'Mother, if you don't know what that smell is, I can tell you that a mudblood has just come in. '
'There's no need to talk like that! '
Said Mrs Morkin, hurrying out from behind the clothes rack, tape measure and a wand in her hands. 'Besides, I don't want my wand drawn in my shop!'
She added, glancing at the door and seeing that both Harry and Ron had drawn their wands and were pointing them at Mr Malfoy.
Hermione, standing a little behind them, whispered, 'Don't, don't do that, really, it's not worth it …'
'Yes, as if you dared to do magic outside the school, 'said Mr Malfoy sarcastically.
Malfoy sneered. "Who gave you a black eye, Granger? I'm going to give those people flowers. '
'That's enough! 'snapped Mrs Morkin, twisting her head for support.'My Lady?'
Narcissa Malfoy stepped slowly out from behind the clothes rack.
'Put those away, 'she said coldly to Harry and Ron.' If you lay a hand on my son again, I'll make sure you never move again. '
'Yes? '
Said Harry, taking a step forward and staring into the smooth, haughty face which, despite its fair complexion, bore some resemblance to his sister's. Now Harry was as tall as she was.
'Looking for some Death Eaters to kill us off, are you? '
Shrieked Mrs Morkin, clutching at her breast.
'Really, you shouldn't accuse me — it's a dangerous thing to say — but please put your wand away! '
But Harry did not lower his wand.
An ugly smile appeared on Narcissa's face.
'I can see that you think you're safe now that you're Dumbledore's favourite pupil, Harry Potter.
But Dumbledore won't always be around to protect you. '
Harry pretended to look around the shop.
'Whoa … you see … he's not here now! Why don't you give it a try? Maybe they'll find you a double cell in Azkaban with your failed husband! '
Mr Malfoy advanced angrily on Harry, but tripped over his overlong robe.
Ron laughed loudly.
'How dare you speak to my mother like that, Potter! '
"It's all right, Draco." Narcissa put her pale, slender fingers on his shoulder and stopped him. "I think Potter will be reunited with my dear Sirius before I can reunite with Lucius."
Harry raised his wand higher.
'Harry, don't! '
Whispered Hermione, seizing his arm and pressing it down. 'Think about it … you mustn't … you'll be in great trouble …'
Mrs Morkin shuddered for a moment, then seemed to pretend that nothing had happened and hope that nothing would happen.
She bent down to Mr Malfoy, who was still glaring at Harry.
'I think the left sleeve will go up a little more, my dear, and let me -- '
'Ouch! '
Cried Malfoy, and slapped her hand away. `Look carefully where you stick the needle, you stupid woman! Mom, I don't want this dress anymore. "
He tore the robe off his head and flung it at Mrs Morkin's feet.
'You're right, Draco, 'said Narcissa, glancing scornfully at Hermione.' Now I know what sort of scum buys clothes here … we can get better clothes at the Outfitters'. '
With that they strode out of the shop, Mr Malfoy deliberately bumping into Ron before they left.
'Oh, what a shame! '
Mrs Morkin said, snatching up the robe that had been thrown on the floor and sweeping it with the tip of her wand, the dust was sucked away like a vacuum cleaner.
She had been absent-minded as she cut new robes for Ron and Harry, and had to sell the wizard's robes to Hermione. At last, as she bowed them out of the shop, she seemed grateful that they were gone at last.
'Have you got everything? 'asked Hagrid cheerfully when he saw them emerge.
'More or less, 'said Harry.' Have you seen Mr Malfoy and his mother? '
'Yes, 'said Hagrid. "But in Diagon Alley, they won't dare to act rashly. Harry, don't worry about them."
Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged glances, and before they could dispel Hagrid's erroneous ideas, the Weasleys and Ginny appeared, each with a large bundle of books in her arms.
'Is everyone all right? 'said Mrs Weasley.' Got the robes? Well, we're on our way to Fred and George's, and we'll stop at the chemist's and the Owl's — come on, keep close … '
Harry and Ron knew that they were not going to Potions, so they did not buy anything at the chemist's, but they did buy two large boxes of owl nuts for Hedwig and Piggy at the Owl's.
Then they walked on down the street, looking for Fred and George's joke shop, Weasley's Magic Trick Shop. Mrs Weasley looked at her watch every minute.
'We really can't stay long, 'said Mrs Weasley.
'We're just taking our time to look around the shop, and then we'll get back to the car. Keep close, everyone. This is number ninety-two … ninety-four … '
'Wow! 'exclaimed Ron, stopping dead in his tracks.
The shop fronts in the surrounding area were dark and gloomy, buried by the announcements, while Fred and George's shop windows attracted people's attention like a fireworks display.
Ordinary passers-by could not help turning to look at the window, and a few people were so shocked that they stopped in their tracks and looked fascinated.
The window on the left was filled with all kinds of twirling, twitching, flashing, jumping and screaming merchandise. As Harry looked at them, tears welled up in his eyes.
The window on the right was covered with a huge poster, purple like the Ministry of Magic notices, but printed in large yellow letters: Constipation!
Why are you worried about Mystic? Constipation!
You should be!
Constipation!
The feeling of constipation torments the countrymen!
Harry laughed.
He heard a feeble groan at his side, and turning round, he saw Mrs. Weasley staring at the poster in astonishment.
Her lips moved silently as she muttered the words: Constipation.
'They're going to be murdered in their beds! '
"No way!" Ron said, laughing out loud as Harry did. "This is simply wonderful!"
He and Harry led the way into the shop.
It was so full of customers that Harry could barely squeeze to the front of the shelves.
He looked around and saw cardboard boxes stacked up to the ceiling: the quick-acting truant candy the twins had developed in their last year at Hogwarts.
Harry noticed that the most popular was the Nosebleed Nougat, of which there was only one flattened box left on the shelf.
There were also boxes of trickster wands, the cheapest of which could be turned into rubber chickens or trousers with a flick of the wrist, and the most expensive of which, if the user was not prepared, would be beaten around the neck and head.
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