Borkin Bork felt that his luck wasn't too good this year.
First, it was Voldemort's men who came looking for him. Even though the child had been hiding, how would he dare to come here and threaten him without a backer?
But compared to Voldemort, this person in front of him was more terrifying.
Dumbledore's prestige had always spread throughout the entire magical world, and this person in front of him obviously wasn't an easy character to deal with. If something were to happen, he definitely wouldn't be in a good spot.
And from all aspects, this person's request wasn't too much. In fact, it was a little abnormal.
But whether it was to lure the snake out of its hole or to catch a turtle in a jar, these people had clearly made up their minds. Even if he didn't help, there would always be other ways.
Businessmen valued profits, especially for a businessman like him. He would be able to figure out the crux of the matter even if Jon didn't tell him. But now that Jon had revealed the inside story, there was no way he could pretend to be a fool.
Besides, there was no way he could play dumb. Living in the magical world, he wasn't like those Muggle who didn't know anything. If this was in the Muggle society, there would naturally be no need to hide, be it an oath or anything else. But in the magical world … Dumbledore's reputation wasn't a joke.
That was all fought with magical strength, and if he were to make an oath, then …
Perhaps because he was thinking too much, he kept silent for a long time, to the extent that Jon was a little impatient.
"My time is tight. If you have anything to say, or if you have any conditions, just say it quickly. But if you don't agree, it's not like we can't talk about it. We are very open-minded."
But if he really refused, he was 80% sure that he wouldn't be able to live past today.
"Of course, I will do my best for you, Sir. Don't worry, I can make an oath with you."
"There's no need for that, but I'll have someone watch over you. You just have to be careful. You know how my people do things. If they come back to me and say something, you know the consequences."
Jon didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. He saw that the shop owner was a sensible person, so he didn't have the guts to go against him.
The Wizard in England was not a challenge to play mind games.
He walked out of the shop, looked at the shabby alley in front of him, and shook his head.
The matter with Dumbledore had been settled. If there were no other unforeseen events, there should not be any problems. If he had not been busy with his own matters, Dumbledore would not have so many problems …
Speaking of which, Dumbledore had not been very steady recently.
But at this point, it was normal for Dumbledore to be busy with his own matters.
In any case, he and Grindvall were about to leave, and the matter was more or less settled. Dumbledore's mood was indeed more important.
However, when everything was settled, a place like Overturn Alley would still have to be cleaned up.
He walked out quickly and disappeared into thin air. He had to go back to school to deal with the Hogwarts defense. Otherwise, when the Vanishing Cabinet could not be connected, it would be easy for things to go wrong.
…
In the last few weeks of summer vacation, Harry spent a lot of time thinking about Malfoy's actions in Overturn Alley.
What disturbed him the most was the smug expression on Malfoy's face when he left the shop.
Anything that could make Malfoy so happy could not be good.
However, what really annoyed him was that Ron and Hermione did not seem to be as curious about Malfoy's actions as he was.
At least, they were tired of it after a few days and did not want to talk about it anymore.
"Yes, Harry, I already admit it's a little suspicious."
Hermione said a little impatiently.
She sat on the windowsill of Fred and George's room, her feet on a cardboard box, and reluctantly looked up from her new book, Advanced Magic Translation.
"But didn't we agree that there could be many explanations?"
"Perhaps, he broke his Hand of Glory (a type of light magic) …"
Ron muttered vaguely, trying to straighten the crooked branch on his broom.
"Remember Malfoy's withered hand?"
"But what did he mean when he said," Don't forget to keep that for me "?"
Harry had asked this question many times.
"It seems to me that Boggin had one of the broken things, and Malfoy wanted both."
"You think so?"
Said Ron, wiping the dust from his broom handle.
"Yes."
When neither Ron nor Hermione answered, Harry added, "Malfoy's father is in Azkaban.
Do you think Malfoy will want revenge? "
Ron looked up and blinked.
"Malfoy? Revenge? What could he possibly do? "
"I just thought so. I don't know!"
Said Harry dejectedly. "But he must have some sort of plan, and I think we should take it seriously.
His father is a Death Eater, and — "
Harry paused, staring at the window behind Hermione, his mouth wide open.
A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Harry?"
Hermione said in a worried tone, "What's the matter with you?"
"Is your scar hurting again?"
Asked Ron nervously.
"He's a Death Eater," said Harry slowly.
Harry said slowly. "He replaced his father and became a Death Eater!"
After a moment of silence, Ron burst out laughing.
"Malfoy?
He's only sixteen, Harry!
Do you think the Mystery Man would let Malfoy join? "
"It's really unlikely, Harry."
Hermione said patiently, "Why do you think so?"
"In Madam Morkin's shop, when Madam Morkin went to roll up his sleeve, she didn't even touch him, and he screamed and jerked his arm back.
It was his left arm. He was branded with the Dark Mark. "
Ron and Hermione looked at each other.
"Well …"
Ron's tone was full of disbelief.
"I think he just wanted to get out of there, Harry."
"He showed Boggin something we didn't see," Harry went on stubbornly. "It scared Boggin.
I know it must be the Dark Mark — he showed Boggin who he was dealing with. You saw how Boggin took him seriously! "
Ron and Hermione exchanged glances.
"I'm not sure, Harry …"
"Yes, I still think the Mystery Man won't let Malfoy join …"
Harry was annoyed, but firmly believed he was right.
He grabbed a pile of dirty Quidditch robes and left the room.
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