"Father can I have that!" Harry called out pointing at the withered hand on a blood red cushion. "Ah! The hand of glory!" Borgin crowed gleefully as he made to move towards the children, but Tom and Lucius once again blocked his path."Insert a candle and it only gives light to the holder! Best friend of thieves and plunderers! Your son has great taste Mr LeClair" Borgin grinned. "My son will amount to much more than a lowlife thief or plunderer" Tom sneered. "Of course sir, no offense sir" Borgin nodded as he whispered his pathetic apologies. "I am in a hurry Borgin, and would like to get this moving" Tom snapped. "Of course sir" as Borgin tried to Haggle with Lucius and Tom, Harry walked around glancing at cases and shelves with Draco and Hermione behind him.