Dear Gellert (Bathilda said I should call you that):
Greetings!
Summer has now entered in the UK, the semester has ended, and I have begun my summer vacation. Thanks to you, I have lived a half-perfect campus life, and it feels pretty amazing. By the way, I got pretty good grades (my transcript is enclosed). If anyone wants to say something to me Pointing fingers, this achievement is enough to frustrate them.
Before going home, my roommate extended an invitation to me. I think that despite my embarrassing status, I am willing to go to the appointment. However, before I actually become a guest, I still need to ask your opinion on this matter. To be honest, Slytherin is not a friendly place, but my roommate is really not a bad person. He has given me all the kindness he can and is considerate of me. He is not afraid of me coming from a foreign country. When I came here, I didn’t know the details, and I didn’t look down on me because of my bloodline and family background. If you ask me to comment, my roommate and his brother (this man often inquires about my identity and my secrets in excitement, Merlin on top, does this count as someone from a pure-blood family) are completely like people from two families. .
Speaking of holidays, I originally wanted to spend the holidays with you again, but Principal Dumbledore sent me to my great-aunt's house and asked her to help take care of me. He felt that children must have suitable guardians to take care of them, and although he really wanted to With this responsibility, there are too many things to do - I secretly went to look next door. No one has lived there for a long time. Although I really want to learn something from Principal Dumbledore, this really shouldn't be a problem for me to disturb him. reason. After all, he's a very nice guy who helped me get into school for your sake and often secretly takes care of me at afternoon tea, but seriously, he should curb his dessert portion, not because I'm jealous of him The greatest white wizard of this century, but because of his teeth, he signed the receipt for me to go to Hogsmeade entirely because he loves the candies there...
Godric Valley is indeed a good place for wizards to live. I stayed here for a few days, and it seemed that I had had enough sun for half a semester. The people here are very warm and amiable, and life is simple. I even went out for a walk. There are wizards in the valley, and there are ordinary people's villages outside the valley, but the people here are very simple. I helped Bathilda deliver extra food. cakes and goat's milk wine, and they also gave me flowers and pumpkin pie that I grew myself.
But my friend said that I can no longer live this kind of life. I will be overweight and forget all my etiquette. Then I will be embarrassed at other people’s banquets...
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After writing a lot of words, Harry folded the rather hypocritical letter and stuffed it into the envelope. This letter definitely couldn't be sent to Nurmengard, he could only send it to Professor Dumbledore's office - even though he was not in school now.
Although he now feels that Principal Dumbledore is a very nice person, he does not believe that this letter will not be reviewed at all... Therefore, it is better to be cautious in terms of content. He only carefully mixed in a little bit of Principal Dumbledore's recent situation in order to In a roundabout way.
"Bathilda, I'm going to send a letter, okay?" Harry stood up and ran downstairs.
"No problem, dear," said the witch who was busy in the kitchen. "Just remember to water the flowers in the yard for me when you come back."
Harry agreed and ran out the door.
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Then again, Godric's Valley is a great place for wizards to live.
It is quiet, has beautiful scenery, and has abundant sunshine no matter what season; although it is far away from some lively central towns, many families have lived here for several generations, and they are all familiar with each other. There is no lack of vitality, and there are also people coming here one after another. They move here because of the low cost of living or because of the scenery. Moreover, this is a place where you don’t know what is happening outside even if you close the windows. In this day and age, newspapers and fireplaces are enough to help wizards understand the world, and it is not difficult to pass on new news by word of mouth.
"Bathilda brought her grandnephew's child over," Harry said as he walked through the paths in the valley, he saw some of his people, such as older and younger witches, exchanging news as they walked among each other. , "A pretty blond kid, about to be in fourth grade."
"I've seen that kid." A witch wiped her hands on her apron and used her wand to break the big pumpkin in front of the door into small pieces. "He helped deliver Bathilda's pies. I saw him at that time. A very nice young man, the type that today's girls would like, and very polite - very few boys these days are so polite."
"I still remember the last time Bathilda brought her grandnephew over to play." An elderly witch was waddling for a walk outside the door, basking in the sun. At this time, she also remembered some old things from her youth. , "That is also a good young man, yes, a very handsome young man, but his temper is not very good. Bathilda has worried a lot about him."
