, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "So it was indeed hogwarts?"
Harry got an accurate answer about the charming castle in the crystal ball.
"You just don't know what it is like," Harry said. "Everyone in our family, including my dad's students, were fascinated by it. At that moment, we all loved magic to death because it was really awesome. .”
"That's a souvenir produced by Hogwarts last year. It's limited to 500 pieces, but my family has a dozen," the platinum-blond boy said proudly, "I'm glad your family likes it."
"Say hello to the distinguished Mrs. Malfoy for me." Due to cultural differences, Harry swallowed the words "Greetings to your mother." He said with sincere admiration, "For the first time, I know how good a lady's craftsmanship can be. Realm - You know, we don’t have a hostess at home, and my aunt hardly cooks. If she has no food at home, she will order takeout. My father has been nagging me about this for a long time, and I also feel that this is the case. Unhealthy."
"Takeaway?" asked.
"You... notify the restaurant via communication, and the restaurant will deliver the goods to your door very quickly." Harry thought for a moment. The wizard would not know what the phone number was, so he changed his words, "There are many fast food industries in the United States, and they usually With this business, the speed is quite fast, but I think fast food is really not good for health - I prefer to cook a good meal at home."
I secretly noted the word 'fast food' in my mind, and then agreed with Harry: "If you ask me, the transportation process will lose the deliciousness of the food, that is a very stupid approach! I only eat the best ingredients at home and cook them freshly. The food, those dishes are all unique, if there is a chance, I will invite you to our home for the holidays, and then you will know that there is a difference between food and food."
Harry shrugged, "I'll look forward to that."
They walked side by side through the long street of Diagon Alley. Harry carefully looked at every store opened here this time, and looked at it with great interest: "Are there any other commercial streets in the UK?"
Although Diagon Alley is a bit narrow, but what is the saying? 'Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs', this is what Li Qianhuan told Harry. This is how she commented on Diagon Alley at that time, because although it is small, everyone can buy everything they want to buy.
"This is an orthodox and conventional commercial street. In addition, as the civilian residential area closest to Hogwarts, it is said that there is also a long commercial district, but I rarely go there. It is the territory of Hogwarts." He frowned, He lowered his voice and said, "There is also Knockturn Alley - my dad said there are a lot of evil products there that cannot be sold legally. Because of this, he has been unwilling to take me there. But, I will one day hide it from him, Go there alone for a day!”
"Then you were in trouble." Harry said, "I must say, your father doesn't seem to be an easy man to talk to."
Harry still remembered the day when he and Harry met. The platinum boy solemnly introduced his father to Harry - a man who seemed to be a larger version, but colder, more serious, and more handsome. His head was smoother than water. His long, smooth hair was so bright that it was almost silver, which made Harry stunned when he first saw him————
————I have to say that it is indeed a handsome appearance beyond human imagination.
Maybe wizards can be particularly good-looking. At that time, Harry unconsciously touched his face, feeling that even if the hottest male star in Hollywood came in front of this aristocratic wizard, he would probably end up being so ashamed that he would no longer want to appear in front of others, or perhaps Bow down under this man's wizard robe.
"Oh, Mr. Xavier." After the introduction, the man said slowly in a tone that was not rude but not too enthusiastic, "Nice to meet you. I have to say, you are more interesting than I thought." Be more handsome."
"...No one's handsomeness is insignificant in front of your grace, Mr. Malfoy." Harry couldn't help but say this.
Upon hearing this compliment, Mr. Malfoy's face relaxed, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I just saw that Severus had finished buying your school supplies at the potion shop," he said, "Why don't you go and meet him? I think it will be helpful for you to go home."
He was absolutely right.
Because after Harry successfully reconciled with Snape, no one - at least 60% of the people - dared to come up and try to lift Harry's bangs or shake his hand and shout "Welcome Harry" ·r returned home, and 20% of the people did not think that the boy next to Snape would be the famous Harry·R. Instead, they wondered whether the old man could finally control his emptiness and loneliness, and had a Son comes out.
