Harry had not been this badly frightened in quite some time!
He had just ducked low and slipped into the tent behind Malfoy. Before he could even look around at what Borgin and Burkes, the shop specializing in Dark Magic items, had become, Draco's bewildered gray eyes met his.
Had he been discovered?
With his scalp tingling, Harry remained crouched awkwardly by the entrance, not daring to move.
Had the wind lifted the Invisibility Cloak when he rushed in just now, letting Malfoy spot something suspicious, or was there some other reason?
Harry pressed his lips tightly together and nervously watched Malfoy, who, from his angle, did indeed seem to be looking straight at him.
But Harry quickly realized that he had not been discovered.
Malfoy's gaze was indeed directed this way, but his eyes were focused behind Harry.
A few seconds of silence stretched out like a century.
Fortunately, Malfoy did nothing. After his eyelids twitched, he silently turned around and walked deeper into the shop.
Whew—
Harry instinctively let out a breath, but immediately covered his mouth once he came back to his senses.
Glancing behind him, Harry immediately understood what had aroused Malfoy's suspicion.
Because he had inevitably brushed against the tent flap when barging in, its swaying was clearly far too pronounced—
Malfoy was much more alert than Harry had imagined.
Harry's heart tightened, and he became even more cautious.
Just as before, the goods displayed in the shop did not look respectable at all:
Shriveled hands, bloodstained playing cards, human bones in all sorts of shapes, and magical artifacts emanating an ominous aura.
All of it disgusted Harry.
Mr. Borgin was clearly not as generous as the Goblins of Gringotts or most Diagon Alley shopkeepers. The tent he was using temporarily was much narrower than