HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 153 Foolish Harry

"What did I just say!" Lucius, who had just finished talking with Borgin, watched his son curiously examine something and angrily shoved his scepter at Draco.

While Lucius was disciplining his son, Bokin secretly took a Galleon.

"Don't touch it." Draco, glared at by his father, dared not move.

“That’s right.” Lucius glared at his son with displeasure.

"I'm sorry, Dad." Draco knew he had done something wrong and immediately apologized to his father.

"Let's go." Despite his anger, Lucius had no choice but to put away his scepter, knowing he had no control over his son.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Malfoy. Welcome back again." Borgin bowed humbly as he saw the Malfoy father and son off.

Harry only came out of the hiding place after he saw Malfoy and his son leave and Borgin also leave.

Just as he was about to walk to the shop door, Borgin, who had just left, suddenly appeared and grabbed Harry.

"Are you looking for something?" Borgin asked Harry curiously.

"No, I just went to the wrong place, sorry," Harry replied nervously.

Upon hearing Harry say this, Borgin released his grip on Harry's hand.

"Thank you." Harry said, opening the shop door and walking out.

Harry, who had just stepped out of the shop, had no idea where he was. Everywhere he looked, there were wizards in black robes, and a few wizards who looked like vagrants.

Suddenly an old witch rushed out and said, "You're not lost, are you, my dear?"

"I'm fine, thank you." Although Harry was startled by being suddenly grabbed, he remained calm as he answered the old witch's questions.

“I’m going…” Harry turned around and prepared to leave.

“Come with us, we’ll help you get back.” The old witch grabbed Harry and wouldn’t let go. Several more ugly-looking wizards appeared behind Harry, and he was surrounded by a group of wizards.

"Please don't." This time Harry was scared; these people didn't look like good people.

"I advise you to stay away from Harry." Just then, I finally found Harry's location through my sugar daddy and Apparated to his side.

“Child, I advise you not to meddle in other people’s business.” The old witch grabbed Harry’s hand, but I grabbed it, and she struggled to pull her hand away.

"Get lost." With a little bit of white tiger blood infused into it, the emerald pupils of the person wearing glasses turned white, and a patch of black hair suddenly turned white as if highlighted.

I grabbed the old witch's hand and crushed her hand bones with a slight force.

"Ah~" the old witch screamed in pain. I threw her away with one hand, and the group of people who had just surrounded Harry were thrown far away by the old witch's body.

Even the ugly wizards who weren't hit were stunned; how could this child be so powerful?

"Are you still going to fight or not? If not, get out of my way." I looked impatiently at the stunned group of people opposite me.

Seeing that the group had left a path for us, I grabbed Harry's hand and led him outside, but I didn't let my guard down.

"Avada Kedavra." Upon hearing this incantation, I immediately pulled Harry into my arms, and together we dodged the Killing Curse.

After dodging the Killing Curse, I cast a wandless spell and threw a 'Shattered Bones' spell back, blasting the wizard who had just ambushed us to smithereens. Harry, who was leaning against me, didn't see anything.

"Those who want to suffer the same fate as him, keep casting spells," I said fiercely to the remaining ugly wizards.

The remaining group dared not cast any more spells. This child was not someone to be trifled with; he could dodge the Killing Curse with his bare hands. They could only watch us leave.

"Alright, Harry, let me see if you're hurt anywhere." He pulled Harry out of his arms and lifted his chin to check his face for any injuries.

"Ayers, I'm not hurt." If it weren't for the black dust covering Harry's face, I could have seen his flushed cheeks.

"Don't mispronounce words again next time. You're lucky you were able to recover from mispronouncing words with Floo Powder. It would be a tragedy if you disappeared somewhere." I took out a handkerchief, used magic to gather some water to moisten it, and then gently washed Harry's face.

"I understand," Harry said softly. Ayers' face was very close, and he could only see it vaguely.

“Let’s go to Flourish and Blotts, they’re waiting for us.” Give Harry a ‘freshly cleaned’ treatment, then a ‘restored to new’ treatment to fix his glasses.

If I remember correctly, there was another problem: taking Harry to Flourish and Blotts.

We ran into Hermione at the owl shop on the way, and she came out to greet us when she saw us.

When we arrived at Flourish and Blotts, we saw a long queue. We followed the queue and finally saw Mrs. Weasley and her family.

"Oh, Harry, thank goodness you're alright." Mrs. Weasley was relieved to see the two of us.

"Mrs. Weasley, where are George and Fred?" I only saw Ron and Ginny with Mrs. Weasley.

“George, Fred, and Percy didn’t like Gilderoy Lockhart’s books, and they said they had other classmates to meet and left,” Mrs. Weasley said.

There's no way around it; those two troublemakers, George and Fred, definitely don't like reading, so how could they not run away? And Percy, a top student whom I've guided to read a wide variety of books, would never be interested in a book written by a good-for-nothing like Gilderoy Lockhart.

Only someone like Mrs. Weasley and Hermione would be so deeply involved. I glanced meaningfully at Mrs. Weasley and Hermione beside me.