But Snape didn't say a word, relying only on his strong aura and feared reputation in hogwarts, he easily led the boy to roam freely among the crowd. Wherever he went, people avoided him. It was a magical effect like Moses parting the sea, and Harry could never forget it to this day.
To be honest, Harry quite admired him - after all, not everyone can possess this ability before the age of seventy.
"You left in such a hurry last time," the two boys suddenly remembered this when they walked to Madam Malkin's shop, and asked Harry simply, "There are still things you haven't finished buying, right?"
"Oh, yes," Harry said, "I haven't bought school uniforms and communication owls yet - fortunately there are many people coming to my house, otherwise I would probably have more things to buy." He said with lingering fear, "That name," he pointed to his forehead meaningfully, "can I venture to ask, is this thing and the name it brings really so important? I think everyone in that bookstore is It’s like crazy. To be honest, aren’t they wizards with wands who can cast spells? But why... it seems like I cast a *curse on everyone at the scene?”
"It seems you really know nothing, don't you?" With a smile that I understood, the boy stopped arrogantly in front of Madam Malkin's robe store, stood on the steps before entering the store, and said quickly: "You need to get used to this, Harry. You will be treated like this more when you enter school, and in the future - not just because you are 'that Harry·R', but also because you are me - a Malfoy friend. You will Understand and enjoy this, trust me.”
After saying that, he ended with a mysterious smile, then turned around and stepped up the steps, pushing open the glass store door: "Come on, take care of your school uniform first, you can't just wear Muggle clothes to school. Attend class."
Harry was stunned by his call and couldn't react at the moment, but when he thought that he did have something to buy, he could only nod and follow.
"Good morning - oh, we meet again, the young master of the Malfoy family," a witch who was busy asked strangely when she saw the first person coming in, "Is there something wrong with the clothes?"
"Good morning, madam," he nodded reservedly, and then pulled Harry over to look at the designs in the store as he walked, "Unfortunately, I have no plans to make uniforms again - but my friend still lacks a suitable and complete set. Uniforms required for new students at Hogwarts."
"——Oh!" Madan Malkin was startled when he saw Harry. He hurriedly came out from behind the counter and hugged the boy, "Merlin, it's Harry·R! You look a bit like your father. Mr. r!”
"Um, hello, madam." Harry was not used to this kind of enthusiasm, but he was quite happy to hear the remarks about his parents, so he smiled and said, "I... I'm not used to this last name. You see, I , my current surname is Xavier, if you are willing to call me that, I will be happy."
"Why, dear?" Madan Malkin said a little surprised, "Does everyone in the British wizarding world know your name?"
"Madam, I don't want to deny it, but I don't want to be called by a name I'm not familiar with for a few years." Harry said gently, "I really don't want to change my current name."
"Okay," the witch in purple robe said kindly, "I respect your wishes, child - maybe you don't know, your mother has helped me a lot - and the time you disappeared is too long. It’s been a long time. So forgive my excitement, okay?”
"I don't mind, madam." Harry also smiled, "Can you start making my uniform now?"
"No problem, dear," the witch waved her wand, and a soft ruler next to her jumped over. "Then how should I embroider the name on the uniform?"
"Harry Xavier." Harry replied, "x, a, v, i, e, r."
"Okay, no problem - just stand there, Mr. Xavier, you need to measure the size first." Madan Malkin said and summoned a chair, "This will take a little time, Mr. Malfoy, you You can sit down and wait for a while.”
When she turned around to prepare the materials, Harry turned his back and made a rather helpless expression. The latter saw the boy's face was bitter, and the ignored dissatisfaction on his face turned into an expression of gloating. .
"I told you, you have to get used to it, Harry." He shook his head while expressing his helplessness. The expression on his face looked very unbeatable to Harry.
