Diagon Alley was filled with a loud babble of voices, there were no more boarded up windows and shop fronts and it shone again in its old splendor. The witches and wizards who were out here stopped again to talk and you had to be careful not to lose your companions, it was so full. Harry turned up his collar and pushed his wizard hat low over his forehead. Now that he was here, he regretted not taking his Invisibility Cloak with him. He hated it when people stared at him and pointed at his scar with outstretched fingers. Actually he was used to it and yet it made him uncomfortable. But now nobody seemed to have noticed him.
They were walking slowly past Ollivander's reopened store when Harry thought of something. He looked back at Ron and Hermione, the two of them still carrying their captured wands. He quickly grabbed her arms "Come with me ..." and pulled her through the door. The bell rang. “Mr. Ollivander ...?” The old wandmaker pushed his way through the curtain that separated his warehouse from the rest of the shop. "Harry Potter ... Miss Granger ... Miss Weasley ... Mr. Weasley! Nice to see you." Harry grinned and positioned the perplexed two in front of him. “My best friends would like to have wands that go with them again.” Mr. Ollivander winked and disappeared into his camp. Harry sat down in the three-legged chair and Ginny leaned against the counter. "Hmm ..." they heard Ollivander mutter between the shelves. "... vine and dragon heart fibers ... don't you Miss Granger? ... one moment ...!" He came back with two magic wand boxes. No matter how much Ron and Hermione protested, Harry bought them the wands, as did their old folks. “Without you I wouldn't have done any of this!” He said firmly as they left the shop. "Don't grumble now or I'll bring them back! Now let's go shopping, then we can go to George's shop."“HARRY POTTER!” Suddenly shrieked behind them. They spun on their heels. A group of young witches hurried towards them. “Oh shit!” Ron gasped. “Run!” Yelled Harry. The four stormed off and snaked through the crowd. People turned to look at him and some loudly ripen his name. “I wish I didn't look like me!” At that moment he was dragged sideways into a shop. "Uh, what's lo ... Oh no, not her!"
Ginny, Hermione and Ron stopped panting in a doorway. "I think you'd rather, in contrast, against ..." Ginny gasped, looking around for her boyfriend. "... Voldemort fight ...!" Ron exhaled with a whistle. “Hey Ron, get used to it!” Hermione moaned. “WHERE'S HARRY? HARRY?” “Ger is right behind us. Don't yell.” Ron started and looked around with Hermione. "Oh damn. Where is he? Shit, we've lost Harry!"

What have I done to deserve this? Harry sat in a purple flannel-covered dentist's chair, staring at the man in front of him, slightly perturbed. "I'll do the makeover for you for free. Just a photo with the two of us, plus an autograph. The picture will then be on the cover of the Daily Prophet. The two best-looking, brightest and most popular wizards of the time." No change. The man wore a purple cloak with a matching pointed hat and was beaming. Its white, over bleached; Teeth blinded Harry. Torture. "If I also sign, it will be worth twice as much. Because I am really good at handwriting!" "Self-loving idiot," Harry muttered. Gilderoy Lockhart hadn't changed since they last met, and that was Christmas three years ago. Apart from that, he wasn't wearing a bathrobe, but that terrible drape, the kind of which he had already worn at Hogwarts. "Professor Lockhart? I would like to go!"Lockhart laughed and reached into a drawer." Harry, Harry, Harry! I can't just let her go now! Just keep still. "" Never in my life! "Harry wanted to jump out of the chair, but something was holding him back. He looked down at himself, he was chained to the chair. He clumsily tried to reach for his wand. He hadn't forgotten what had happened the last time you were Lockhart On him, Harry had been lying in the hospital wing, boneless in his right arm. An experience he didn't want to repeat. "Petrifikus totalus! "Harry felt himself freeze. He struggled silently against the clamp, but he had always had problems with unsaid spells. Lockhart rummaged through his drawers. Some dangerous looking gadgets came to light." So, Mr. Potter, they are the same another person they will soon be in the same league as me and they could then also be counted by witches week. Great right? "And he approached ominously freaked out.

