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Mrs. Weasley was confused, and Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief.

But Remy didn't pay attention to them. His attention was now focused on Ron's sister Ginny, and his fiery gaze made the little girl blush.

Sensing something unusual, Ron hurriedly coughed: "Remy, how is the business in the store lately?"

"It's okay, the compensation isn't much... Can you show me the crucible?" Remy said.

crucible?

Looking at the crucible and then at Remy's fiery gaze, Ron realized that it was not Ginny that Remy had been looking at before, but the crucible.

"What's so interesting about this cauldron? It's old, and so are the books inside." Ron said, handing the cauldron to Remy.

“I’ve recently become into antiques and old things that have a history.”

To explain, Remy took the crucible and pretended to observe it. Then he took out the books inside one by one and observed them carefully.

Until he saw a notebook, Remy's eyes flashed.

This is it!It’s really here!

"Looking at the cover, this notebook must be a few decades old, right? It's still so new inside. It's really rare... Can you give it to me? The price is easy to talk about." Remy asked, holding the notebook.

Mr. Weasley frowned momentarily as he looked at the notebook in Remy's hand.

"Ginny, I don't remember buying you this notebook. When did you put it in the cauldron?" Mr. Weasley asked seriously.

Ginny looked at the notebook in Remy's hand with a look of confusion in her eyes.

"I don't know, I didn't take it." Ginny shook her head and whispered.

"Ginny, you are not a good child if you steal things, and you are even less good if you lie again." Mrs. Weasley said.

Ginny suddenly became anxious, with tears almost in her eyes: "I'm not lying! I really didn't take it. I really don't know how it got into the crucible!"

Seeing Ginny's appearance, the Weasleys turned their attention to Ron at the same time, and Ron suddenly panicked.

"What do you think I did? If I stole it, why should I give it to Ginny? Besides, even if I steal it, it must be new. I don't like old things!" Ron said quickly.

The Weasleys looked at each other and nodded at the same time, seeming to agree with what Ron said, which made Ron sigh in relief.

"Then where did this notebook come from? Did you fall into it?" Harry asked curiously.

"Maybe." Hagrid took a small tea cup and drank the tea in it: "There are so many books in Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore, and when I just passed by, I saw so many people inside, maybe someone touched the bookshelf and fell down. .”

call……

Mr. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to Hagrid and looked at Remy.

"It should be like this, Remy, I'm afraid I have to take this notebook to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore to ask about the price, and I'll give it to you after I make up the money." Mr. Weasley said.

If you ask for the price, wouldn’t that expose you?

Remy smiled slightly: "It's okay. I know the store manager of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore very well. I can just give him the money later. It doesn't have to be so troublesome."

After speaking, Remy pointed to a shelf, which contained magic books.

"Those high-end magic books are from Flourish and Blotts Bookstore." Remy said.

"A magic book from Flourish and Blotts Bookstore?" Hermione frowned: "Can it be sold? Flourish and Blotts Bookstore is not far from here."

"They are just decorations to decorate the facade. I don't expect them to sell." Remy explained.

"Really? What types of books are they?"

"More than half of them are orphan copies that no one wants, and they basically only have collection value."

Orphan copy?

Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Can I take a look?" Hermione asked expectantly.

"Of course, you can go and watch it...the same goes for you, if you are interested, you can go and watch it." Remy said.

With Remy's agreement, Hermione cheered and ran towards the bookshelf, her brisk footsteps filled with joy.

"I just can't read. Every time I read, I fall asleep." Hagrid muttered and poured himself another cup of tea. Even a teapot seemed a bit small for his size.

"I can't read them either. I didn't even read the covers of those books after I bought them," Remy said.

"Don't you have any inventory?" Ron asked while eating the cake.

"Soul Bomb helped me arrange the goods." Remy said.

"Oh, right!" Ron's eyes suddenly lit up: "Where is the soul bomb? Have you returned to Hogwarts?"

"The goods are being sorted in the underground ice cellar... That damn place is too cold, so even though it can move around freely in it, it doesn't feel cold," Remy said.

"Real or fake? What kind of creature is it?" Ron asked.

Remy smiled mysteriously and did not answer Ron's question.

"Magical creatures... Remy, do you know about house elves?" Harry asked.

"I know, I've been thinking about buying a few recently to help look after the store. What's wrong?" Remy asked.

"A house elf found me during the holidays and intercepted the letters you wrote to me, so I didn't receive a single letter," Harry said.

Remy shook his head: "I didn't write you a letter, are you mistaken? Maybe the reason you didn't receive the letter was not because it was intercepted."

Harry: ...

People are tough!

"Ron wrote me a letter, and I saw it... That's not the point. The point is that it told me that I must not go to Hogwarts, otherwise... it seemed to mean that I would be in danger." Harry said.

"Oh." Remy nodded calmly: "So?"

"I think this is a prank, so I want to find out who is playing tricks on me. Do you have anything that can help me catch the house elf? I have a hunch that it will come to play tricks on me again!" Harry said.

"Caught regardless of life or death?" Remy asked.

"Uh... I just want to catch him alive and then ask for details," Harry said.

Remy shrugged: "Then you should ask Hagrid, who is the master of magical animals."

"No, no, I only know a limited number of magical creatures, and I can't be called a master." Hagrid said cheerfully: "But I haven't studied house elves, so I'm afraid I can't be of much help."

"Is there really nothing we can do?" Harry asked reluctantly.

"It's just a prank, why do you care so much?"

Remy raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and gently stroked his fingers on the notebook he just got.

As long as this notebook is in his hands, the problems Harry encounters can really only be mischief.

"Don't think so much." Remy stood up and pointed at the clock on the wall: "It's time for us to set off. If we are any later, we will miss the train to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Oh, damn! It's so late!"

"Hermione, stop reading, we're going to be late!"

"Remy, where are you going?"

"I need to pack my things. You can go first. You don't need to wait for me. We'll see you... at Hogwarts!"