Harry was delayed for a long time in Ollivanders. It was noon when he arrived at the store, and it was already afternoon. Harry didn't take two steps before he saw Hagrid looking around.
"I'm here! Hagrid!"
Harry waved his hand, and the giant immediately saw it.
"I thought you got lost." Hagrid said with a hearty smile, and then handed Harry an envelope.
"Dedalo Diego gave it to you. They heard what you said before, and everyone is very happy."
"What?" Harry scratched his head in confusion.
"We have forgotten too much. Those heroes are the ones we should remember the most."
Hagrid patted Harry on the shoulder, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, "You are also great, Harry. You told us the right things. Diego spent some effort to get this for you. It belongs to your parents." photo."
Hagrid thrust the envelope into Harry's arms, "You are a good boy, sensible, righteous, and upright."
"Thank you." Harry accepted the envelope and smiled sheepishly, "Thank you, and thank you Mr. Diego."
"Is there anything else you haven't bought? This backpack is pretty good, it's made of dragon skin, right?"
"I was delayed for a long time when I bought the wand. Mr. Ollivander gave it to me. He is a very good and powerful man. I haven't bought the other things yet, and I'm about to go now."
"Hahaha, choosing a wand is something worth spending time and effort on. It's still early and we have enough time."
"Let's go, you go buy uniforms first. I suddenly remembered that I still have something to pick up. See you later."
Hagrid walked Harry to the door of Madam Malkin's Robe Shop and strode away.
Madam Malkin is a short, fat witch with a nice smile and dressed in purple.
"Are you going to buy Hogwarts school uniforms, dear?" She said before Harry could say anything, "We have a lot of them here. To be honest, there are people trying on clothes right now. Hogwarts The school uniform is great, and it will look even better on you!"
As a professional tailor who has been practicing for twenty-five years, Mrs. Malkin has a very sharp eye. Harry's strong but not exaggerated muscles are the best clothes hanger. She likes such customers the most, no matter how skilled they are. Excellent, if a person is not good at wearing clothes, then it will be difficult for him to wear the clothes he wears.
Harry looked towards the hall. In front of a full-length mirror, there was a blond girl gesturing at some clothes. Her skin was extremely white, but it was not healthy white, but had a trace of bloodless color. It was pale, which made her face look sickly and vampire-like.
Harry had no interest in this type of girl. What he liked was sunshine, healthy breasts and long thighs, but the girl in front of him had nothing to do with her.
"Hey." The girl saw Harry's face in the mirror. She frowned and said in disgust, "What are you looking at!"
She glanced sideways at Harry, looked at his attire, and uttered a word that Harry heard for the first time but understood: "Fuck."
"Don't choose tight-fitting styles if you have small breasts. You won't be able to hold them up." Harry said unceremoniously, twitching the corners of his mouth to show sarcasm, "What's the point of hesitating?"
"You uneducated guy! Your parents didn't discipline you well, did they?"
The bared-toothed girl finally looked at the person with a straight face, some blood drained from her face, and her words were sharp.
"First of all, I won't say hello. Secondly, what's so good about you? Finally, if your parents don't discipline you well..."
While he was talking, Harry had already walked up to the girl, raised his hand, flexed his fingers, and made a clear sound.
"I won't be polite to you."
"Do you really think the whole world is your parents?"
She didn't expect that such a conflict would suddenly break out between two strangers when they met. Mrs. Malkin was a little panicked, and she quickly stepped forward.
"Miss Cassandra..."
But as soon as Mrs. Malkin opened her mouth, the girl pushed her away unceremoniously and said coldly: "Stay away from me."
She stared at Harry, as if she was about to turn into a poisonous snake and pounce on him and bite him hard. The red dot that popped up between her eyebrows was very eye-catching against the pale skin.
"I remember you, Mazhong!"
She spoke bitterly and raised her chin arrogantly.
"Did I let you go?"
Harry stretched out his hand to support the wardrobe, blocking her way.
"Wizard, pureblood, right?"
Harry looked at her exquisite outfit and said without doubt.
"Cassandra Malfoy," she said proudly.
"Ahem...what?"
Harry, who was choked and coughing, was a little dumbfounded, something seemed wrong.
But the person in front of her seemed to have misunderstood something, and the pride in Cassandra's eyes became even more intense. She folded her hands and hummed a few syllables: "Get away if you know you're afraid, don't be an eyesore here. "
"Maybe you didn't hear clearly what I just said."
Harry threw the mess aside and rubbed his brows. The wands had changed from small sticks to ebony and white ivory. He should accept the world more calmly.
"Maybe I should be more blunt."
Harry also crossed his hands, his bulging chest muscles could still dance, and the girl in front of him turned black with anger.
"Apologize."
"What?!" she spat out in surprise, and then looked at Harry with an unbelievable look.
"Me?" She pointed at herself, "Apologise?"
"Ha~"
It was as if I heard some joke, a joke that made me laugh out loud, "You deserve it too..."
"Pa~"
Another snap of her fingers, much heavier than the previous one. Cassandra, who was in tears, took half a step back. Harry took a breath, and his strong muscles were filled with blood and tightened, and his figure suddenly became stronger. Three points.
"Your parents should teach you how to speak correctly to other people."
Harry took half a step forward, and the aggressive heat on his body seemed a bit aggressive.
"That's not a good word, is it, Miss Malfoy?"
"Do you really think that pure blood means something? That you are superior to others?" Harry sneered. "The less a person has, the more he cares. By the way, it's only the beasts who care about whether their blood is pure or not, because like that You can sell it for more money, so why should people fight for it? Do you think you are inherently inferior to others, so you have to raise the price?"
"you--"
"I said, apologize."
Harry raised his eyebrows, "I don't want to say it a third time."
His voice became colder, and he looked down at the girl condescendingly.
The two were in a stalemate for a while, and a small voice said: "Yes... I'm sorry..."
"Um?"
"I said! I'm sorry!"
She almost gritted her teeth and spoke. She couldn't speak up to Harry, and she couldn't admit that she was inherently inferior to others. She had to use pure blood to improve herself. Cassandra, who was completely defeated in both language and force, could only choose to bow her head.
"Very good, it seems you can still be saved."
"Choose the third set. Although it's a bit mediocre, it's not hopeless."
Harry turned around, placed his backpack on a chair nearby, and then took off his coat, revealing his upper body outlined by a black T-shirt.
"Please measure the size, Mrs. Malkin. The fabric should be highly elastic and breathable. Just choose the best one."
The storm of the confrontation subsided. After being stunned for a moment, Mrs. Malkin hurriedly began to measure. She glanced at Cassandra holding clothes on the side sheepishly, but the girl did not notice her.
Not long after, Harry completed the tailoring. In addition to the robes, the Hogwarts school uniforms also include several sets of short clothes that are suitable for sports. These are the ones Cassandra chose just now.
"I want this, and it will be delivered to my house when the time comes."
Cassandra spoke to Mrs. Malkin in a cold tone, and threw away a set of clothes she had chosen. Harry glanced at it, and saw that it was the third style he just mentioned. Although it was not convex at the front or curvy at the back, it still had its advantages. Yes, for example, the waist is very thin.
"name."
"you ask me?"
Their eyes met again, but they were still cold.
"Harry Potter, we will meet at Hogwarts soon, Miss Cassandra Malfoy."
"I remember you." She narrowed her eyes and planned to leave.
"I'm curious, do you have an older brother or younger brother named Draco?"
Cassandra paused, "Humph~" She raised her chin and nodded briefly, "My brother."
After seeing her leave, Harry put on his coat and stretched.
"Oh my, the world is getting more and more interesting."
