Mrs. Weasley's advice was still echoing in Harry Potter's ears: "Close your eyes... There are many witchcraft mantels that allow us to choose as the terminal station, but don't worry, as long as you explain the place you are going to, it's okay... Don't panic, don't come out too early, stay in the furnace, and see Fred and George out."

But he seemed to have misspelled the word "diagonal alley"!

The dim and dark rotation just now almost made him spit. He stayed in Weasley's burial this summer, which was much warmer than his aunt's house... At least there was no child as fat as Daly, but before school started, when they went to Diagon Alley together, he called the wrong place when he sprinkled the powder through the fireplace.

Through a rapidly rotating place full of green flames, he saw a series of blurred images of the fireplace and the room from the corner of his eyes, but when he thought in his mind, "Stop!", he fell from mid-air on the cold stone wall, and his glasses flew out, and now his eyes were blurred.

In the sight of the mosaics, Harry barely found his glasses. They were a little torn, but they could still be used. When Harry put the glasses on his ears and his eyes became clear again, he found himself in a dark, wide-ranging fireplace in the Wizards Store, but it was full of strange things, even though the things in the Wizards Store were already weird enough.

But the things here are more bizarre than any other store.

There was a glass display cabinet beside him, which contained a sculpture or specimen of a red monster. But judging from the appearance of the monster, Harry sincerely prayed that this was not a specimen of a tangible creature. The monster's head was like a sheep, its horns were pointed and long, its red skin was exposed and hairless, but it was covered with burning traces and scars. Its ears were like goblins, but it was like a very strong human.

Looking at its muscles, Harry felt that this monster must be powerful and violent.

There was a row of inconspicuous tags under the glass display cabinet. Harry subconsciously glanced and read it: "The Destruction Specimen of the Desolation of Roger Camp (Be careful, if you encounter a wizard, this monster may be resurrected)"

When Harry read the last section label, he was shocked by the owner's bloody warning. He took a few steps back in a daze, and hit a pile of hard-clad books behind him. The books piled up into a hill scattered all over the ground. Harry hurriedly got up and accidentally put his hand on a black magic book with hard-clad black magic book. Through the scattered pages, Harry saw a series of evil magic rituals that made him blush. He hurriedly threw the book back into the pile.

Only then did Harry notice how weird it was. Various masks on the wall stared at people with a terrifying expression. A stone ghost mask with fangs under his lips, a clown with red eyes, and a chin could be opened and closed. Looking carefully, there was a line of tags under it that read: 'I want to play a game with you!'

A mustache smiling mask with a label underneath, a 'v' is written lightly.

A mask that looked like a pig's nose covered the lower half of the face, only revealing the mouth and nose with a fence, and a worn hockey mask with the small words below it read: 'Come to mom, Jason, mom loves you!'

The blue wooden mask, with only a raised iron ridge as the bridge of the nose, marked as: According to unreliable news, this mask is the work of the god of mischief Loki. After I asked Loki myself, he denied this statement.

The weirdest thing is a gilded steel mask. The technologically-super design makes it incompatible with the weird and worn masks next to it.

In addition, there is only one eye exposed, a wooden mask with spiral patterns; the whole body is like gold, full of majestic and domineering golden mask; one-quarter missing in the upper right corner, and a strange and exaggerated skull mask; of course, the most peculiar one is the pair of black-framed glasses placed in the center, which is the most ordinary but the most extraordinary among the piles of masks.

Harry noticed the comment below and said in a faint description: This is a pair of glasses that no one can recognize after taking them off. It is the best match with a high-waist suit...

"Magic magic props" Harry helped his eyes and sighed.

It would be better to leave here as soon as possible. Harry thought to himself that his nose, which had just hit the fireplace, was still aching, and he didn't care about so much, and tiptoed toward the gate. But when he was halfway through, he found two figures appeared on the other end of the glass of the gate, Decora Malfoy, the person Harry didn't want to see the most, especially now, he was lost, covered in coal dust and wearing a pair of ragged glasses.

Harry looked around and found a large black cabinet on his left. It was really a large cabinet, thick wood. He opened the door of the wardrobe, which was full of thick fur coats. The tall cabinet was like a small room. Harry rushed in and brought the cabinet door, leaving only a thin slit, just to see the situation of the shop outside.

In a panic, he didn't notice that there was a small label on the top of the cabinet, which read the last magic wardrobe made of youth apple wood.

Harry didn't care at all about what was hidden deep in the closet behind him. He listened quietly. A few seconds later, the doorbell rang. Malfoy and his father walked into the store. Seeing his old enemy, Harry's nervous hair stood up. He could not feel the cold air blowing on his neck behind him, and devoted himself to the nervous activity of peeping Malfoy.

Mr. Malfoy had just stepped into the store and frowned when he saw the completely unfamiliar decorations. He hesitated for a moment and confirmed that this was Bojin's Black Magic Store based on what was still familiar, and then he rang the bell at the counter.

Then he turned to his son and said, "Don't touch anything, Decora."

Malfoy was admiring a glass jar filled with liquid, with a bunch of bright red eyes floating inside, which was particularly gorgeous. Hearing this, he turned around and said, "I thought you were going to buy me a gift! Look! How beautiful it is!"

Old Malfoy turned around and saw the pair of bright red eyes full of vitality and struggle, frowned: "Decora, that's not a good thing... It has a strong bad luck and will definitely bring misfortune to its owner." Looking at the thing that he must have dug out of some unlucky egg's eyes, Old Malfoy sneered: "And hasn't its owner paid the price for it?"

"Does Mr. Malfoy like that pair of eyeballs?" Chen Ang came out of the inner room. Of course, everyone saw him still the greasy appearance of Mr. Bojin. Chen Ang said enthusiastically: "That is the eyes of the Kuluta people. When their emotions are excited, their pupils will turn bright red. If they die at this time, this red will never dissipate."

"Now this race has perished for some reason! This is an out-of-print treasure... I bought it from a merchant who has been to the distant continent." Chen Ang did not lie to him, but just concealed the fact that he bought it in the trading market of the main god space.

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