"This boy seems to have a good temper," the younger witch said cheerfully, "Last time I almost dropped the milk jug my mother gave me to the ground - he helped me float up with that wandless magic spell It’s so beautiful!”
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With a click, the 'good-natured' boy came back from sending the letter. As soon as he entered the yard, he immediately tied up all the little things that would cause trouble in the garden with a goblin in his hand - without using any magic spells. He imitated the method of the Weasley twins that he had seen before, swinging his arms a few times like Popeye, and flinging the lithe goblin far away.
Then he weeded, watered, and trimmed the flowers in Bathilda's garden skillfully, taking care of it happily. This is not a job that requires too much brain work. Compared with the physical work, his brain has been relaxed too much, and Bathilda's gardens are indeed beautiful, not grand, but growing freely, he said. Maintenance is nothing more than proper inspection, weeding and watering, and cutting off some plant leaves that have grown too long due to the summer sun.
"Well done, my dear," Bathilda nestled comfortably by the window and basked in the sun, as comfortable as any elderly person. "When you're done, don't forget to come in and drink some milk - you Do you still want to go to your friend’s house?”
"That's right, Bathilda," Harry straightened up, put the watering can on the small wooden chair in the garden, and ran briskly a few steps into the house, "He wants to teach me how to dance, and we might do it together again." Homework and stuff... I'm going to be a guest at my roommate's house in a while, and I don't know how to dance ballroom or British social etiquette. If someone kindly invites me to play, I can't be rude."
"If I were twenty years younger," Bathilda watched her grandnephew walk in, pushed the milk cup towards him, smiled and stared at him as he drank, "I could teach you how to dance. But now if I dance, I’ll hear all the bones in my body crackle before I even kick it out, and if I dance a few more times, I’ll fall apart.”
Harry smiled.
"It's nothing else," he said, adding a bit of humor to the old man, "Nowadays, the heels are very high. I have to fall three times out of ten times when I dance, otherwise I will step on other people's feet several times."
"Don't worry, there are no beginners who can't help but step in a few times. You just started a little late and lacked a little practice time and guidance." Bathilda waved her hand broadly, not thinking that there was anything wrong with it, "You are a beautiful person. Well-mannered boy, people will never mind such a small problem just by looking at you."
She looked at this poor child with pity - these social etiquette and learning about dance should have surrounded every little Grindelwald since childhood, accompanied by the meticulous care of countless servants and house elves. Even now, the family has begun to take care of this child again, sending him countless gold galleons and scattered supplies, but some things cannot be made up for in a short time.
Ask Bathilda to say that whether they are wizards or squibs, they are all her relatives, but the old stubborns in the family have long since blinded themselves and embarked on a dead end of corruption without realizing it, and then continued to degenerate... And Although this child who was given up by the die-hards worked hard, he had to learn everything from scratch because he had been given up for too long. This resulted in the boy stumbling over everything as a beginner, for fear of being embarrassed at his friends' houses.
He always makes more correct decisions than others. Thinking of this, Bathilda couldn't help but think of that...the person who sent the child to Albus from afar. Oh, he sent the baby to Albus, and Albus sent the baby to her.
This was undoubtedly the right decision. In all her life, she had never seen anyone who made the right decision better than Albus and her grandnephew.
"Thank you, Bathilda, but I think the people I'm dancing with still care." Harry blinked, "I can't step on their shoes."
"That's just a matter of magic. Friends don't care about this." Bathilda patted his hand with a smile on her face, "Is your friend very proficient in this?"
"I doubt he was proficient in these since he was born. After all, their family name is very old... But now he doesn't go to Hogwarts and is studying at home," Harry said half-seriously. Judging from the results, Draco really didn't. Then I went to Hogwarts to study. "He followed me to England and usually stayed in a small manor. I don't think you know him - he doesn't like to meet strangers and doesn't like to show off his last name. Wait someday I dragged him out of his room, and I brought him to see you.”
He confessed silently in his heart and made a lying gesture behind his back.
