Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Sold out." The old man answered weakly in his hoarse voice until he had finished smoking the whole pipe.

"Isn't that what it is?" Malfoy picked up a book at random, then clipped a few shiny golden coins into it, and handed them straight to the old man.

The old man took the book and seemed to weigh the weight unintentionally, then the wrinkles on his face squeezed together, showing a rather satisfied philistine smile,

"Okay, come in, it's the door on the left, keep going straight, slick foreigners." The old man's scrutiny glances flashed past Fleur and Malfoy, and soon returned to the lazy and decadent look. Appearance, smashed his mouth, and smoked the pipe that had already been smoked.

"Remember to restrain yourself, these days have not been very peaceful," he reminded.

"Okay, sir." Malfoy entered the dilapidated kiosk, followed by Fleur.

The imaginary "crunch" sound did not come. The contact between the iron door and the door frame was quite smooth, and there was no rust at all. After the two entered the door, the door was automatically closed.

Behind the narrow door, it seems to be connected to another world, it seems to reproduce the prosperity of the Champs-Elysees outside, and adds some magical atmosphere.

What appeared in front of the two of them at the moment was a wide, long street covered with stones. At a glance, there was no end in sight.

A polished silver street sign reads - "The Deceiver's Bazaar", and below it in small print: "Only fools are deceived, but greed makes fools, wise and restrained wizards Only here will their desires be fulfilled.”

Of course, even if this is a black area that is not protected by law, it is still orderly compared to the dirty and messy Knockturn Alley. The flowers dance with the breeze, occasionally the petals are scattered, and the fragrance of the flowers is diffused.

In front of many potted plants, there are several squatting old wizards, wearing old-fashioned lenses, reading thick books with the help of sunlight, they don't seem to have the temperament of wizards at all, they are more like a Muggle society The professor and the pedant in .

The communication between wizards and Muggles seems to be more in-depth in France. The ultimate philosophical thinking about life and death should be the same whether it is wizards or ordinary people. It should be said that the more powerful wizards, the more they should study philosophy. More thorough and clear, this is also an important reason for the strong literary atmosphere here.

Very similar to the Champs Elysees in the outside world, there are also many wandering entertainers here, who wear tattered wizard robes,

Holding all kinds of strange-looking musical instruments in his hands, he played beautiful music of different styles. .

Among them, the most eye-catching is a wanderer playing a horn. The wand in his hand was turned into a hollow horn, and the body of the wand was completely hollowed out to make a hollow, flexible and curved, giving off an intoxicating sound of nature.

Not to be outdone, the performer beside him used his magic wand as a drum stick, beating the white-skin drum head erected in front of him indifferently, releasing exciting and exciting music.

Muggle musical instruments were in the hands of this group of French wizards, and many new and interesting uses were developed.

The farther you go to the end of the street, you can find many stalls with strange magic props, full of artistry and ornamental.

For example, a music box that can dance is made into a human shape. It dances on the carpet to the high-pitched and rhythmic music, and stops dancing with a spell from the stall owner. It looks like an ordinary doll. .

Another example is a pocket broom made of corn stalks, which is controlled by creatures that do not know whether it is a dwarf or a elf, parked in the air, and bargaining with customers.

"I've lived here for so long, and I never knew there was such a place." Furong was very surprised and looked at everything around her curiously.

She squatted down and stopped curiously in front of a booth.

The stall owner is an old lady who looks very kind.

"Beautiful lady, are you willing to spend two silver nut to buy this bunch of magic yarrow? Test your relationship with this gentleman?" The old witch saw that Fleur was interested in her products, and could not help but promote it. .

"This is the rarest type of yarrow. Common yarrow can be used for divination of love and marriage. Astrologers often drink a cup of yarrow tea to enhance their perception before observing the horoscopes. The witch helped her Black pointed hat, said graciously, "And this yarrow of mine, once you cut its stem, it will reveal the first letter of your future partner's last name. ' she seduced.

Furong looked at the seemingly ordinary yarrow in front of her with some heart, but she was not sure what she said was true or false.

"Old lady, you are lying again. You don't know how many hallucinogenic potions you have added to the yarrow in your yarrow. Once it is cut open, the smell will be inhaled by this girl. I am afraid that the name of the sweetheart will be revealed. Now, what is the first letter?" Just when Furong was heartbroken, the merchants in the rest of the stalls shouted with laughter, exposing her deception.

Furong's enthusiasm cooled down immediately, she stood up quickly, and left in disgust.

"Draco?" She found Malfoy waiting for her not far away, and rushed over immediately.

"If you don't mind, you can continue walking outside, I may need some more time." Malfoy stood in front of a dusty facade, with lush green potted plants growing to the left and right, strong vines even entwining There was a silver basswood plaque hanging directly above the facade, with a few crooked French letters engraved on it.

"There's not much to see outside." Furong shook her head, feeling a certain degree of disgust towards this market.

"Sepharo Persian Wand Shop?" Furong raised her head and softly read the name of the shop on the plaque in a smooth, jade-like voice.

The two looked at the store. A tall and strong middle-aged man was cleaning the glass cabinet with a feather blanket. He didn't use magic, and seemed to be enjoying the fun of cleaning.

"Few people come to buy wands from me, it's really rare." The man laughed heartily.

He took the initiative to walk out the door to welcome the two guests, Malfoy and Fleur.

"Oh? Outsiders, sure enough, most locals know the reputation of my shop and are reluctant to come." As soon as they saw the color of their hair, the man started chattering, as if he had seen something new.

"I can finally understand how bad the business in his shop is." Fleur muttered to Malfoy in a low voice.