Inside the dark, scary shop, there were a lot of scary things. There was a man standing in front of the counter or counter. It looked scary, like everything else here. His face is bruised, as if out of war. In a corner not far from the counter is a box. Or because it had a door and a handle. I was watching, Marvolo was talking to the man. The frightening man's name was Borgin. It was the first time I heard such a name. Mr. Borgin had called Marvolo 'Tom'. I was back to Marvolo. "Your name isn't Marvolo? My father's name was Tom too." the man looked at me. "Tom is my nickname." said. He was looking a little scary, so I didn't say anything else.
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𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 ➽ 𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚
Fanfiction-English Translation- ❝Maybe I'll die, but you will be here as a part of me...❞ Inside the huge garden, he had opened his arms like an airplane with the red balloon in his hand. He was running, laughing at the same time. His father was chasing him a...