"You simply can't believe Mr. R. The news of your appearance came to the bookstore a few days ago. How much I want to be like my guests, put down the things in my hands and run away gracelessly -" madanmalkin said While chatting, she took the time to recite a spell, and the needlework under her hand began to move on its own, "-but look at you, dear child, I have to say that you are much more handsome than your father, although he is already Very handsome."
"Really?" Harry tapped the unruly ruler and said casually, "I thought my father must not be as handsome as my father."
"What are you thinking," he said in disbelief, "I dare say that it will be difficult for the whole wizarding world to find a person who is more handsome than my father - unless I grow up a little longer."
"Every member of the Malfoy family is the one who stands out from the rest with their absolute appearance," Madan Malkin said with a smile, "Oh, but I have met the child and his uncle before, and I have to say that although his uncle is not around all year round, British, but he also has some capital, he is really a handsome man... The child is more like his father, gentle and honest, I guess he may enter hufflepuff——"
Harry obviously turned his head and rolled his eyes. It was obvious that there was something unpleasant about what he just said.
"What happened to you just now?" Harry asked him, tugging at his sleeves as he walked out of the store with the witch's clothes for work, "When we talk about going home, your face looks terrible. Do you know that? Their family is not in harmony with yours?" "
Thinking about the plots of nobles fighting in the movies he had watched, Harry first made a guess.
"No," he shook his head calmly, "our family has nothing to do with their family - their family is almost in poverty, and their family is in a small industry. There is no way they have the right to be at odds with our family."
Harry was quite surprised: "Then why did you—"
"——That family wants to be famous like crazy!" Like a pile of ignited gunpowder, it explodes as soon as he mentions it. He led Harry forward while glaring and complained, "Since you disappeared in England—— News - A few years later, their youngest son came back, but at that time, the news that you were dead was spreading everywhere! Then! The outside world spread that 'the child in the family seems to have some talent'! Merlin, I've seen him, and he even trembles when he gets on a child's broomstick! But some people are spreading the news that he is... the target of 'some people'." He paused, curled his lips in disgust, and said, "I'm more specific. I don’t know, but! My father said that this is the conspiracy of the man who has been studying in Germany! He wants to quietly erase your existence and flatter his nephew! "
"..."
Harry really wanted to say, if he can, let him go! ! !
"...I really think there is nothing to steal from this reputation," Harry knew that he might have disliked him before, but now he was angry for him. While he was happy, he also quickly comforted him because he didn't feel that he had any problem. How hard to accept, "In fact, I grew up well to the age of eleven, and I am not used to this reputation suddenly being given to me. If people can forget about me, I will be quite happy... Why are you staring at me?! "
"Are you an idiot?" He said without hesitation, "Even if you don't like your things, if others take them away without your consent, it is still an act of stealing! And he seems to think that he is the only one in the UK. Smart man," the platinum boy snorted, harshly and forcefully, "When I enter school, he will know how ridiculous these little tricks he did are, and maybe he can only enter hufflepuff..."
"I think hufflepuff is pretty good." Harry had to stop him from judging an academy directly on the street. Think about it, if there happened to be a hufflepuff student around, "If it were me, I would be quite willing to join hufflepuff." Yes, I heard that the people there are very nice. You know, I'm from the United States. Well," he found a reason, "Maybe I will be ostracized because I don't understand anything, and people in hufflepuff heard that All very friendly.”
"No one would be unkind to you," said, "You think too much, Harry, and I bet if you went to that stupid gryffindor," his face scrunched up, "they would happily dump you. God.”
"Actually, I'm still worried about my accent." Harry felt that this kind of academic disagreement must have become a habit passed down from generation to generation, so he had no choice but to ignore it again, "Think about it, when an American meets an Englishman, they Sometimes it's possible to make it so that no one understands anyone - and I just recently learned that I'm British."
"Are you kidding? Your accent is more than one level better than most civilian families who can't even afford a tutor," he said in surprise, "I thought your family hired a British tutor for you."
