Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 52: A cold beginning

　　Time is passing day by day, and those crises lurking in the dark will not be noticed yet.

　　The relaxing and free summer vacation is like a refreshing breeze, quietly smoothing out the critical events of the last semester without leaving too many waves.

　　Everything seems to be calm, but no one knows how many undercurrents are entangled in this calm.

　　 But anyway, Hogwarts is about to start school.

　　 On the eve of school, Diagon Alley has always been quite lively, because most students need to come here to buy things they need for the new semester.

　　 At this time, Lihen Bookstore is even more crowded and crowded. Of course it was all because of the star author of the magic world named "Gidro Lockhart".

　　 "We can meet him in person!" Hermione cried, "I mean, he wrote almost all the books on the book list!"

　　 Although most of the crowd are middle-aged women, it is clear that the charm of this Mr. Lockhart is also very useful in the circle of little girls.

　　 Harry, Ron, and Hermione got in through the cracks.

In the bookstore, there has been a long line, curving to the street outside the door. They each grabbed a book for signing and ran to the place where the Weasleys and Grangers lined up.

　　 Just outside the door of Lihen Bookstore, a large banner is hung. The line on it is not only bright and eye-catching, it even moves-Gilder Lockhart signed the autobiography "Magic I" 12:30-16:30 this afternoon.

　　 "Oh, you are here, great!" said Mrs. Weasley.

　　 She was breathing fast, and kept stroking her hair, trying to make them smoother. "We'll see him in a while..."

　　As the team moved forward, they finally saw the protagonist of Lihen Bookstore today.

　　 He was sitting behind the table, surrounded by photos of different sizes. The faces in the photos were all winking at the crowd, showing their dazzling white teeth.

　　 And the real Lockhart wore a robe as blue as forget-me-not—matching his blue eyes, and the pointed wizard hat was slanted playfully on his curled hot hair.

　　 In front of him, there is a short man with a camera. He is jumping around, looking for photos from various angles. The flash was almost joined together, and bursts of purple smoke kept coming out of the camera.

　　 "Go away," The short man obviously has a bad temper. He yelled to Ron, who was blocking his angle, and took a few steps back to choose a better angle, "This is for the "Daily Prophet". Of."

　　 "It's amazing." Ron raised his foot in the crowd with difficulty, rubbing the sore instep of the person's foot and said.

　　 Lockhart obviously heard this sentence. He raised his head and looked at Ron first, but immediately saw Harry again. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he said happily, "Isn't this Harry Potter?"

　　 The crowd stepped aside. Amidst the whispers of the crowd, Lockhart rushed up and grabbed Harry's hand, pulling him to the front.

　　 "Come on and take some pictures for us," Lockhart showed his neat white teeth. "Guidero Lockhart and Harry Potter, this must make the headlines!"

　　 There was a burst of enthusiastic applause from the audience, but Harry was flushed by the scene.

　　 When he finally let go of Harry's hand, Harry felt that his fingers were pinched by him. He wanted to sneak back to the Weasleys, but Lockhart's arm was still on his shoulder, holding him firmly beside him.

　　 "Ladies and gentlemen," Lockhart said loudly, waving his hands to silence everyone, "What an extraordinary moment! I want to use this wonderful occasion to announce a little thing. I suppress this. I haven't said it for a while..."

　　 Lockhart took advantage of this opportunity to say that he was going to Hogwarts as a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

　　 Suddenly, the applause of the crowd intensified.

　　 But in the crowd behind, two little wizards were squeezing out of the crowd. Hermione, who happened to hear Mrs. Weasley speaking, turned her head and glanced at it accidentally.

　　 "Is that... Maca?" Hermione was surprised, "Who is the girl he is pulling?"

　　 She turned her head and pulled Ron in front of her, but when she turned her head back, the person had disappeared in the crowd.

　　 "Maca? Where is it?" Ron stood on tiptoe and looked around, then wondered, "Are you wrong? There are so many people..."

　　 Hermione poked her head for a while, and finally shook her head, "I don’t know... is it possible?"

　　 In fact, Hermione actually saw it clearly. It's just that the Maca she saw made her a little skeptical-she wondered if she had really read it wrong.

　　 "No, Maca's eyes will be softer, it can't be that..." Hermione muttered softly, "It can't be that cold."

　　"And, who is the girl with long light blonde hair next to her? She looks weirdly dressed."

　　 She thought for a while, then shook her head again, "Maybe I really read it wrong, right?"

　　 Hermione was thinking about it, but heard an unpleasant voice coming from behind.