Since he accepted the arrangement of Headmaster Dumbledore and moved here during the summer vacation, Bathilda has taken care of him like any doting grandmother: she cares about his daily life and diet, the thickness of his clothes, and feeds him a lot of meat and Sweets, dairy products, to cope with his growing up years; at the same time, she is a profound scholar and enlightened guardian, she is willing to share what she has learned with her great-nephew, and tell him about things that she has not written It is a story that has entered the textbook; and he understands very well that a boy of this age cannot just live in the house, and often encourages him to go out to play, so that he does not have to sneak out or have to use a time turner to cover his whereabouts - but even if he reports that he has been When she went out to play, she would wait until twelve o'clock at night and wait for him to come back safely before going to rest in peace.
Although this respectable witch is almost a hundred years old and cannot walk as fast as flying, she is still a qualified guardian worthy of all children's desire; and from this, it can be seen that Dumbledore is dedicated to 'Frances Grindelwald' Responsible, because Bathilda's residence is really a good place for children, with abundant sunshine, beautiful environment, and the communication between people is also very simple and warm. Everything is simple and peaceful, and Bathilda loves her as a matter of course. A blood relative of his own, there is no place more suitable for 'Francis' than this.
This reminded Harry more than once of the secret that probably few people in Britain knew - the secret that, um, caused Dumbledore to remain unmarried for the rest of his life. Then he shook his head desperately and forgot about this secret. After all, he didn't know how many times he would see Dumbledore. Merlin knew if he would show an expression he shouldn't have.
Bathilda didn't know how many things this 'grandnephew's great-nephew' was thinking about. She just watched Harry drink the milk and eat some cake like countless grandmothers, feeling comfortable and satisfied.
"Your uncle is actually a good dancer." Looking at Francis with blond hair and his gray-blue eyes, Bathilda couldn't help but think of another person. "He actually doesn't like dancing, but he He is so good at dancing. He was born with a set of bones suitable for dancing, which supports his bright appearance and proud soul. When he dances, it is like the dance of magic fire. He is beautiful and has great dignity... No one else."
After all, she was getting older, and as she talked, she even gradually fell into memories of the past.
"You can see," Harry tried to speak in a calm tone, calmly revealing the information he knew about the old man's great-nephew, "He hates noise, so when I was there, he left him alone. I have a lot of homework, but as Merlin testifies, I’m not noisy at all, right?”
Bathilda came to her senses and nodded at him with a smile.
"Actually, older people are like this, especially people like them. They always like someone. He is like this, and so is Albus." She said in a friendly but melancholy tone, "But in fact, they all think you are really good." Not bad... When you go to see him next time, bring him the crucible cake I made."
"No problem." Although he didn't know when he would be able to go to Nurmengard next, Harry agreed.
The witch smiled even more satisfied.
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"I think you will gain weight sooner or later."
In the crowded Diagon Alley, Draco, who had just met Harry, stood in a corner, looking left and right at Harry's figure as he ran towards him, feeling that he could no longer let the famous historian and doting ancestor... My aunt was feeding people like pigs.
Mr. Malfoy, who has always been keen on tailoring, warned Harry eloquently: "Next time you make a dress robe, your waist will be wider!"
Harry was confused. He tugged on his leather shoulder bag, checked the vault keys and the change he had with him, and expressed that he didn't feel anything about it: "Relax, just relax, am I not thin enough?"
Draco insisted on the importance of staying in shape: "You have to have the consciousness of being a public figure." He circled around Harry, using his eyes as a ruler. As a man who was about to be fourteen years old, he looked at Harry unscrupulously. His long legs, waist and hips have already begun to grow. He dared to say that if Harry could maintain the exercises his aunt gave him, he would have a pretty good figure. This could be seen from his general figure in the future. "Maintain the figure." Appropriateness is also a kind of etiquette.”
Harry looked at his friend suspiciously for a while and found that he had no reaction before he said speechlessly: "Um...but I didn't see you forcing Crabbe and Goyle to maintain this kind of etiquette?"
Draco said confidently: "You want to compete with them? In their eyes, there is nothing but eating. As long as they have cake, they are satisfied - and you, Mr. Xavier, do you remember that you have your own ideals, right?"
"...I don't think you need a figure to be a doctor." Harry felt that the corners of his mouth wanted to twitch again.
"—the corner of your mouth, the corner of your mouth! You must change the twitching problem at the corner of your mouth," Draco curled his lips and reached out to pinch Harry's cheek, "I taught you the etiquette of a person of status, but I didn't teach you the twitching problem at the corner of your mouth. ! If you do this in front of Aunt Walburga, think about what she will think of you? Spin around, spin around, hold your head high, look proud, think about your..." Draco thought about finding an adjective, "...It seems like she will always look like the queen's sister!"
