Chapter 401 Deserted Street

Diagon Alley looks deserted today.

"It's been really rough lately. The Ministry of Magic is so short of manpower that it allows dementors to run around." Mrs. Malkin was holding a tape measure to measure the little wizards. "Oh, my dears, you are really good-looking. Come on, it’s almost the same every day, I’ve almost forgotten what you looked like when you first entered school.”

Mrs. Weasley was stunned, "Dementors?" She looked at Robert and her little cub, those things weren't meant for you?

Robert shook his head. The Dementor who was monitoring them had disappeared a long time ago, and he didn't know why. And from the looks of it, no one seemed to have told Mr. Weasley about it?

...Or did Mr. Weasley forget to tell Mrs. Weasley about this?

I always feel that no matter what the possibility, I need to silently light a candle for Mr. Arthur.

"I saw it was deserted outside and thought something big had happened." Mrs. Weasley asked worriedly, "What happened?"

Mrs. Malkin measured Hermione's size and called Ginny over. She sighed, "Didn't I tell you...it's a dementor. With dementors patrolling the streets, how could anyone be willing to go shopping?" What? If you are unlucky enough to be dragged away and sucked dry by them, then don’t you have to consider yourself unlucky?”

Mrs. Weasley frowned, "Is it so dangerous? What about the children's back-to-school supplies? Don't you want to buy them?"

Madam Malkin asked the twins to stand over with a smile on her face, "Oh, then I suggest you use owls, but will dementors eat owls? How can we tell this kind of thing clearly?"

"How could they let Dementors run around on the streets? If they hurt someone, would the Ministry of Magic compensate for the medical expenses? Don't be ridiculous, those vampires!" Mrs. Weasley muttered, "But... Letting Dementors patrol the streets instead of Aurors...isn't this too unreasonable?"

As he was talking, the bell on the door rang, and a witch carrying a paper bag came in, "Good morning, Malkin."

"Good morning, Liv." Mrs. Malkin waved to Robert again, "Are you going to buy herbs again?"

"The price of mandrake has dropped by 5 psi, which is really a good thing. I just happened to buy some to roll cigarettes." The witch said calmly, "On the contrary, the price of fresh mandrake has increased again."

Mrs. Malkin looked at her doubtfully, "How is this possible? If the mandrake only dropped one or two sickles, I would still believe it, but 5 sickles? Are you sure you didn't buy a fake?"

The witch had already taken out her cigarette and started smoking it. She blew out a smoke ring and watched it change shapes in front of her.

Robert's eyes twitched. Could it be that this witch who always likes to buy herbs is actually a fortune teller?

However, the sharp drop in the price of mandrake should be related to Professor Sprout. Her herbal medicine production capacity seems to be a bit excessive!

"Darkness has fallen." The witch leaned her body on the soft sofa and murmured comfortably, "Buy more herbs and prepare them, Mojin. The rise in the price of fresh herbs heralds the coming of war."

Mrs. Weasley obviously didn't like her remarks. Disaster, darkness, doomsday, and war were not elements that the young wizard should listen to.

After Mrs. Malkin measured Ron's clothes, she hurriedly pulled the little wizards away. For this reason, Ron was accidentally hit by the glass door.

Considering the danger of encountering dementors on the road, Mrs. Weasley escorted the little wizards all the way. She was afraid that if she turned around, the little wizards would be dragged away by the dementors. She felt her deep worry. Everyone today Very well-behaved, even the twins try to keep their presence away from Mrs. Weasley.

"The people at the Ministry of Magic must be crazy." The owner of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore was in a very bad mood. "They actually let the dementors hang out with the wizards. What else could they say? Although the dementors look scary, they are... Wizards are good friends, you should be kind to them, let them feel your love, and then become friends with them."

The bookstore owner made a serious face, "Then why did the demented Minister of Magic not let dementors become his bodyguards, but instead hired a dozen Aurors to protect him?"

"More than a dozen?" Mrs. Weasley was stunned. "I heard that Aurors are in short supply recently."

"Yes, yes." The bookstore owner snorted, "Because the idle Aurors are all asked to protect the person who is afraid of death, has a bad mind, can't do anything, and brags about how great he is every day. Mr. Human Minister has gone."

Mrs. Weasley smiled awkwardly but politely.

"Le... Ang!" A scream sounded from the door, and everyone's eyes moved away from the books and fell on the door.

There was a man there, covering his crotch with both hands, his expression twisted and ferocious, as if an unknown part had received a fatal blow.

"Kevin, what's wrong with you?" The bookstore owner turned around and came back with a confused look on his face, "Why are you dancing in front of my store! Being too excited will attract those dementors!"

The man stared at his friend with a speechless expression. After a while, he suppressed the pain that penetrated his soul. "Ryan! Can't you move the pile of rotten branches at the door? You know it will bring in and out." How much trouble is it?"

"No!" the bookstore owner said firmly, "those are exorcism items."

"Huh?" The man's tone changed seven or eight times, and he obviously didn't believe the bookstore owner's nonsense.

"I prepared some spices and pine branches, and I will light them at the door soon." The bookstore owner said seriously, "You know, this is a very orthodox exorcism ritual!"

Veins were pulsing on the man's forehead. "That kind of thing is useless against dementors! Ryan, the idea of ​​pine branches and spices was originally thought up by Muggles. How effective do you think it will be?"

The bookstore owner seemed to have decided that the road was going to be dark. He said seriously, "How do you know this thing is useless against dementors? How do you know if you don't try it? Besides, this method was first given to Muggles by wizards. ! Maybe it has the effect of exorcising evil spirits?"

Probably because they were too bored during this period, the two adult wizards actually quarreled in the bookstore. Because they didn't want to get into trouble, Mrs. Weasley urged the young wizards to quickly choose their books and leave.

"Next..." Mrs. Weasley's eyes began to twitch just in the middle of her sentence, "Ron, your wand..."

Ron raised his head with a pleased expression.

His wand was broken last term, by that damn Whomping Willow!

As a result, he also set a record for the shortest wand usage period in the Weasley family.

Mrs. Weasley had been talking about him for a whole year, and breaking her wand not long after she got it was a slap in the face to Mr. Ollivander.

So, Mrs. Weasley was going to take Ron to buy a second-hand wand.

Hopefully this wand will calm this guy down a bit!