Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"It's sold out." Until he finished smoking the pipe, the old man dragged his hoarse voice and replied feebly.

"Isn't this?" Malfoy picked up a book casually, then inserted a few shiny gold coins into it and handed it straight to the old man.

The old man took the book, seemingly inadvertently weighing the weight, and then the wrinkles on his face squeezed together, revealing a fairly satisfied shopkeeper’s smile.

"Well, come in. It's the door on the left. It's a slick outsider." The old man's gaze flashed past Fleur and Malfoy, and soon returned to the lazy, decadent one. He smashed his mouth and inhaled the pipe that had already been exhausted.

"Remember to converge, these days are not very peaceful these days." He reminded.

"Okay, sir." Malfoy walked into the dilapidated newsstand, followed by Fleur.

The imaginary "creaking" sound did not come. The contact between the iron door and the door frame was quite smooth, without any rust. After both of them entered the door, the door was automatically closed.

Behind the narrow door, it seemed to be connected to another world, it seemed to reproduce the prosperity of the Champs Elysees outside, and added some magical strange atmosphere.

At this moment, what appeared in front of the two of them was a wide, long street paved with stones. One glance could not see the end.

A brightly polished silver street sign read-"The Fraudster's Bazaar", and below it was written concisely in small print: "Only stupid people can be deceived, and greed makes people stupid, a wise wizard who knows how to restraint. Only here will they fulfill their desires."

Of course, even though this is a black area that is not protected by law, compared to the filthy and messy Knockover Alley, it looks orderly. The roads are lined with green long vines, and they are more unnamed. The flowers danced in the breeze, occasionally the petals were scattered, and the fragrance of flowers was diffused.

In front of many potted plants, there are a few old wizards squatting, wearing old-fashioned lenses, reading thick books with the help of the sun. They don't seem to have the temperament that a wizard should have, rather like a Muggle society. Professors and old scholars in China.

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

It is very similar to the Champs Elysées in the outside world. There are also many wandering entertainers here. They are dressed in tattered wizard robes, holding various strange-looking instruments in their hands, and playing beautiful music with different styles..

The most noticeable among them was a wanderer who played the French horn. The wand in his hand was turned into a hollow French horn. The body of the wand was completely hollowed out and made into a hollow, pliable and bent, giving out an intoxicating nature.

The player beside him was not to be outdone, using the magic wand as a drum stick, beating the white-skinned drum head set up in front of him with emotion, sending out inspiring and exciting music.

Muggle musical instruments came into the hands of these French wizards, and many novel and interesting uses were developed.

As you walk towards the end of the street, you will find many stalls with weird magical props, full of artistry and appreciation.

For example, a dancing music box was made into a human shape, and it danced on the carpet to the high-pitched and rhythmic music. Following a spell from the stall owner, the dance stopped again. It looked like an ordinary doll. .

Another example is a pocket flying broom made of corn stalks. I don't know if it is a dwarf or an elf, which is controlled by a creature, stopping in the air, bargaining with customers.

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

She knelt down and stopped in front of a stall curiously.

The stall owner is a kind-looking old woman.

"Beautiful lady, would you like to spend two silver nats to buy this magical yarrow? Test your fate with this gentleman?" The old witch saw that Furong was interested in her merchandise and couldn't help but sell it. .

"This is the rarest type of yarrow. Ordinary 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 astrology. The witch helped her The black pointed hat said eagerly, "And my strand of yarrow, once you cut its stem, it will show the first letter of your future partner's last name."She was seduced.

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

"Old lady, you're ridiculous again. You don't know how many hallucinogenic potions you have added to the yarrow in it. Once it is cut, the smell is sucked in by this girl, I'm afraid the name of the sweetheart will all appear. What about the first letter?” Just when Furong was heartbroken, the merchants at the other stalls shouted with laughter, exposing her scam.

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

"Draco?" She realized that Malfoy was still waiting for her not far away, so she hurried over.

"If you don't mind, you can just go shopping outside, I may need some time." Malfoy stood in front of a dusty facade, planted with lush green potted plants, strong vines and even entwined. I went to a silver linden wood plaque hanging directly above the facade, with a few crooked French letters engraved on it.

"There's nothing pretty outside here." Furong shook her head, feeling quite disgusted with this bazaar now.

"Sefalops Wand Shop?" Furong raised her head, and whispered the name of the store on the plaque in a round and round voice.

The two looked inside the store. A tall and sturdy middle-aged man was cleaning the glass cabinet with a feather blanket inside. He did not use magic, and seemed to enjoy the fun of cleaning.

"Very few people come to me to buy magic wands. It's a rare visitor." The man laughed heartily.

He took the initiative to go out to meet the two guests, Malfoy and Fleur.

"Oh? Outsiders, sure enough, most locals know the reputation of my store and are reluctant to come." Seeing their hair color, the man began to chatter, as if he saw something novel.

"I can finally understand the poor business in his shop." Fleur mumbled to Malfoy in a low voice.