"I don't quite understand." Harry didn't know when he started to want to laugh when he saw his picky little expression, so he turned around in circles while suppressing laughter, "I thought that 'the wizard descendant of the squib son of a noble family' Too much pride in one’s identity can annoy people.”
He spread his arms in an exaggerated manner and spun around, but Draco held both arms and put them down.
"For Merlin's sake, this is on the street and you'll be arrested in St. Mungo's - if only you could dance so freely." Draco laughed at him, "I hope you can dance by then too." No matter how many times you play, you won't be able to mix your left foot and the right foot. What kind of surname do you think Grindelwald is? 'That person' gave you such a false identity. If the performance goes wrong, the reputation of the surname Grindelwald will also be ruined. , don’t tell me you can’t imagine the consequences.”
"You are really too nervous," Harry said calmly, "I really can't imagine the consequences - I think the reason why he gave me this identity is that I don't know much about etiquette, and being a family member is because of him Or when she was kicked out because she was a squib, the family was already on the road to declaring corruption."
Draco wanted to glare at him - the hurricane tail of this sentence had swept most of his relatives into it.
"I know the Sirius family is particularly fond of doing this kind of thing," Harry said innocently, "That's why he ran away from home... However, it seems that the Black family has never had a squib, well, that's all. , what did the Malfoys do?"
Draco really stared at him this time, gave him the wand in his hand, and stared at him for a long time before reluctantly answering.
"...The Malfoy family has always had very few heirs," he opened his mouth and squeezed out a small voice, "the people he associates with are all famous pure-blood faction families, so there has never been a squib. But what if there is such a thing? An exception may be to raise him on a suburban manor until he gives birth to a 'healthy' child... and if all of his offspring are Squibs, he will never be able to return to Malfoy Manor, as this is a very unusual situation for this surname. shame."
After speaking, he quickly added: "This is the way of my ancestors, not mine."
"Um... the so-called 'healthy'," faced this 'rule', Harry couldn't help but be silent for a while, then he asked tentatively while stroking his chin, "it means 'magical', right?"
"I don't think there's any point in asking this nonsense." Draco faced him with a standard 'expressionless.jpg', then smacked his hand and used the wand, "Don't touch your chin! Don't think Your fake identity can be used as a shield because of your "humble birth" and "uneducated" - when you come to visit, your posture should be elegant and your attitude should make people think that you are a person who understands etiquette. A person who knows how to make up for your shortcomings, so that your 'humble status' will not lower Aunt Walburga's impression of you! Especially since this is your first time as a guest!"
Harry resignedly raised his head and straightened his calves. When he raised his chin, he added, "And your grandfather and grandmother. I also want to leave a good impression on them."
Draco's eyes paused as he studied his posture, and ecstasy swept through his entire perception for a moment, but he had to endure it. Because this is not an omen, it is the reaction that a close friend should have, just like he would also want to leave a good impression in front of Harry's father, regardless of whether he is a wizard or not.
"Then please don't step on my feet when you dance," Draco said, pretending to be cold, "They don't know that you are their grandson's friend, and their impression of you depends entirely on your performance." He also smiled deliberately and said, "Maybe when they hear that you are the son of a squib, they will preconceptionally think that you are nothing more than that and not worth their time to understand. I know those people."
Harry was not affected by this cold attitude and smiled brightly at his friend.
"I can be friends with their grandchildren," he said. "I can also make a good impression on them. As your friend, I have this confidence."
That smile was so bright that Draco couldn't help but look away. Looking further, he doesn't guarantee that he will be able to control himself... No, this has nothing to do with 'Francis''s handsome face, it is purely because this brilliant smile is full of gentle enthusiasm, restrained and very contagious, like It's the winter sun, and everyone who sees it can't help but relax.
"...You can't smile at others like that." Draco muttered.
"What?" Harry didn't understand what he meant.
"Talking about you! Don't giggle at my aunt's family like a little fool!" Draco immediately became tough again, pinched Harry's face and pulled it a few times, "Too much enthusiasm will make people feel overwhelmed, and it will It seems rude and too flattering!”
With that, he tapped Harry's hand with his wand again, like every stern governess would do - such as his own governess.
