"You haven't heard of me before?" Draco repeated, frowning at Riddle. There was something... off about this. About everything that was going on. "Abraxas was my grandfather's name."
He looked around the shop again. It wasn't just that the place seemed cleaner, the merchandise was different as well. Only the cabinet seemed to be the same. There was no hand of glory, no cursed mirrors -- nothing. "My family's been shopping here for years and I've never heard of you."
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