Chapter Forty

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I said goodbye to the kind clerk after leaving with eight brand new quills. It was best to return to the Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour sooner than later. I took my back and made my way towards the main square.

I turned around towards the Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour when something particular caught my eye. I turned around and saw a purple turban and long purple robes swishing at his feet. Quirnes Quirrel with Lord Voldemort on the back of his head, he walked out of an alley and seemed to be headed towards the Junkshop I sharpened my mental shields and put innocent memories that revealed not particular about me in the front.

It was the place where you could get particular items second hand. For curiosities sake I decided to follow and if he did not enter I would, to throw him off my back. I kept walking a steady pace and noticed that he did not keep up with his previous pace and slowed down. I acted like I did not notice and walked past him. I felt his stare behind me as my head started to feel like it was being bored through.

Not with ill intend but more with a particular interest, I ignored it and walked into the junk shop without a second glance. Once I entered with my expensive clothes and perfect little appearance the eyes of the people in the store turned. I pretended to look around as I wanted to find something.

I heard the door open behind me and the odd feeling of a stare return. I ignore it and walk through the junk shop in need of finding something. I looked into the book section and pretended to look extremely pleased I turned towards the books and started reading the covers of the different books stacked on top of each other. I merely look at the covers pretending to look for a book. But as I actually looked at the books I found some interesting books to read which were not apart of my book collection. From a big stack of books, I used wandless magic to slightly lift the books on top of the book I wanted.

No one seemed to notice except for Quirrel who seemed to still be watching me. I pretended to look around quickly before pulling the book out and sliding the book in my arms. I turned around and pretended to be utterly shocked like a deer caught in headlights by Quirrel who was still staring at me. Quirrel also seemed slightly caught off guard by me looking at him.

I nodded in his direction and placed a single finger on my lips while I gave a small smirk. After all first appearances were important. I looked down at my book again, it was dusty but there seemed to be no real issues with the book itself. It was perfectly intact and only one knut.

the title had golden ink in the cover. "Majestic dark arts for the witty," It only went into a swallow depth on the real dark arts but the magic used in the book were now legal, and perfect for fighting in magic tournaments or dragons or duelling in general. I took the book to the counter and 'accidentally' bumped into Quirrel. I stumbled to the ground like he did while he let go of the thing he had gotten while I was busy admiring the book.