Chapter 307: Cursed Objects in Diagon Alley?! (I)
Darcie didn't hurl herself toward the stall.
She had many friends, but none were closer than calmness and composedness. Darcie thought of all she could, as much as her age and brilliant mind allowed her, at least.
The first thing that struck her as odd was the seller himself. There was almost a guarantee that there were no cursed objects on display, as he wouldn't have gotten the permit from the ministry to set up the stall without a thorough screening of the objects.
However, a sense of oddity remained in her heart.
The second thing was the low number of objects.
There were truly too few, only a dozen or so.
Darcie had not forgotten that it was a 3-day long fair, and this was only the first night.
Logic told that one must put as many good items on display as possible to garner the attention of the customers. But this second point didn't adhere to logic.
Darcie reflected the seller wasn't overly enthusiastic about selling the objects himself.
It's almost like he knows some people will come to buy his items by themselves, Darcie thought, her eyes narrowing. Should I call father?
She did have a mind to bring her father into the picture. Once he was to know what Dobby had told her, he would take care of the situation in no time.