"Stop chatting, what did I teach you yesterday, how to walk-"
Harry posed according to his instructions, but he didn't feel too constrained. After all, although his father was a very open-minded parent, he also paid attention to quality education. In other words, of course Harry could lie on the sofa and watch TV, but when facing visitors or He will also deal with new students appropriately, just like Charles. Many people will think that this multi-degree person is polite, but the sense of isolation will always disappear after chatting with him for a few words, and this It relies on more than telepathy.
They went to the streets together and went shopping together. In addition to buying some dancing flame ice cream as a reward, they mainly made up for some current necessities. Just like his recent visit to the Black family, Harry couldn't visit in his school uniform and robes. It would have no effect other than showing that he was an uneducated poor man.
Moreover, in addition to the decent clothes he needs, he also needs accessories that are refined but not exaggerated, and just right and simple; and, since he is visiting as a friend, some small gifts for the other person's family are also necessary - -As far as they knew, Draco had a mother, two uncles, and two aunts, and on top of that, their parents were still alive, and there was even one who gave the inheritance to Sirius, who was unmarried and had children but was wild and uninhibited uncle......
"I can only leave these to you." Harry clasped his palms together and said sincerely, "I don't have much discernment in choosing these."
Draco snorted coldly, but accepted the commission very usefully - as if he would not accept it without a snort, and then entered the Tuofan Clothing Store in a familiar manner, ready to solve the clothing problem as soon as possible.
"Chiffon—give me the material for chiffon—"
"My mother just gave me pocket money. Look at this unicorn brooch. It can change into five different colors and has lucky magic on it-"
“This color is so tasteless, can’t you come up with something more elegant—”
"Come on, Merlin knows you don't like bright red. It's not the store's fault that you hate Gryffindor -"
As soon as you enter, a kind of bustle greets you.
After all, it is the holiday season. Although the overall price of Tuofan Clothing Store is much higher than that of Mrs. Malkin, there are still many wealthy families coming here to hang out and choose accessories and clothes. The store is quite busy. Of course, if Harry could follow the girls to the mall in modern times, he would certainly be able to adapt to this, but the space here is not very big, so he still has to be careful when walking - as soon as they walked in, a wave of boys and girls rushed towards them. When they went out, the leaders raised their chins high and knocked away those who stood in front of them.
Harry's reaction was very sharp. He quickly pulled Draco to the side and hid a few steps, just in time to avoid the group of people who were following them playing Quidditch in the sky, and allowed them to walk out of the store proudly.
“Young people with eyes on top of their heads,” someone said without irony behind them, “may have good-but-not-good-enough surnames.”
Draco and Harry were both stunned because the voice sounded so much like Sirius. They turned their heads together and found two wizards standing behind them, facing them sideways. One of them caught the attention of almost all the ladies in the store - he might be ridiculously handsome, and he could tell with just one glance. Everyone was fascinated, but with their backs turned, they couldn't see his face clearly.
- But that's not the point of the two boys.
Apart from the wizard, the other person opposite him was the one who attracted their attention - this man was wearing a well-tailored pure black robe and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that were more likely to look better than function. . He has neatly combed black hair and a very handsome face that is solemn and cold. He looks very unapproachable, but not arrogant; a pair of pure black eyes are like two obsidian stones. In modern times, which are becoming more and more mixed, such pure black eyes are relatively rare.
More importantly, this man's voice is similar to Sirius, but his face is 70% similar to Regulus. The blood of the Black family is extremely obvious on their faces, which are deep and clear, like a black and white painting. It will also produce a strange effect that makes people avoid him - those dark eyes are like magic, making people feel that their souls are trapped deep inside. Harry can even think of Sirius' wanted poster through this man's face. photo, although he is more similar to Regulus.
Harry tugged on Draco's sleeve and said in a very low voice: "...Do you know him?"
"...Why are you asking me about this?" Draco looked at him in disbelief and shouted in a very low voice, "Who is the heir to No. 12 Grimmauld Place?!"
"But in terms of kinship, you are closer than me," Harry said. "I'm not too embarrassed to enter someone else's family portrait room."
"It's unnecessary," Draco said dissatisfied, "You are your godfather's heir - you also have the blood of the Black family."
Harry smiled at him and said let's just let this issue go. Draco then turned around and looked carefully for a few seconds to confirm who this man was.
