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Why dont we meet in Diagon Alley. Let me know whats happening as soon as you can. Love from Hermione. Well, that fits in nicely, we can go and get all your things then, too, said Mrs. Weasley, starting to clear the table. Whatre you all up to today. Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were planning to go up the hill to a small paddock the Weasleys owned. It was surrounded by trees that blocked it from view of the village below, meaning that they could practice Quidditch there, as long as they didnt fly too high. They couldnt use real Quidditch balls, which would have been hard to explain if they had escaped and flown away over the village; instead they threw apples for one another to catch. They took turns riding Harrys Nimbus Two Thousand, which was easily the best broom; Rons old Shooting Star was often outstripped by passing butterflies. Five minutes later they were marching up the hill, broomsticks over their shoulders. They had asked Percy if he wanted to join them, but he had said he was busy. Harry had only seen Percy at mealtimes so far; he stayed shut in his room the rest of the time. Wish I knew what he was up to, said Fred, frowning. Hes not himself. His exam results came the day before you did; twelve O. s and he hardly gloated at all. Ordinary Wizarding Levels, George explained, seeing Harrys puzzled look. Bill got twelve, too. If were not careful, well have another Head Boy in the family. I dont think I could stand the shame. Bill was the oldest Weasley brother. He and the next brother, Charlie, had already left Hogwarts. Harry had never met either of them, but knew that Charlie was in Romania studying dragons and Bill in Egypt working for the wizards bank, Gringotts. Dunno how Mum and Dad are going to afford all our school stuff this year, said George after a while. Five sets of Lockhart books. And Ginny needs robes and a wand and everything. Harry said nothing. He felt a bit awkward. Stored in an underground vault at Gringotts in London was a small fortune that his parents had left him. Of course, it was only in the Wizarding world that he had money; you couldnt use Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts in Muggle shops. He had never mentioned his Gringotts bank account to the Dursleys; he didnt think their horror of anything connected with magic would stretch to a large pile of gold. Mrs. Weasley woke them all early the following Wednesday. After a quick half a dozen bacon sandwiches each, they pulled on their coats and Mrs. Weasley took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside. Were running low, Arthur, she sighed. Well have to buy some more today. Ah well, guests first. After you, Harry dear. And she offered him the flowerpot. Harry stared at them all watching him. W-what am I supposed to do. he stammered. Hes never traveled by Floo powder, said Ron suddenly. Sorry, Harry, I forgot. Never. said Mr. Weasley. But how did you get to Diagon Alley to buy your school things last year. I went on the Underground - Really. said Mr. Weasley eagerly. Were there escapators. How exactly - Not now, Arthur, said Mrs. Weasley. Floo powders a lot quicker, dear, but goodness me, if youve never used it before - Hell be all right, Mum, said Fred. Harry, watch us first. He took a pinch of glittering powder out of the flowerpot, stepped up to the fire, and threw the powder into the flames. With a roar, the fire turned emerald green and rose higher than Fred, who stepped right into it, shouted, Diagon Alley. and vanished. You must speak clearly, dear, Mrs. Weasley told Harry as George dipped his hand into the flowerpot. And be sure to get out at the right grate. The right what. said Harry nervously as the fire roared and whipped George out of sight, too. Well, there are an awful lot of wizard fires to choose from, you know, but as long as youve spoken clearly - Hell be fine, Molly, dont fuss, said Mr. Weasley, helping himself to Floo powder, too. But, dear, if he got lost, how would we ever explain to his aunt and uncle. They wouldnt mind, Harry reassured her. Dudley would think it was a brilliant joke if I got lost up a chimney, dont worry about that - Well. all right. you go after Arthur, said Mrs. Weasley. Now, when you get into the fire, say where youre going - And keep your elbows tucked in, Ron advised. And your eyes shut, said Mrs. Weasley. The soot - Dont fidget, said Ron. Or you might well fall out of the wrong fireplace - But dont panic and get out too early; wait until you see Fred and George. Trying hard to bear all this in mind, Harry took a pinch of Floo powder and walked to the edge of the fire. 