Ron-Weasly book 2. part 2

It was Mr. Malfoy. When he reached his son, he put his hand on his shoulder and grinned, just like Draco.

"Hello, Lucius," his father greeted him coldly.

"I heard that the Ministry has added jobs. All these raids, you know! Do they even pay you overtime?"

With that, he reached into Ginny's cauldron and dug out an old, battered textbook, The Beginner's Guide to Reincarnation, among Lockhart's glossy books.

"Apparently not," he sighed. "Is it worth shaming the name of a wizard if you don't even get paid for it?"

The father blushed even more deeply than the children. Yeah, with his habit of spending half his earnings on his Muggle quirks, like kicking in the balls with a sickle.

"We have different ideas about what dishonors the name of a wizard, Mr. Malfoy," he snapped.

"It's obvious." Malfoy turned his gray eyes to Hermione's parents, who were looking at the escalating quarrel with fear. "Who are you hanging out with! There's nowhere to fall lower."

By the way, how did they get into the Leaky Cauldron? There are also distraction charms for Muggles. Are they squibs?

Then Dad couldn't stand it either. Kicking the pathetically clanking cauldron, he rushed at Mr. Malfoy, grabbed him by the chest and threw him onto a bookshelf.

"I'll show you how to hurt my friends," He shouted, catching the heavy books falling on him with his back.

"That's him, Father! Hit him hard!" The twins were screaming.

"Arthur! Please don't," my mother begged.

The crowd rushed to the exit, sweeping away bookshelves in its path.

"Lady! Please stop!" the salesman was struggling, trying to restore order.

"It's a pure madhouse! Get the fuck out of here!" A voice boomed out.

Of course, it was Hagrid rushing to help. He easily overcame the rubble of books and in the blink of an eye pulled the brawlers apart. My father had a split lip, and Mr. Malfoy had a huge black eye, the mark of a blow from a thick Encyclopedia of Toadstools. The elder Malfoy still had Ginny's textbook in his hands. He put it back into the cauldron, and his eyes twinkled maliciously.

"Here's your book, girl. Your father can't buy a better one."

With these words, he freed himself from Hagrid's arms, looked expressively at his son, and both hurried away.

"And why, Arthur, are you paying attention to the damned" Hagrid muttered and began tugging at his father's robes, almost knocking him to the floor. This family, vestimo, is rotten to the core! Don't worry so much about them. Bad blood! Let's go outside quickly."

The whole company left the store. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were trembling with fear, and Mom was seething with rage.

"You're setting a good example for the kids.... Fight in public... God! What Gilderoy Lockhart will think."

"Gilderoy Lockhart was on top of bliss!" Fred reassured his mother. "I didn't hear how he asked that guy from the newspaper to insert a battle scene into the report. I've heard of it. Totally obsessed with popularity!"

We went to pay for the textbooks, to the lamentation of the seller that he would no longer get involved with the crowd of fans of this hero.

Our whole company entered the Leaky Cauldron with their heads down. The Grangers left the inn through the opposite exit leading to London Street. The father started to ask them how the bus stops work, but when he caught his wife's eye, he obediently fell silent. It was time to get back to the Burrow, and Harry and my family hurried to the fireplace.

I hope Harry gets there okay this time.