"The grand prize," he pulled Harry and walked a few steps to the nearby shelf, then lowered his voice, "is my uncle's father. Fortunately, he left as soon as we arrived. Today is not a good time to meet him."
In their day, it was well known that Draco's mother and Harry's godfather were the same family, but only those familiar with family trees would clearly distinguish that they belonged to two families - Narcissa and the crazy Death Eater aunt and Andromeda. Da, the father of these three sisters is Cygnus Black (Cygnus Black).
As for Sirius and Regulus, maybe because they are the main lineage, in order to maintain the pride of pure blood, or maybe because there were no suitable partners in the previous generation, they digested it internally like many European royal families did, so their parents They are a pair of...well, cousins, their names are Lucretia (Lucretia) and Orion (Orion) Black.
Finally, there was a man named Alphard Black who remained unmarried and left his property to Sirius.
Thinking about this family tree, Harry couldn't help but feel lucky: if the Black family continued to do this, Draco might, well, cease to exist. It is hard to say whether the Black family will be like several royal families who married close relatives, such as the Habsburg dynasty, which tragically disappeared due to genetic diseases.
"Gone." Draco said suddenly.
Only then did Harry realize that when he was distracted, he looked over and saw that the two people had disappeared into the store.
"Hurry up, let's do things separately," Draco immediately began to assign tasks, "I'm going to take a look at the dress, you..." He looked at Harry up and down with a somewhat critical eye, and said in a skeptical tone, "I can give it to What is your mission?"
"...Is my taste really that bad?" Harry wondered.
Draco quickly gave an example: "Last time you wore the same color outfit! The same color from head to toe! You would have put a pink bow on your sister! Your brother Peter has better taste than you! You and you The taste that dad learned is really like that of an old man who took care of himself in the last century!”
Harry: "...I think you are making a personal attack, but there is no evidence."
Despite complaining, Draco still adhered to his excellent vision and gave him some pointers in this regard very arrogantly: "Don't treat it as picking out accessories," he said concisely, "Consider it as appreciating antiques and works of art, for Merlin's sake. Go on, choose something that looks artistic, preferably metallic, but not too flashy - and I will naturally pick out clothes for you that match well, so that you don’t look like a nouveau riche, at least wear something off the countertop.”
"I'm at ease with you." Harry said dryly and threw himself into the accessories area.
Due to the times, the Tuofan clothing store at this time did not have any trinkets that tended towards modern styles - but this does not mean that the items in this store are not high-end now. He looked along the counters and jewelry racks one by one. He first put aside several sets of shiny women's jewelry, walked to the place where brooches, buttons, rings and other small items were placed, and thought about what Draco would usually give him. When choosing a dress, try to guess what it means to be "on the stage."
His eyes first turned to those types with complicated patterns. His eyes slid over these small things one by one, and he found that there were some things that might be unusual - snake-shaped cuffs made of shining silver and twisted into an S shape. ; A heavy snake head ring made of gold; a brooch set with a large emerald engraved with Slytherin's college emblem, and surrounded by small diamonds...
"...It seems that a fashionable wind called 'Slytherin' has blown across the entire UK." He stood alone in front of these dazzling things and murmured to himself.
Otherwise, how could a clothing store that caters to the general public have so many products that are biased towards Slytherin in design? Would it be inappropriate if he chose such... a very serious jewelry? Isn’t it a bit exaggerated that a transfer student will love his college so much in half a year?
"——So, you don't like this gust of wind?"
When Harry was thinking about the ornaments, he heard someone next to him ask this question, which startled him.
"...!!"
Harry was startled, turned his head, and found a tall man standing a little behind and to his left.
Correction, a very handsome man.
"I'm sorry...are you talking to me, sir?" Harry said uncertainly, giving a small friendly smile.
The handsome black-haired man also smiled slightly. He was quite tall, probably around five feet ten inches, which meant that he had to lower his head slightly to look at Harry. When he heard what Harry said, he put his hands on his chest, nodded slightly and bowed: "Yes, I'm sorry for being so presumptuous - I'm waiting for a friend here, but seeing that you seem very distressed, I thought See if I can help you.”
"Oh," Harry said a little at a loss, "Thank you for your concern, Your Excellency, but this can't be called an annoyance..."
