This is a dark, cloudy day.

When they came out of the house wrapped in a cloak, a special car of the Ministry of Magic was already waiting in the front yard. This car Harry had once ridden once.

"Fortunately, Dad can send us a car."

Ron said merrily, stretching his limbs comfortably.

At this moment the car drove briskly away from the Burrow, and Bill and Fleur waved at them from the kitchen window.

Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny were all sitting in the spacious, comfortable back seats.

"Don't get used to sitting, it's just for Harry."

Mr. Weasley turned his head and said.

He sat in front with Mrs. Weasley and the driver of the Ministry of Magic. The passenger seat beside the driver was thoughtfully widened, like a two-seater sofa.

"He now enjoys first-level security. When he arrives at the Broken Cauldron Bar, he has to strengthen security for us.

Harry said nothing.

He didn't want to be surrounded by a large number of Aurors when he was shopping, and he had already stuffed the invisibility cloak in his backpack.

He had thought that since Dumbledore had no objection, the Ministry of Magic would not object, but now that he thought about it carefully, he was not sure whether the Ministry of Magic knew that he had an invisibility cloak.

"You are here."

The driver said after a while, this was the first sentence he said.

He slowed down and drove into Charing Cross Road and stopped outside the Broken Cauldron Bar.

"I am waiting for you to come back, do you know how long it will take?"

"About two hours."

Mr. Weasley said, "Ah, great, he has come!"

Harry also looked out through the car window like Mr. Weasley.

His heart jumped for joy, and there was no Auror waiting outside the bar, but the big, black-bearded Hagrid standing, wearing a long **** fur coat, and Harry’s face appeared when he saw Harry. With a joyful smile, he ignored the surprised gazes of the passing Muggles.

"Harry!"

He said gruffly that as soon as Harry got out of the car, Hagrid squeezed him into his arms, crushing his bones.

"It's good to be happy,"

Harry said with a smile while rubbing his ribs, "I didn't expect the'security guard' to refer to you!"

"I know...just like in the past, don't you? The Ministry originally wanted to send a batch of Aurors, but Dumbledore said I would do it."

Hagrid said triumphantly. He straightened his chest and put his two thumbs into his pockets, "Okay, let's go in—you please, Molly, Arthur—"

For the first time in Harry's memory, the Broken Cauldron Bar looked so deserted and empty.

The lively crowds of the past disappeared, leaving only the shopkeeper Tom with wrinkled faces and missing teeth.

As soon as they entered, Tom raised his head hopefully, but before he could speak, Hagrid said solemnly: "It's just passing by today, Tom, it's Hogwarts' business, you know."

Tom nodded glumly and continued to wipe his glass.

Harry, Hermione, Hagrid, and the Weasleys walked through the bar to the small, cold yard behind with the trash can.

Then they stepped across the doorway, stopped and looked around.

Diagon Alley has completely changed.

The shop window originally displayed spell books, potion raw materials, and cauldrons. The colorful ones are now invisible, but are covered by a large notice posted by the Ministry of Magic.

Most of these forbidding purple notices are enlarged versions of the safety warnings in the pamphlets distributed by the Ministry of Magic during the summer, and some notices are printed with black and white photos of the wanted Death Eaters.

Bellatrix Lestrange sneered sneerly at the door of the nearby drugstore.

Several windows were nailed down with boards, including Florin Fosco's ice cream shop.

On the other hand, many tattered small stalls suddenly appeared on both sides of the street.

The closest stall to them is just outside the Lihen Bookstore, under a stained striped canopy, with a cardboard sign nailed to the front of the stall:

Amulet: Effectively defend against werewolves, dementors and corpses.

A sloppy little wizard peddled a large chain of silver mascots to passers-by and shook them.

"Madam, buy one for your little girl?"

As they passed by, he shouted at Mrs. Weasley, and gave Ginny a fascinating look. "Protect her beautiful neck?"

"If I'm on duty..." Mr. Weasley said, glaring at the amulet seller angrily.

"Yeah, but you don't want to catch people everywhere now, honey, we are very short on time."

Mrs. Weasley said, "I think we'd better go to the Madam Morkin gown shop first. Hermione needs a new gown.

Ron's school uniform is short, his wrists are showing a lot, and, Harry, you must also buy new clothes, you are growing too fast... well, everyone, let's go. "

"Molly, it's not appropriate for us all to go to Madam Morkin's robe specialty store."

Mr. Weasley said, "It's better to let the three of them follow Hagrid. We can go to Lihen Bookstore and buy everyone's textbooks, okay?"

"I don't know what to do," Mrs. Weasley said annoyedly. Obviously, she hopes to finish shopping quickly, but also hopes that everyone does not separate ~ lightnovelpub.net~ It is really a dilemma, "Hagrid, what do you think ——?"

"Don't worry, they won't have any problems following me, Molly."

Hagrid comforted, and waved his palm as big as the lid of a trash can.

Mrs. Weasley didn’t seem to be completely relieved, but she still separated everyone. She followed her husband and Ginny to the Lihen Bookstore in a hurry, while Harry, Ron, Hermione and Hagrid went to Mrs. Morkin’s robe monopoly. shop.

Harry noticed that many passersby had the same anxious and anxious look on the faces of Mrs. Weasley.

"If we all go in, it might be a bit crowded."

Hagrid said that he stopped outside the Madam Morkin's robe specialty store and leaned over to look in the window.

"I'm standing guard outside, okay?"

So Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into the shop together.

At first glance, the shop seemed to be empty, but as soon as the door closed behind them, they heard a familiar voice behind a row of green and blue robes.

"...I'm not a kid anymore, you may not have noticed, Mom. I am fully capable of going out and buying things on my own."

Then there was a cooing sound that resembled a hen incubating an egg, and then one person spoke, and Harry heard Mrs. Morkin’s voice: "Yes, my dear, your mother is right, and now we shouldn’t be alone. Come out and hang out, it has nothing to do with children or not—"

"Where do you poke that needle? Keep a little god!"

A sharp-faced teenager with a pale face and yellowish hair appeared from behind the hanger. He was wearing a beautiful dark green robe with shiny pins on the welts and cuffs.

He strode to the mirror and looked at himself carefully.

After a while, he noticed in the mirror that Harry and the three were standing behind him.