"Where can he be? He couldn't have vanished into thin air!" The three friends hurried up and down Diagon Alley. For the third time they passed Florish & Blotts, Eylops Eulenkaufhauf and Florian Fortescues ice cream parlor. They had even been to Gringotts twice. “He's probably sitting somewhere with his fans and can be celebrated while we're looking for him!” Ron grumbled when he looked through the window of the magical minagerie for the fourth time. “RON!” Hermione put her hands on her hips reproachfully. "Harry would never do that. Or would he?" She glanced around at Ginny, unsettled. She pulled her eyebrows together and bit her lower lip. "We should repeat our steps again. When was the last time we saw or heard Harry?" Ron and Hermione thought as Ginny paced up and down in front of them. "So the last time I saw him was in front of Ollivanders and the last time I heard him was on our escape."Ron broke her silence. Ginny stared at him." Yeah, you're right. That was the last thing I noticed. But where was that? "She looked around the busy street. How could you find your friend here again and it wasn't Harry's turn to just disappear." It could have been back there. But I'm not certain. "Ron sighed." Let's look there again, it's not like we've been there first. "Hermione stepped on his foot." Hagrid is really right! "She hissed angrily." You have less sensitivity than a blunt ax. "

Ginny pretended not to hear anything. She was sorry. These constant arguments between the two of them, as if she didn't know what had been at Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione, the two were hopeless. How they managed to cover everything was a mystery to her. “I'll check anyway!” She explained and trotted back in the direction from which they had come. “Hey wait, Ginny!” And both Ron and Hermione hurried after her. "That doesn't work. We can't search forever." Ron grumbled. Hermione looked around. “Are you sure Ginny it was here?” “Not a hundred percent, but it was here somewhere!” Hermione's gaze caught on a shop sign. "Oh, can it be that ...?" She looked questioningly at the others. They followed her gaze. Ginny made a grimace and Ron laughed: "If so, then I'll laugh! Gilderoy Lockhart's purple salon, what's the name. Who would go in there voluntarily, I mean except for Umbrigde and Lockhart themselves. That's exactly their colors ... "But he fell silent when the door opened. “Honor me again. Ciao!” “Once involuntarily and never again!” Yelled the customer who was just leaving the shop. “I'd rather go out with the giant octopus!” Lockhart just smiled pityingly and closed the door.

The wizard descended the steps and stomped angrily towards her. “Harr!” Ginny shouted, falling on his neck.But Harry pushed her away and turned to Ron. “How bad is it?” Ron grinned widely. “How bad is what?” He asked unconvincingly. "Hermione" "It's really not that bad, Harry. I can edit it, but not remove it. At most modify it, but I need a mirror for that." "I don't want to know how to get it away, okay, but first I want to know what it is! "Harry moaned at her. "Not so aggressive, man. You wouldn't stand out next to Luna, neon-pink streaks are full in. I don't know if it's true, but I guess!" Ron raised both thumbs and had a convulsive laugh. “Wonderful!” Ginny smiled and hugged him. "I still like you. Besides, you'd be a great match for Arnold." She paused when she saw Harry's face. "Before you scream, George must have a mirror. The shop is not far." The prospect of fitting into a mini muff wasn't exactly great, but Harry forced himself to smile anyway. Together they now strived for "Weasley's magical magic jokes".

It flashed, hissed and cracked. The shop window was as brightly colored as ever. However, the door was curtained in black and had a photo of Fred emblazoned on it. Ron froze with his hand on the handle. The photo moved, like all pictures in the Magical World, and it was the laugh that they would only see in simple form, if at all. The door opened and a group of cackling Hogwarts students came out with loads of cardboard boxes. Against the flow of customers striving outside, the group around Harry pushed into the shop. It was almost bursting at the seams, and it was almost impossible to get to the shelves. They squeezed through the endless mass of students, the counter seemed a long way off. But you could also pass the time with the eternal stop an go. Ron, who towered over most of them by several heads, read the product descriptions on the shelves.The range had expanded enormously. There were the sweet treats the twins had perfected in their senior year at Hogwarts. Peruvian instant dark powder, long ears, canary cream slices, love potions, mini muffs, pimple cream, you-never-shit-more, daydreams, edible hangmen, joke sticks, tongue toffees, spell checkers and much, much more. "The place must be magically enlarged," he whispered in Ginny's ear. "WHAT DID YOU SAY? WHAT CALVES ARE MISSING? WHAT ARE YOU TELLING FOR CRAP?" She roared against the noise around her. “Oh, FORGET IT!” He yelled back.

At that moment Ron reached the sales counter with a big TARA. In the chaos he hadn't paid attention to his steps and had flown straight over the counter. “Ahh!” “Ron!” “That's stupid!” He cursed and got to his feet. “Don't demolish my shop, brother.” George had stepped out of the back room and was pushing Ron out from behind the counter.