"You are choosing accessories," the man disagreed, but entered the topic a little forcefully, "So, do you want to give it to someone, or wear it yourself?"
Harry looked at the man's clothes calmly - his taste was definitely higher than his own, but he didn't seem to be wearing too many extravagant and over-the-top things, and he didn't go out like Draco's father because of his prominent surname. They all held something that symbolized power and status, such as a cane, a ring or a brooch that symbolized the family crest. He still remembered the patterns of the crests very clearly. Draco had read "Born Noble: Wizarding Genealogy" to him. Forcefully ask him to write it down.
However, he replied kindly but cautiously: "Thank you, it's just a decent addition to my own collection, nothing important."
"I sincerely hope you won't refuse my kindness - you know, I am just waiting for someone, very boring, this is also a little way for me to kill time - since it is just used to decorate myself, maybe I really I can give you some advice." The man said such a long words that sounded very kind, and his slender fingers lightly tapped on the jewelry one by one. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was seductive. The young girls in the store frequently looked at this, and then he focused his gaze on Harry's face, from his blond hair to his eyes and lips. This concentration was like a painter staring at a model, which made Harry Some people felt uncomfortable, "If you feel that my suggestion is not good, you can just not adopt it without any psychological burden."
Harry twitched his lips in embarrassment.
"You are a very beautiful young man," the man pondered for a while, then took a few steps forward and greeted the clerk. The latter bowed and went to the back room to take out a few boxes. "Here The designer of my store is a good friend of mine. I think the designs in the store are too stable for you and are not as good as his latest works, which may be more suitable for you. You know, a good knife needs a suitable sheath. So are people.”
In fact, as long as it conforms to etiquette, I can wear anything. Harry thought helplessly, but many people around him, such as Draco, didn't think so.
However, this man was so enthusiastic that Harry couldn't help but make a gesture. He stepped forward and watched the clerk open the velvet-covered boxes, revealing several jewelry items inside. One of the jewelry items immediately attracted his attention. look.
Judging from the flowing, clear brilliance reflected on its surface, it was an ornament made of expensive mithril. The whole thing is a silver buck running with its head raised, and it is faintly illuminated because of the texture of mithril. The deer's posture is very vigorous and agile, as if it is about to escape from people's hands in the next second; and it The only eye exposed from the side is a green gem the size of a mung bean, the perfect cut surface reflecting fine, bright light.
Except for this emerald, this brooch has no other cumbersome pattern and jewelry as decoration. Its simple and bright style suddenly distinguishes from other accessories in the store. Even people like Harry who do not care about appearance. The artistic level of the designer is.
"I can see," the man said with a smile beside him, "You really like this."
He reached out, and the clerk immediately sent the box with a silver deer brooch to Harry's hand. At the same time, the man approached a little, drooping his upper body, and closer to the silver deer.
"Silver, um," he commented. "This material's jewelry is good for the circulation of magic power."
"It is also very light," Harry said. He also knows the characteristics of this material. Even if he does not mention the magazine class, Draco's secret silver knife, he has seen several items in Salazer's heritage, but it is all weapons. "It looks soft and easy to polish. But it is actually very hard. I think if it is such a delicate jewelry, maybe it is a fairy's work. "
It is strange that according to Harry, its output is not many, and it is not very circulating on the market. Harry is hard to imagine that such a mysterious jewelry is sold in a store in the corner alley.
"How is it," at this doubt, Harry heard the man saying to the clerk at will, "How, I think the young man should be the master of this silver deer." He seemed to be very good with the clerk. Familiar, "If it wasn't for his demand for buyers so high, I think it will definitely be more than this price, and it will be bought early."
"What you said is," the clerk immediately nodded an echo, "But Master Charlie is persistence. If you want this brooch, you must be enough ..."
Speaking of which, the clerk seemed to be very shameful, he snapped and shut up.
"What is enough?" Harry asked a little curiously.
"It's good enough," the black -haired man said with a smile, "My friend Charlie is a highly required artist -he insists that his work must be held by the right person, the more he likes the work. He said that you must be a young man like a deer to be worthy of this work. "
Harry firmly believes that if he is drinking tea now, he has already sprayed out a bite -even in modern times, he hasn't heard of such a temper jewelry designer, and what is the young man who is "deer is smart '?
