Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Thank you Tiera!" A werewolf wizard said sincerely, "For the first time, I have a job, a fixed place to live, and three stable meals a day. Thank you Tiera and his reforms!"

"Thank Tiera, we can walk under the sun and drink fresh blood!" A vampire wizard also said.

"Thank you Mr. Tiera! Mr. Tiera is a good master. Debbie can now eat well and has never been beaten again!" said a house elf.

"Thanks to Tiera, I no longer have to be a servant! I can also have a decent job and a stable place to live! The most important thing is that I now have my own wand!" A short and honest man who looked like a human being The wizard who is a hybrid between a wizard and a house elf or goblin said, "I am currently attending Hogwarts Night School. As long as I pass the O.W.Ls exam within seven years, I can also apply for the Magic University!"

"Thanks to Tiera, I have a place to stay."

"Thanks to Tiera, I have a job"

"Thanks to Tiera, I can still read."

"Thanks to Tiera, I can still go to college in the future."

When Harry and the Weasley family were walking in Diagon Alley, these were the words that Harry heard the most.

But even in such a happy scene, Mrs. Weasley did not relax at all. She still pulled Harry nervously and stared at Ron and Ginny——

This scene seemed to make Mrs. Weasley even more nervous.

"Come on, children, let's go to Mrs. Malkin's clothing store first." After saying goodbye to Dobby, Mrs. Weasley led a group of people and walked over, thinking about the shops on the right side of the street in Diagon Alley.

"Molly, are we all going to Madam Malkin's dress shop?" said Mr. Weasley. "Why don't you let the three of them go with Hagrid so the two of us can go to Sharpsprint and buy textbooks for everyone?"

"Yes, Jasmine." Hagrid, who followed Harry and the others into Diagon Alley, said angrily, "You can safely leave the three of them to me."

"No!" Mrs. Weasley almost shouted, "We can't separate! It's too messy here! It's impossible for you to take care of it by yourself!"

"We must act together." Mrs. Weasley said as she pushed Harry, Ron and Ginny into Mrs. Malkin's clothing store.

"Maybe it will be a bit crowded if we all go in," Hagrid said incomprehensively. He stopped at the door of Mrs. Malkin's clothing store, bent down and said through the window to Mrs. Weasley who had already walked into the store, "I'll stand guard outside, okay?"

Mrs. Weasley did not answer, but nodded at Hagrid.

So Harry, Ron, and Ginny entered the little shop together.

Upon entering, it looked empty and there didn't seem to be many customers at the moment, but before the door closed behind them, they heard a familiar voice coming from a room hung with bright green and blue women's gowns. came from behind the shelf.

"Mom, let's go!" said the familiar voice, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"I'm begging you, Daisy, okay? Considering our past friendship, can the price be a little higher?" A middle-aged woman's unique hoarse voice came next.

"I'm really sorry, Narcissa! I really can't go any higher." Another woman's voice came, seemingly embarrassed, "You also know that business has been a lot more difficult recently. Ever since the damn "Magic United" After the Social Economic Law was promulgated, and those hateful house elves and goblins also had the right to operate finished clothing, my business was suddenly reduced by more than half..."

"But, but...but we really need this money, really...if you knew...since that damn Tiera raided our home...after that...we, we have nothing... "The husky female voice seemed to have a hint of crying.

"Mom, okay! Let's go!" The familiar voice came again, and this time the impatience in the voice had turned into anger.

"Shut up!" The hoarse female voice burst out with anger for a moment, and then turned to begging, "Please, Daisy, just give me ten more gold galleons. Just ten gold galleons is enough." , as long as you give me ten more gold galleons, I can send Draco to Durmstrang, and the headmaster there will be happy to accept Draco."

"It's really not possible, Narcissa, I really can't afford that much money." Daisy said in embarrassment, "I allow you to return the goods because of our years of friendship. You want twenty gold galleons too much. ”

"But, but...but I spent at least seventy gold galleons on these clothes!" Narcissa choked.

"But Madam Malkin's Clothing Store has never had a return policy!" Daisy's voice was already a little impatient. "Okay, Narcissa, okay, how about I pay twelve gold galleons to recycle these old clothes?" ? There are a lot of clothes in there that are already five or six years ago, and they can’t be sold for much. Twelve gold galleons is my bottom line. If you are still not satisfied, you can also try to apply for a business license. See if you can get twelve gold galleons by selling these old clothes."

"You..." Narcissa's voice seemed to be filled with resentment for a moment, but soon it turned into a weak "Okay."

Immediately afterwards, there was the crisp sound of counting gold coins.

"Well, it seems I have a guest, so I won't keep you any longer." Daisy Morkin issued an eviction order.

As soon as Mrs. Malkin finished speaking, a young boy with a pale and angular face and light blond hair walked out from behind the shelf, wearing a dim dark green robe. Behind him was a man in a black tight-fitting trousers. A middle-aged woman wearing a skirt and a similarly pale and frail face.

None other than Draco Malfoy and his mother, Narcissa Malfoy.

"You!" Draco Malfoy saw Harry in an instant, and his pale face instantly filled with red from anger and shame.

"Draco!" Narcissa Malfoy sternly scolded, and then glanced at Harry with the same hateful look. She held Draco Malfoy tightly with one hand and quickly walked out of Madam Malkin's Robe Shop.

Harry noticed that Narcissa Malfoy's other hand was holding a money bag tightly against her chest, as if it was more important than her life.

"Ah! Mrs. Weasley! Mr. Weasley! And Mr. Potter! You're so welcome!" Mrs. Malkin immediately put on a smiling expression and raised her arms to greet Harry and his entourage. People, “How can I help you?”

While Mrs. Malkin was chatting with Harry, Narcissa had already dragged Draco Malfoy to the street and quickly left the shop.