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He was quite alone, but where he was, he had no idea. All he could tell was that he was standing in the stone fireplace of what looked like a large, dimly lit wizards shop - but nothing in here was ever likely to be on a Hogwarts school list. A glass case nearby held a withered hand on a cushion, a bloodstained pack of cards, and a staring glass eye. Evil-looking masks stared down from the walls, an assortment of human bones lay upon the counter, and rusty, spiked instruments hung from the ceiling. Even worse, the dark, narrow street Harry could see through the dusty shop window was definitely not Diagon Alley. The sooner he got out of here, the better. Nose still stinging where it had hit the hearth, Harry made his way swiftly and silently more info the door, but before hed got halfway toward it, two people appeared on the other side of the glass - and one of them was the very last person Harry wanted to meet when he was lost, covered in soot, and wearing broken glasses: Draco Malfoy. Harry looked quickly around and spotted a large black cabinet to his left; he shot inside it and pulled the doors closed, leaving a small crack to peer through. Seconds later, a bell clanged, and Malfoy stepped into the shop. The man who followed could only be Dracos father. He had the same pale, pointed face and identical cold, gray eyes. Malfoy crossed the shop, looking lazily at the items on display, and rang a bell on the counter before turning to his son and saying, Touch nothing, Draco. Malfoy, who had reached for the glass eye, said, I thought you were going to buy me a present. 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Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you again, said Mr. Borgin in a voice as oily as his hair. Delighted - and young Master Malfoy, too - charmed. How may I be of assistance. I must show you, just in today, and very reasonably priced - Im not buying today, Mr. Borgin, but selling, said Mr. Malfoy. Selling. The smile faded slightly from Mr. Borgins face. You have heard, of course, steam enable xbox controller the Ministry is conducting more raids, said Mr. Malfoy, taking a roll of parchment from his inside pocket and unraveling it for Mr. Borgin to read. I have a few - ah - items at home that might embarrass me, if the Ministry were to call. Borgin fixed a pair of pince-nez to his nose and looked down the list. The Ministry wouldnt presume to trouble you, sir, surely. Malfoys lip curled. I have not been visited yet. The name Malfoy still commands a certain respect, yet the Ministry grows ever more meddlesome. 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The teachers all have favorites, that Hermione Granger - I would have thought youd be ashamed that a girl of no wizard family beat you in every exam, snapped Mr. Malfoy. said Harry under his breath, pleased to see Draco looking both abashed and angry. Its the same all over, said Mr. Borgin, in his oily voice. Wizard blood is counting for less everywhere - Not with me, said Mr. Malfoy, his long Fallout 4 build your own pool flaring. No, sir, nor with me, sir, said Mr. Borgin, with a deep Fallout 4 build your own pool. In that case, perhaps we can return to my list, said Mr. Malfoy shortly. I am in something of a hurry, Borgin, I have important business elsewhere today - They started to haggle. Harry watched nervously as Draco drew nearer and nearer to his hiding place, examining the objects for sale. 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Harry saw a familiar, snow-white marble building in the distance - Gringotts Bank. Hagrid had steered him right into Diagon Alley. Yer a mess. said Hagrid gruffly, brushing soot off Harry so forcefully he nearly knocked him into a barrel of dragon dung outside an apothecary. Skulkin around Knockturn Alley, I dunno - dodgy place, Harry - don want no one ter see yeh down there - I realized that, said Harry, ducking as Hagrid made to brush him off again. I told you, I was lost - what were you doing down there, anyway. I was lookin fer a Flesh-Eatin Slug Repellent, growled Hagrid. Theyre ruinin the school cabbages. Yer not on yer own. Im staying with the Weasleys but we got separated, Harry explained. Ive got to go and find them. They set off together down the street. How come yeh never wrote back ter me. said Hagrid as Harry jogged alongside him (he had to take three steps to every stride of Hagrids enormous boots). Harry explained all about Dobby and the Dursleys. 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