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Chapter 6

Gently, Harry approached the sleeping man behind the counter, his voice filled with politeness and respect. He carefully observed the man's slumbering form, hoping for a response. To catch the man's attention, Harry tapped the counter lightly, causing the man to jolt awake. Undeterred, Harry tried again, this time with a touch of persistence in his voice. "Hello, sir. I would like to purchase these books, and if you have any knowledge about them, that would be greatly appreciated."

The man, who appeared to be on the heavier side, glanced at the frail boy standing before him. His eyes then shifted to the books that Harry had picked up. A smirk formed on his face as he contemplated how he could take advantage of the situation. Unbeknownst to Harry, the man had no prior knowledge of the book's existence, and their worn-out condition only fueled his desire to overcharge. With a sly grin, he looked back at the boy, his mind already concocting a plan. "That'll be 700 gallions each," the man declared, his voice dripping with deceit.

Harry's eyes narrowed as he stared defiantly at the man. He could sense the man's dishonesty and felt compelled to challenge him. "I bet you can't even read these books," Harry retorted, his voice laced with skepticism. He pointed to the two books written in parceltongue, a language known only to a select few. The man's confidence wavered for a moment, realizing that Harry had caught onto his scheme. The man cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Of course I can read these books," he insisted. He picked up the book written in Parseltongue and began to fumble through the pages. His eyes widened in surprise as he deciphered the ancient language. "This is an incredible book," he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine awe. "It contains a wealth of knowledge about the wizarding world that I have never encountered before."

Harry's expression softened as he watched the man's transformation. He could see that the man was genuinely passionate about the books, and his previous skepticism melted away.

"I apologize for my earlier remark," Harry said sincerely. "I was simply trying to test your honesty."

The man smiled. "I appreciate your frankness," he replied. "I am glad that you have come to see my true intentions."

"I am interested in purchasing these books," Harry reiterated. "But I am not sure if I can afford 700 gallions each."

The man stroked his beard thoughtfully. "I understand," he said. "These books are quite rare and valuable, but I am willing to negotiate."

He leaned in closer to Harry, his voice conspiratorial. "If you are willing to take both books, I will give you a special price of 1,200 gallions."

Harry considered the offer carefully.

Harry knew that he had to be careful with his money. He couldn't afford to spend to many galleons on books, even though he wanted them all.

He decided to approach the shopkeeper again and try to negotiate a better price.

"Excuse me, sir," Harry said. "I'm still interested in purchasing the two books , but I'm also interested in these other five books."

Harry held up the five other books that he had selected.

"I was wondering if you would be willing to give me a discount if I buy all seven books."

The shopkeeper looked at the books that Harry was holding. He knew that they were all valuable, but he also knew that Harry was on a tight budget.

"Alright," the shopkeeper said. "I'll give you a special price of 1000 galleons for all seven books."

Harry smiled. He had managed to save loads of galleons by negotiating with the shopkeeper.

"Thank you, sir," Harry said. "That's very generous of you."

Harry paid the shopkeeper and left the shop with his seven new books.

As Harry leisurely strolled out of the ancient bookstore, the atmosphere around him seemed to transform. The narrow alleyway he found himself in was cloaked in darkness, hidden away behind a colossal black concrete building. The dim lighting cast eerie shadows, adding an air of mystery to the scene. With each step he took down the uneven staircase, Harry's heart skipped a beat as he stumbled and nearly lost his balance. However, undeterred by the treacherous path, he persevered, determined to reach his destination.

Upon reaching the middle of the staircase, Harry suddenly halted, his curiosity piqued. It was at this moment that he made a decision that would change the course of his journey. Without the aid of his wand or uttering a single word, he skillfully shrunk his books and effortlessly slipped them into his pocket. With a newfound sense of purpose, he continued his descent down the broken staircase, his anticipation growing with each passing step.

Finally, as he reached the bottom, Harry's eyes fell upon a small, dilapidated hut-like structure. The faded sign hanging above the entrance caught his attention, revealing the name "Westphilia's Familiars." Intrigued by the possibilities that lay within, he eagerly stepped into the store. The sight that greeted him was nothing short of extraordinary. The shelves were lined with an array of fantastic beasts, their presence both awe-inspiring and slightly intimidating. However, it was the sight of the eggs that truly captivated Harry's imagination. He couldn't help but be drawn towards them, his curiosity overpowering any other thought in his mind.

As he approached the eggs, a peculiar sensation tugged at Harry's magical core, beckoning him towards the back of the shop. His eyes widened with wonder as he discovered a shrunken horntail dragon curled protectively around five eggs, two of which were adorned with a mesmerizing blend of black and orange specks. Each egg was adorned with sharp spikes, a testament to the power and strength that lay dormant within. Mesmerized by the sight, Harry found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the mother dragon, who seemed to be watching him with a mix of caution and curiosity. Driven by an inexplicable connection, Harry cautiously extended his hand and gently placed it on top of the nesting mother, inadvertently releasing a surge of his own magic. In an instant, he felt himself shrinking, his world transforming before his very eyes.