Son-in-law of the Hibiscus family at Hogwarts

"You mean, there is something wrong with Weston's Patronus?" Dumbledore pondered for a while, looked at the two little ones standing in front of the table, and slowly spoke.

"Yes, Mr. Headmaster, although I am only over 300 years old, I swear that no one has ever seen this kind of patron saint, not in any information or rumors!" Flitwick said in a high-pitched voice. With.

Weston looked at the two people communicating and felt depressed for a while.What kind of unfolding is this? People have traveled through time and space and I have traveled through time and space. How come it’s just one step at a time? I’m so unlucky that I can’t even start a live broadcast.

Looking at the depressed Weston, Dumbledore suddenly felt interested. Of course, it was possible that he was having a sinister episode.He looked at Weston and suddenly asked: "How did you think of it? Mr. Delacour?"

It’s that title again!Weston's face turned dark and he said angrily: "How do I know? You are so much better than me, and you don't even know it, so will I know it?"

Dumbledore smiled heartily: "Haha, kid, no one is omniscient, and I am just an old man who has lived longer than you! Maybe your ideas can give me some inspiration?"

Weston rolled his eyes and complained: "I still need inspiration to ask a question, but you are enough! Isn't it just a patron saint? Who said this thing must be an animal!"

Um?Dumbledore was stunned, as was Flitwick. The two looked at each other and discovered some problems.

Yes, who said the patron saint must be an animal? It can’t be a plant or a human being?

Dumbledore smiled and said to Flitwick: "It seems that we are really old and we no longer have the courage to break the rules!"

Flitwick nodded in agreement, and then quickly retorted: "You are old, Albus, I am still young! I am only over 300 years old!"

Yes, yes, you are immortal, you are powerful, you have fairy blood, you can't be offended, you can't be offended!Weston felt hurt in his heart. These big guys are really powerful. One is over 200 years old and the other is over 300 years old. How come life in this world is free?Could it be that I will be like this in the future?

Weston couldn't help but have a little fantasy, and he couldn't help but have a silly smile on his lips.

Yes, no one would refuse to live longer, right?

Looking at someone who had entered a certain state, Flitwick felt a little confused. He looked at Weston and Dumbledore questioningly.Dumbledore shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, indicating that he didn't know.

Fortunately, Weston woke up quickly. Looking at the probing eyes of the two people, he couldn't help but blush, and forcibly changed the subject: "When will you take me to buy a wand?"

Yes, the wand in Weston's hand now is not his own, but Dumbledore's wand when he was young.Dumbledore said, let him use this wand first, and when he learns the first magic, he will take him to buy his own wand.

"You can do it anytime you want!" Dumbledore blinked, "Do you want me to go with you? Oh, this is an old man and his poor curiosity. I wonder if Mr. Weston is willing to satisfy him? "

Are all Gryffindors this shameless?Weston really wanted to ignore someone's words, but unfortunately, he knew it was impossible.

Dumbledore's desire for control is quite strong. Even if he knew that Weston would not become a dark wizard, he could not relax enough, so...

Weston sighed and waved his hand: "Don't ask me, I will refuse if you ask me again!"

Seeing Weston's helpless look, Flitwick chuckled: "Why, don't you want us to follow?"

"Too many people will think that I am still a child! I am no longer young!" Weston spread his hands and sighed again helplessly.

"Oh? Aren't you a child?" Dumbledore asked in surprise.

"This is what depresses me the most!" Weston glared at him, "I'm really young!"

"Then accept your fate!" Flitwick said.

"Okay, you said it!" Weston nodded, and then sighed again.

Looking at Lord Weston's appearance, Dumbledore and Flitwick both smiled, and for a moment, the office was filled with joy.

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"Hold on to me, kid! No matter what happens, don't let go!" Dumbledore reminded him again as he nodded and looked at Weston who was holding his arm tightly.

Weston swallowed, nodded, and looked at him expectantly.

"Then. Let's go!" Dumbledore said, nodded to Flitwick, and with a snap of his fingers, the two disappeared from the spot.

Weston felt that the air around him suddenly turned into a rubber tube, squeezing him in, and then fell rapidly like a roller coaster, moving forward...

When he felt his feet hit the ground again, a feeling of dizziness suddenly came to his head, but it was much better than before.

Maybe, this is just because you are used to being dizzy?Weston thought a little self-deprecatingly.

"We're here!" Dumbledore's voice came to his ears, "By the way, welcome to Diagon Alley!"

"It should be a welcome back to Diagon Alley!" Weston replied casually while looking back and forth at the surrounding scenery.

Dumbledore slapped his forehead: "Ah, yes, I almost forgot, you lived in Diagon Alley before!"

"That's right!" Weston responded casually. At this time, his eyes were already attracted by the various wonderful sights in Diagon Alley.Although he saw it more than once, he would sincerely sigh every time he saw it.

Magic, what a magical thing!

All kinds of passers-by, simple and clean streets, plaques that look like three-dimensional projections, gorgeous and colorful magic lights.Negotiations, noises, shouts, screams...

Although it occupies the word "lane", it is more prosperous and spacious than most streets!

Weston felt that his eyes were a little tired, and he looked at this scene greedily.Suddenly, he noticed a corner - the corner between Madam Malkin's Clothing Store and Wystan's Secondhand Bookstore.

An empty black bowl was placed there, with a narrow gap behind it. Even with his size, he had to turn sideways to get in.

Yes, this is my original "home"!

Weston let go of Dumbledore's hand and walked gently here, stroking the wall, his eyes full of nostalgia and sadness.

This is your starting point!

A big hand suddenly fell on his head, messing up his combed hair again, and a slow and powerful voice came over: "People should not stop because of the past, but should run because of the future. !What do you think?"

Weston sniffed and found that his tear ducts had become much more developed after he became smaller.

"You're right!" He suddenly showed a big smile, "For the first time, I feel that you are indeed a principal!"

"For the first time, I thought you were a child!" Dumbledore winked mischievously.

Weston's face turned dark: "I've grown up! Please don't call me a child!"

"Okay, okay!" Dumbledore laughed and touched his head again.

No shame!Weston glared at him and walked towards Ollivander's Wand Shop without looking back.

At this moment, Flitwick was at the entrance of the wand shop, quietly waiting for their arrival...

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