, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "Do you want this one?" Harry pointed to at least six floors of the bookcase, "That copy of "Fletlen's 1980 Edition of Basic Theory of Curses"?"
"Yes, that's it." He said frustratedly, "But I can't reach it. Harry, help me."
Harry was holding a pile of books, but now he had one hand free to touch her head - although he was not much taller, he often did this to children younger than Charles when he went to school - and said with a smile : "You are a wizard, so what if you can't reach it?"
Just when she was about to say that a wizard needs a wand to cast magic, and she couldn't even spell a word now, she saw Harry waving towards the book, and then there seemed to be a line between his finger and the book, and the latter was The former guided it and slowly floated into her hand, which made her open her mouth in surprise.
"...You can cast magic without a wand?" A boy walked over from the bookshelf next door. He walked slowly and spoke as slowly as he walked, but with the same surprise on his face, "Which wizard are you from? ?”
He had a rather confused look on his face, and after being stunned for a while, Harry finally understood what this boy who looked to be the same age as him meant. He shook his head and said kindly: "Sorry, you misunderstood - I think Xavier is not a prominent wizard's surname."
When he said this, he was also looking at the boy who was too delicate, and nervously recalled what Charles taught him - obviously well-made clothes, even the cuffs were polished exquisitely and smoothly, and the diamonds inlaid on them sparkled. , not to mention that this boy also has a very authentic British accent, and his appearance is more outstanding and dazzling than his clothes. He is an aristocrat, and he is undoubtedly an aristocrat.
How can a race that has existed for thousands of years be divided into classes? This is what Charles analyzed with him, and——
——"If your posture is inappropriate, or more serious, and doesn't suit their liking, it will be difficult for them to make friends with you in the beginning, Harry," Charles pretended to be relaxed, "Maybe it's a little serious, but I Think, Harry, no one would hate being polite, no one would reach out and slap someone who smiled kindly at you, would they?"
Harry knew that Charles was right - he was always right, so Harry kept his father's every word in mind. As the boy looked at him, he looked at the boy again.
Her short, light golden hair, which could even be called platinum, was slicked back and combed back. Her skin was almost transparent, as if covered with a layer of ice and snow, and her gray-blue eyes seemed to have shining jewels. There is no doubt that this is a beautiful head. This is an extremely handsome boy. Unfortunately, the arrogance on his face and the slightly raised chin clearly say the words "I am not approachable".
To be honest, Harry felt that this guy was like a natural workmanship that had been polished at a later stage. It seemed that anyone who stood next to him would become rough. If there was anyone who could compare to his handsome appearance... it was probably only his father. . Maybe an aunt who can change her appearance can too?
——This was Harry's first impression of Malfoy when he saw him for the first time.
"Xavier? I have never heard of this surname," the blond boy raised his eyebrows slightly suspiciously, and said in a very absolute tone, "It is impossible for an adult wizard to cast spells without a wand - are your parents both wizards?"
Although his attitude was arrogant enough, Harry could still hear the surprise in his tone.
Harry was about to answer no, when he remembered that his real parents seemed to be wizards. So he nodded and replied: "Yes, they are all. Are you also a first-year student?" He tried to initiate a plain and friendly conversation. Of course, the best result would be that this boy with a noble background could not pay attention. in his abilities.
What is the purpose of a wand for a wizard, and how to use it? Because these two issues still need to be verified, Harry's wand has not yet warmed up in his pocket. Considering the consequences of using the wrong wand, he is really not sure what to do with such a thing without permission.
"Of course." The boy raised his chin proudly, and Harry discovered that in addition to his very attractive front face, he even had a perfect profile, "My father and my mother are choosing an absolutely perfect pet for me. How about you? ? Why would your parents let you come to a place like a bookstore alone?" He glanced at the place with disgust, "If the textbooks weren't all prescribed, I could find better books than them from my study room. "
"But the book is updated all the time, isn't it?" Although Harry didn't quite understand what he meant, he knew how to change the subject of such people. "However, this store is indeed too small - I think it can be considered Open a branch or renovate it next year, as dangerous accidents can easily occur in such a crowded place."
The boy showed a very decent and proud smile: "Maybe it's because the books here are always so cheap and ordinary - you know, books that are truly ancient, historical, and can bring people knowledge are not easily sold," he said scornfully He also said proudly, "Some people work hard all their lives but never see a single page of its catalog."
Taking a deep breath, obviously unable to bear the silent disregard, Harry patted her shoulder comfortingly, turned to the boy and said, "You sound like you know a lot, that's amazing!"
One of the teachings of Xavier's family: When you meet people with arrogant attitudes and really prominent backgrounds, you must first praise them and work hard to achieve your goals - if they really deserve your praise.
"It's nothing, every pure-blood family knows this...wait a minute," the sharp blue eyes stared at Harry, and the boy walked towards Harry step by step, his tone becoming more and more threatening, "Why do I feel that I seem to have seen you somewhere? Wait, is it Professor Snape who brought you to buy something? I saw him bring a boy into the wand shop today!"
Harry touched his nose in embarrassment: "Yes, of course - what's the problem? I heard that he is my mother's friend."
"Of course there is a problem!" The boy's voice was filled with a little anger, and his tone was sharp and high-pitched. "Snape is rarely responsible for leading people to purchase. The son of a friend? This is not enough! Unless you have some very special identity! An ordinary pure How could a child from the blood family let him do the shopping? Wait, I happened to hear that among this year's freshmen, there are famous ones..."
"You are more like a census worker than a policeman." He felt that this boy was a bit annoying, so he couldn't help but ask, "Who is Harry and what does it have to do with you?"
