Bookstore Turmoil

Augustus stood not far from Lishen Bookstore, looking at Harry and Lockhart, who was surrounded by fans of books.

"What a beautiful smile, Harry." Lockhart himself showed his bright teeth. "The two of us can go to the first edition."

Harry's fingers were numb when he finally let go of Harry's hand. He tried to slip back to the Weasleys, but Lockhart still had one arm over his shoulder, holding him firmly beside him.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said Lockhart loudly, waving to silence, "what an extraordinary moment! I'm taking this wonderful occasion to announce a little thing that I've been holding on to for a while. never said."

"When young Harry walked into the Lihen Bookstore today, he just wanted to buy my autobiography--I would like to give this book to him for free on the spot-" There was another round of applause, "--but he doesn't know what happened," Luo Hart went on, shaking Harry so that his glasses slipped to the tip of his nose, "He will soon get something more valuable than my own he and his classmates will get a real, Magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure and pride that I announce that this September, I will be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Augustus was shocked by the news. A person with such a low level of magic was going to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts? What did Dumbledore think about? Could it be that the teacher Ren Ke in this subject really can't find anyone?

"Hey, Mr. Augustus, I didn't expect to meet you here." A voice came from behind Augustus. Augustus turned his body, and Malfoy with his father Lucius was walking towards Augustus's house come.

"Lucius, are you here to bring your son to buy books?" Clovis smiled.

"Yes, you know, I have to buy so many books about Lockhart this semester. I wonder if Dumbledore is so confused that he would want this show-off Gerrold to serve as their defense against the dark arts. Art teacher. In my opinion, this person has no ability at all except for show." Lucius complained to Clovis with an unnaturally worn book.

"Who knows, Dumbledore must have a deep meaning for what he did. Maybe we didn't understand it." Clovis was not interested in Lockhart and waved his hand.

"Look, who is this, the famous Harry Potter, you must like this, Potter?" Malfoy suddenly seemed to have discovered some new world, with the usual mocking smile on his face. "The famous Harry Potter," Malfoy said, "couldn't even make it into the bookstore without being front-page news."

"Don't talk nonsense, he doesn't want that!" Ginny said. It was the first time she had spoken out in front of Harry, glaring at Malfoy.

"Potter, you've got a girlfriend!" Malfoy said in a long tone. Ginny flushed, and Ron and Hermione squeezed, each holding a stack of Lockhart books.

"Oh, it's you," Ron looked at Malfoy as if he saw something disgusting on the sole of his shoe, "you must be surprised to see Harry here, eh?"

"I'm even more surprised to see you in the store, Weasley." Malfoy retorted. "I guess your parents are going to be hungry next month to buy those things."

Ron blushed, threw the book into the cauldron, and was about to charge toward Malfoy. Harry and Hermione gripped his clothes tightly from behind.

"Ron!" Mr. Weasley squeezed in with Fred and George. "What are you doing? People here are crazy, let's get out." "Ah, Arthur Weasley."

It's Mr. Malfoy. He put a hand on Draco's shoulder, with the same sneer as his son's. "Lucius," said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly.

"I heard that dude is very busy with business," said Mr. Malfoy. "So many raids. . . I think they pay you for overtime?" In the middle of Lockhart's book is a tattered "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration".

Clovis looked at Lucius and Arthur and didn't know what to say. The two were like old enemies. As long as they met, nothing good would happen.

"It doesn't appear to be. My God, what's the point of being a wizard's scum if you can't even get a good reward?" Mr. Weasley flushed redder than Ron and Ginny.

"We have very different ideas about what a wizarding scum is, Malfoy," he said. "Of course," said Mr. Malfoy. His light-colored eyes rolled, and his eyes fell on the Grangers, who were watching them nervously. "Look at the friends you've made, Weasley... I thought your family had fallen to the limit."

With a bang, Ginny's cauldron flew out. Mr. Weasley pounced on Mr. Malfoy, knocking him against a bookshelf, and dozens of thick spell books fell on their heads. Fred and George shouted, "Beat him, Daddy!" Mrs. Weasley screamed, "Don't do this, Arthur, don't do this!" The crowd backed away in panic, knocking over more bookshelves. "Well, gentlemen, well—well, well," shouted the clerk. Then a loud voice overwhelmed all the voices: "Leave, gentlemen, disperse—"

Augustus looked at the two big men torn together, and shook his head helplessly, doing such a thing under the eyes of everyone on the street was like two ignorant children, Augustus took out his wand, Pointing to the middle of the two, an invisible wall instantly separated the two, and then the wand turned, and the two retreated as if being pulled by an invisible hand.

"Here. The little girl -- hold your book -- it's the best thing your dad can give you --" Lucius threw the book to Ginny with anger, beckoning Draco, Out of the store.

Augustus glanced at the book inadvertently, and there was a dignified look in his eyes. There seemed to be some problems with the book, and it was not an ordinary book. There seemed to be a powerful magical power attached to the book, and it was related to black magic.

The Grangers were trembling with fear, and Mrs. Weasley was furious. "Good heads for the kids. Fighting in public. What would Gilderoy Lockhart think.." "He's so happy," Fred said, "Did you not hear when we came out? He asked Could the guy get the fight into the story -- he said it would be a sensation."

The books had been bought, and Augustus went on to buy all the magic supplies for this semester, and then walked towards the intersection of Diagon Alley in the sunset, took the huge carriage that had been parked there for a long time, and flew to the manor in the yellow sunlight.