"Really? Thank you," Harry stopped him from looking back at the road, "Be careful, the two kids in front are running over, and you will bump into them."
"Oh my God, the new Nimbus 2000! This is the fastest broom right now!" The two children, who didn't even think they might bump into someone, ran excitedly to a glass display window and chatted excitedly, "But the price It’s so expensive!”
"But it's the fastest!"
"That's why it's so expensive! Merlin, if only my dad would buy me one!"
…
"Oh, by the way, I haven't asked you yet," while frowning at the child running past them, he suddenly looked back at Harry, "can you play Quidditch?"
"...I'm sorry? What?" Harry looked at the store with a broom and a golden ball on the sign, and then back at it, "I've never heard of this word."
Sighing in disappointment: "I thought you had at least heard of it! If you have also played it, I think we can sneak one in each of us - after all, no one dares to check our luggage!"
After saying that, he grabbed Harry's arm without permission, and his reserved expression could not hide his excitement: "Come on, Harry, since you have come this far, I will show you what a wizard must know. -Quidditch!"
Harry really wanted to reach out and rub his forehead, and then he smiled helplessly and was pulled into the store that seemed to sell cleaning tools. He put the label 'Do whatever you want' in the label bar in his mind.
Obviously this is a store with a good business - because from what Harry saw, its store is almost twice the size of other ordinary stores, and it seems to be renovated from time to time, so when the two boys pushed open the carved wood without a trace of dust, Through the framed glass door, a fresh smell of pine wood hits your face, as if you are in the sky above the forest.
"Oh, sorry!" When a boy who looked two or three years older than Harry and the others passed by, the huge box he was carrying poked Harry's waist due to the crowd pushing him, causing the latter to gasp in pain. There was a breath of cold air, but before he started to frown, the boy apologized apologetically, "Are you hurt? Oh my god, there are really too many people here - if you don't mind, come over here Come on, boys.”
"Why should we listen to you?" He said angrily and arrogantly, "You can't even lift a box."
"I'm sorry, really." The boy obviously didn't know what to say. He kept apologizing and looked at Harry's waist nervously, "I have a little potion here that can treat this kind of bruise, but I remember there’s a spell you can use – does it hurt?”
He took out his wand and, under the watchful eyes, recited a spell to Harry.
"...Um, I'm fine. Really, don't be nervous." Harry pressed that area of his waist and felt that it didn't hurt as much as before: "Is this a healing spell? It's really effective. Can you tell me the spell? ?”
The boy said: "Of course." After that, he took out a piece of parchment from his bag and wrote the spell and usage on it, "Are you the new students at Hogwarts? My name is Cedric Diggory, and I am also there. students are about to enter the third grade this year.”
"Harry Xavier." Seemingly unwilling to respond, Harry stretched out his hand to shake his hand and smiled, "This is my friend, and we are indeed freshmen, Senior Diggory."
"Are you a student at Hogwarts? My dad said students can't use their own wands during holidays!" On the complete opposite side of Harry, he showed no kindness to the boy, "You will be expelled."
"No, I won't," the boy shrugged, "because this is my dad's wand."
The disappointed expression once again made Harry laugh.
"Okay, I'm really fine," he pointed in the direction of the store's display area, "Didn't you say you wanted to teach me about Quidditch? Also, I'm really curious, is the wizard's broom really good? Fly?"
"Of course." The boy explained with a smile before he spoke, "Are you from the Muggle world, Xavier? Of course brooms can fly - in fact, I came here just to maintain my broom. "," he shook the long box in his hand, "but it's a pity, I remember that first-year students are not allowed to bring brooms - you will not be allowed to fly freely until next year."
"...That's a shame, really."
Harry tried hard not to laugh and not look at the more disappointed face.
——He felt that he might hate the senior in front of him even more now, just because this senior once again hit the point of not being able to bring a broom.
Oh, poor!