"... Then I am afraid I can't be fortunate to be its owner," Harry twitched at the corner of his mouth, "What is this request to determine?"
"Actually, you are as handsome as you," said diligently. "Even the painter of Florence will not deny that you are definitely worthy of this brooch."
"You don't have to be arrogant. Charlie is a person who is pursuing an artistic sense. He said when he produced, if," the black -haired man reached out intentionally or unintentionally, and brushed it lightly from the silver deer. Like this deer, it has a pair of gem -like green eyes ... "
Harry swallowed.
"... I think he would even be willing to draw a portrait for that person." Another turning of the man's words turned down and slapped his palm. The work found a suitable buyer. "
"It turned out that you worked hard to give me a suggestion for this purpose," Harry was relieved inexplicably. "I have to say that this deer is really charming. This is an extraordinary work. It is my honor to see it. ”
"Because I rarely see a person who is worthy of it," the man said politely, "I don't want to watch a suitable work," I am so dusty. "
"What do you say so," Harry said with a joke, "I believe there must be people who are more outstanding than me."
The man smiled slightly and nodded his head. He looked at the outside: "The person I waited is here -then, I will leave. If you like it, I sincerely suggest that you become its owner because it is discerning because it is picky The designer's discerning demand is not expensive at all, it is definitely worth considering. "
After speaking, he walked out of the store quickly, and a black back disappeared into the crowd, leaving Harry to the brooch, and didn't know what to do.
"As long as ten Galon, guests," the clerk said diligently, "It's just the price of a wand."
"But you get this price of a secret silver product," a girl who has been secretly listening to the side intervenes, "Isn't it abnormal? Merlin, isn't it cursed?"
Harry nodded in his heart. He was hesitating this.
If this is a modern society, it is a normal world, he must not say anything, buy this brooch he likes; but this is in the world of the wizard, you can find a house without anyone in the wizard, and then open the drawer , Well, there will be a completely unpredictable world, and even some people say that Hogwarts's pumpkin juice is used as a standing drink for personal safety -there are always many potions in white water, no reaction in white water, no reactions have no reactions in white water. There is no reaction in white water. .
The more diligent the clerk, the more suspicious Harry.
"What's going on," Draco carried a gift box, walked from behind him, and glanced at the situation, "you like this brooch -this is not like the taste you pick."
"Do you think it is good?" Harry sought his opinion and simply said what happened just now, "What do you think?"
Draco asked the clerk side by side: "Which Master Charlie? Charlie Sherlock? That famous weird man?"
The clerk immediately exaggerated the head as the beating Liu. Obviously, someone was glad that someone had heard the strange temperament of the master.
"Then if you like it, you can buy it," Draco let go of his vigilance. He heard this person. "He even did a pair of earrings. The spell, the skin tone and size do not meet the standards will be bitten by the earrings, maybe this brooch may be the same.. "
Harry: "…………"
He tentatively touched the brooch, but the silver deer was very "well -behaved 'and did not respond. There was a loungeing brown -haired boy next to him. He reached out, but the silver deer survived in an instant, raised his head, and hit the hand with the small corner.
"Oh," the big boy proved to be not good enough scolded, "a stupid deer!"
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Xiaolong, a person who is extremely confident in Harry's face value.
I know that it is too long, so there are red envelopes in this chapter! There is another chapter in this month, I try to write it as soon as possible ~
I have n’t written for a long time, and it ’s so difficult to rehabilize. This style of writing really needs to maintain frequent practice, otherwise it’ s easy to write as a cricket. When I wrote it, I read the Du Duo dynasty many times, and I felt that the connotation of the shooting was. Many lines pointed out the character's mentality. Yan value and charm, admire screenwriter and service ...
... So I really want to talk about the setting of "Versailles". Why do they make so many sauce -colored dresses? Tudor said that in Europe wearing French costumes at that time, but France is at all fashion ... Mary There are several crowns in the first Life, let alone the fashionista Annibaln's dress. Instead, I feel that the clothes of the German big girl are more eye -catching. After all, the blue is mostly.
Catherine Howard, who plays Hengba, may not look good, but she really performed the kind of exaggerated and pretty little girl ... and the little rose, although the resources have not been very good, but the resources have not been very good, but the resources have not been very good, but the resources have not been very good, but The acting skills are really better than many female stars who have mastered excellent resources ...
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