"Harry R, if that's what you want to say." Harry admitted simply, "However, I didn't lie. My last name is Xavier now - if you are angry about this, I'm sorry. Well... Maybe I'll be lucky enough to learn your name?"
The wording of this question is too difficult to remember, Dad, Harry thought to himself, but thank you for the tutoring.
He tentatively stretched out a hand to the boy. The latter's expression actually improved when he heard the apology, and he put his hand up after a few seconds.
"·Malfoy." The boy's voice sounded very cold and arrogant, but Harry felt that he had lost his temper. "So, you are really that Harry·R?"
Harry held his hand, shook it, and said nonchalantly, "If you mean the son of James·R and Lily·R, then yes, I am, but my surname is Xavier now...why are you looking at me like that? , what’s the problem with this?”
Swallowing hard, he muttered: "You... Harry, I mean, this problem now..."
"This problem is a bit big now!" The response was very quick. Looking at the crowd who suddenly fell silent because of Harry's words, he decisively gave an order: "If you don't want to be surrounded by people shaking hands, just leave quickly."
"What?" Harry didn't understand.
He didn't need to understand anymore, he would understand everything in the next second.
The bookstore seemed to have been dropped by a bomb. After the explosion, everyone from Harry's place near the bookshelf turned their attention here, and the situation spread in a circle like a virus.
"harry·r?"
"harry·r?!"
"Oh merlin!!! It's harry·r!!!"
"It's him! I saw his scar! Oh my god, I remembered, he is eleven years old this year!!"
…
Harry realized for the first time that his name could be pronounced with such ups and downs and shocked people's hearts. It was like Uncle Eric's to metal. It attracted and shocked everyone as soon as it appeared. He finally realized Yes, this is indeed a serious problem.
——Think about it, if a famous Hollywood star is found in a crowded place, such as a shopping mall?
Harry made a decisive decision, put down all the books, held them with one hand, and held them with the other. Regardless of the red faces of the girl and the boy, he whispered: "Quick, hold me tight, let's go!"
At the same time, he kept chanting in his head - we can't see, we can't see, we can't see us...
Then he started to run away, running towards the door of the bookstore with his life.
"Leave? How did you leave...how did you do it!" When he thought about the crowds, he felt disgusted and irritated. He regretted that he spoke louder just now, but immediately, his surprise turned into a low voice in the middle of the mouth. Not only because they really rushed out, but also because the crowd was even more excited, but now, instead of shouting 'harry·r is here', they shouted 'harry·r is missing! '.
"They are shouting that we are missing!" He shouted breathlessly while following Harry as he ran for his life, "But we -"
"Keep your voice down," Harry reminded quickly, "I can't blind their hearing yet! I can only make them ignore us and not see our existence!"
"There's no way you can use the Ignore Curse!" He stared wide-eyed and whispered in disbelief, "Even if you are Harry·R, it's impossible! My dad said that this is a senior-level spell!"
"Well, actually I would be happier if you could call me Harry Xavier." Harry tried hard to lead the two of them out in the crowd. "Also, this is indeed not an ignoring curse, it is just... my father taught me A little trick of mine.”
"...Wait, my God, I have indeed heard of this, but, but, I mean," She is a smart girl, and she is also an orthodox British person. The news and rumors she has read all of a sudden... Snowflakes flew through her mind, and she covered her mouth in surprise, "Professor Xavier is -"
"Shh, shh," Harry quickly covered her mouth and said in a panic, "this is the wizarding world!"
"What?" Nao looked at the two of them doubtfully, not knowing what they were talking about. He looked up at the surroundings and suddenly saw the man walking towards the door of the bookstore. He immediately put the question behind him, "My father coming!"
As if he finally realized what he was doing, he quickly corrected his posture, and his thin lips wriggled a few times - as if the person who was startled just now was not him. He raised his chin and looked directly at Harry with his gray-blue eyes, "I think you should know that our family is famous in the wizarding world - so do I have the honor to invite you to have lunch with me?"
Her eyes widened, and she wanted to say something, such as whether she was treated like air, but when she saw Harry blinking at her, she had to swallow her words temporarily.
"Oh," Harry blinked, "I...I mean, I'm honored to be invited by you, but I'm not here alone today -"
Looking at the seemingly reserved but tense expression of the boy opposite, Harry stretched out his hand to him and showed a very shy smile: "However, I am very happy to make a new friend. I lived in the United States before, and I am very interested in making new friends." I am very unfamiliar here. I don’t know. Well, before school starts, is there any chance to take up a little bit of your time and let a British gentleman with a family background take me to know about this place? Or go one step further and learn about the students we are about to study. School?"
He was stunned for a moment, then showed an arrogant expression of "barely satisfied" with satisfaction, and held the hand: "I think that just spending a few days to play with the famous Harry·R is not a disadvantage. ——But I still have a question: since you are not familiar with your last name, how should I call you?"
Harry had to admit that nobles were always very considerate when it came to etiquette, and they seemed to know how to gauge other people's attitudes.
"Harry, Harry is fine." Harry shook his hand a few times and nodded, "As for the mailing address..."
"Oh, that's not difficult," the platinum-blond boy said easily, "You can call me - I don't even have to ask you - I have my little news."
"Okay, but I still have to say, well, this is a great name," Harry said, "I hope your owl can fly to the United States."
“…….”
As soon as the boy finished speaking, a man with long platinum hair exactly like his son finally walked over slowly and stood in front of them, calling his son's name.
"Father." Before his father raised his eyebrows and spoke, he said slightly proudly and politely, "Please allow me to introduce you - this is my new friend and the new student of Hogwarts, Harry R."
