was like a small room. Harry rushed in and closed the door, leaving only a small gap, just enough to see what was going on in the shop outside.
In his panic, he didn't notice that there was also a small label on the top of the cupboard. It read, "Magic Cupboard Made of the Last Apple of Youth."
Harry paid no attention to what was hidden in the depths of the closet behind him. He listened. A few seconds later, the doorbell rang, and Malfoy and his father walked into the store. Harry's hair stood on end when he saw his old enemy. He didn't feel the cold air blowing on his neck. He was so engrossed in spying on Malfoy that he didn't even notice the cold air behind him.
Malfoy frowned at the unfamiliar furnishings as soon as he stepped into the shop. He hesitated for a moment to confirm that this was Boggin's Shop of Dark Magic. He then rang the bell at the counter.
Then he turned to his son and said, "Don't touch anything, Dracula."
Malfoy was admiring a glass jar filled with liquid. Floating in the jar were a bunch of bright red eyeballs. He heard Harry's words and said, "I thought you were going to buy me a present! Look! It's so beautiful! "
Old Malfoy looked back and saw the pair of bright red eyeballs full of life and resistance. He frowned and said, "Dracula, that's not a good thing … It carries a strong sense of misfortune, and will definitely bring misfortune to its owner." Looking at the pair of eyeballs that he was 100% sure had been dug out of some unlucky fellow's eye socket, Old Malfoy sneered, "And hasn't its owner already paid the price for it?"
"Does Mr. Malfoy like those eyeballs?" Chen Ang came out of the inner room. Of course, everyone saw that he was still Boggin's greasy appearance. Chen Ang said enthusiastically, "Those are the eyes of the Kuluta tribe. When they are agitated, their pupils turn bright red. If they die now, the red color will never fade."
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