　　 "You must like this, Potter?" It was Draco Malfoy, with the usual mocking smile on his face.

　　"Famous Harry Potter!" Malfoy said, "Even in the bookstore will be the front page news."

　　 "Don't talk nonsense, he doesn't want that!" Ginny, who was standing next to Harry, said loudly.

　　 This was the first time she took the initiative to speak in front of Harry, usually shyly silent.

　　 "Potter—you have found a girlfriend—" Malfoy said with a long tone.

　　 Ginny's face turned red all of a sudden.

　　 Ron and Hermione squeezed in from behind, each holding a stack of Lockhart's books, separating her from Malfoy.

　　 Ginny is the baby of the Weasley family. Malfoy dares to bully her, so Ron naturally won't buy it. He and Malfoy despise each other, and you sarcasm each other.

　　 After a while, Ron was so excited that he wanted to rush up and punch Malfoy twice in the face. Harry and Hermione quickly pulled the back of his clothes tightly.

　　 "Ron!" Mr. Weasley squeezed Fred and George over, "What are you doing? The people here are crazy, let's go out--"

　　 "Oh-Arthur Weasley."

　　 Just as Mr. Weasley was trying to pull the children out, a person walked out of the crowd behind Malfoy.

　　 "Lucius." Mr. Weasley looked at him coldly and nodded slightly.

　　 It was Lucius Malfoy. He put a hand on Draco's shoulder, and the sneers on the faces of the father and son were exactly the same.

　　 "I heard that my man is very busy with business!" Mr. Malfoy said, "So many checks...I think they paid you for overtime, right?"

　　He reached into Ginny's crucible and pulled out a tattered "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" from among the new and bright Lockhart writings.

　　 "Hmph, it doesn't seem to be there. My God—what good is it to be a scum among wizards if you can't even get a good pay?" Mr. Weasley's face suddenly became Biro. Eun and Ginny are still very red.

　　 "We have very different opinions on what a scum among wizards is, Malfoy!" he said angrily.

　　 "Of course!" Lucius raised his head in disdain.

　　 His light-colored eyeballs rolled, and his gaze fell on the Grangers, who looked at them with trepidation.

　　 "Look at the friends you made, Weasley... I thought your family had fallen to the limit?"

　　 Mr. Weasley rushed towards Mr. Malfoy and slammed him into a bookshelf. Dozens of thick spell books fell on their heads, even Ginny’s crucible was flew out and slammed. There was a sound.

　　 Twin brothers Fred and George yelled "Beat him, Dad!" and so on, while Mrs. Weasley screamed, "Don't be like this, Arthur, don't be like this!"

　　 The crowd backed in panic and knocked down more bookshelves, causing the clerk to have a bitter face.

　　 At this time, a loud voice overwhelmed all the voices.

　　"Disperse, gentlemen, disperse!"

　　 It was Hagrid. He strode over with books all over the floor and pulled Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy away in the blink of an eye~IndoMTL.com~Mr. Weasley's lips are broken, Lu Xiu Si was smashed in one eye by a thick book, and Ginny's shabby transfiguration textbook was still pinched in his hand.

　　 Ginny had picked up the cauldron. Lucius saw it and stuffed the book into her cauldron with a vicious light shining in his eyes.

　　 "Hey, little girl—take your book! This is the best thing your dad can give you." He broke free of Hagrid's arm and waved to Draco without looking back. Rushed out of the shop.

　　 "You shouldn't pay attention to him, Arthur," Hagrid reached out to smooth Mr. Weasley's robe, but almost lifted him up with so much strength.

　　"This guy is so bad, their whole family is, everyone knows—the Malfoys’ words are not worth listening to! The blood on their bodies is bad, that’s how it is. Go, let’s go out. ."

The clerk on the side of 　　 seems to want to stop them from making a claim, but because of Hagrid's physique, most people really don't dare to stop him casually. After a while, they went out from the shop, leaving a group of shop assistants there, crying and staring at each other with big eyes.

　　 They walked quickly down the street. Hermione’s parents were ordinary Muggles. They were shaking with fright at the moment, while Mrs. Weasley next to him was mad with anger.

　　"A good head for the kids! Fight in public? What would Guidro Lockhart think--"

　　 "He was happy," Fred said. "Did you not hear when we came out? He asked the guy from the Daily Prophet if he could also include the fight in the report! He said it could. Cause a sensation..."

　　 And just in the crowd not far from them, a young man was looking indifferently there, a pair of deep black eyes staring at Ginny’s cauldron intentionally or unintentionally—to be precise, in that cauldron A black-covered diary of.