[HP] This Evil

Every August is the busiest time in Diagon Alley, because Hogwarts will start school next month.Catherine shuttled back and forth among wizards with pointed hats, large and small, with a checklist for the start of school and a heavy bag of Galleons. She had already bought almost all the things needed for the start of school, and now all she needed was a wand and a school robe.

She had heard the phrase "the wand chooses the wizard" (Note 1) a long time ago. In fact, most of the children who grew up in the wizarding world have heard this sentence, but Mr. Ollivander still took the trouble to answer every The person who opened the door repeats it. "Miss Ferrara, remember that the wand chooses the wizard, now raise your arm." Mr. Ollivander skillfully measured Catherine's arm with a tape measure, and then began to measure the height and head circumference, If she hadn't known that this was the wand shop, Catherine would have thought she had come to Madam Malkin's robe shop first.

"Okay, okay, try this one." Mr. Ollivander took out a thing from the bottom of the row after row of long, thin boxes. He called it a thing instead of a box because it had Completely crushed and the lid twisted.

"Oh, yes, its case is a bit worn out, but luckily the wand is all right." Mr. Ollivander smiled and dusted off the case, "Yewwood, eleven and three quarters inches, core It's the nerve of the dragon. Come on, try it."

Catherine took the wand, flicked it lightly, and there was a strange red fire from the tip of the wand, which almost ignited Mr. Ollivander's long tangled beard.

"It seems that this wand is not suitable for you, but it doesn't matter, we can try other things." Mr. Ollivander turned and buried himself in the middle of the rows of boxes, and it took a while before he brought it again A box, "applewood, ten [-]/[-] inches, phoenix feather core." But this wand was obviously not chosen by Catherine either, because when she first took it into her hand, it snapped shaking, and flew out, smashing an expensive Chinese vase on the table.

"Sorry, sir." Catherine carefully picked up the wand and put it back on the table, for fear that it would jump up again by itself.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, but it's really strange, apple wood is generally very mild." Mr. Ollivander unconsciously scratched his white beard twice, then thought for a moment, and from the cash register desk A box was pulled out from below, "Try this one, hawthorn wood, thirteen inches, the core is a dragon's nerve."

Compared with the previous two, this is a wand with a relatively simple shape. There are no patterns carved on the slender wand, only some strange vines are carved on the handle.

Catherine held the wand in front of her chest and waved it lightly, a silvery-white light suddenly flew out, illuminating the dim wand shop. She felt a fever at her fingertips, as if some power was transmitted to her body.

"Very well, Miss Ferrara, it's wonderful that it chose you. The first wand I sold this morning was also hawthorn, and they all come from the same hawthorn tree. You may still be there when school starts. I know the owner of that wand." Mr. Ollivander wrapped the wand in a new box and handed it to Catherine, "Seven Galleons, Miss Ferrara."

At twelve noon, Catherine finally found Mrs. Malkin's robe shop.She could have arrived here half an hour ago, but she stopped by Florin's Cold Drinks to try their new herbal mint jelly juice, 8 sicos a glass, it tastes so bad, it tastes like It's St. Mungo's with mud.

"I think you must be ordering Hogwarts

It's school uniform. Madam Malkin commanded a house elf to help Catherine open the door. She was a round-faced witch wearing a yellow pointed hat, and she looked very kind. "But you have to wait for a while, we already have two children here .There are so many new students this year. I have been busy since the morning and haven't been free yet. "

"There's another one," said a boy standing on a stool, speaking in a drawn-out voice, as if a member of the Ministry of Magic was giving a speech. "You must be a pure-blood wizard?" The boy looked at Catherine sitting on the soft stool behind him through the mirror in front of him.

"Of course I am." Catherine didn't know why he asked.

"Very well, in my opinion, Hogwarts shouldn't accept everyone, it should only accept children from pure-blood families like us." The boy continued, and the girl on the stool next to him heard this sentence Then he shook his body slightly.

There are quite a few pure-bloods among wizards in many places, and the boy in front of him is obviously one.Catherine didn't want to discuss the issue of blood, so she didn't answer. She flipped through her new wand. The light at Mr. Ollivander's place was too dim, and she couldn't look at it carefully.

Thirteen inches seemed a little long for Catherine now, with my mother's wand measuring ten and a quarter inches and my sister's twelve inches.

There are several protruding devil's weeds carved on the handle of the wand, and the appearance of its fangs and claws is quite different from the plain body of the wand, which has no patterns at all.

"Is that your new wand, and what material?" the boy asked suddenly, his eyes fixed on the mirror.

"Hawthorn, dragon's nerve," said Catherine.

"Hawthorn? What a coincidence, my wand is also hawthorn." The boy was a little excited. "But mine has a unicorn core, twelve and a quarter inches."

"Did you buy your wand this morning?" Catherine asked.

"Yes, this morning, it was the first wand Ollivander sold today. I would have liked a fir, but none would fit. I've heard hawthorn only obeys the gifted." Wizard, it should be pretty good too." The boy chattered, and then she looked back at Catherine, "What's your last name?"

"I'm from Ferrara," Catherine said, and she looked again at the boy on the stool. His hair was the same blond as her own, only lighter, his skin was pale, and his gray eyes were full of nothing to hide. The meaning of spying.

"Ferrara, the Ravenclaw Ferrara who never showed up, right?" The boy turned his head back and continued to look at Catherine in the mirror. "I heard my father mention it. I am Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, even though your family rarely socializes, you must have heard of Malfoy, right? Your name is..." The boy seemed to be about to say something, but Mrs. Malkin who was measuring the clothes of the girl next to him interrupted.

"Okay, Mary, I remember your name correctly, your clothes have been measured, three-sided plain robe, a winter cloak, a wizard hat, all black, and school robes are required Get older, am I right? I’ll let the owl bring it to you when it’s done.” Mrs. Malkin stretched out her hand to help the girl down, but the girl jumped off the stool by herself one step ahead of time. The leather shoes creaked the floor, she seemed to want to escape here as soon as possible, so she was very fast, and knocked Catherine who had just stood up, but ran away without apologizing.

"Look, this is a Muggle-born wizard. I bet she lives in a very poor place. You can tell from her accent. Dirty, smelly, uneducated, and not polite." Draco A cold snort came out of his nose, "By the way, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you." Catherine was helped up by Madam Malkin.

"You didn't hear her accent just now, it's horrible, it sounds like a troll was trampled by a werewolf," Draco continued. "My dad was going to send me to Durmstrang, which only accepts pure-blood students. I think Hogwarts should be the same. Not just anyone is worthy of learning magic. And Durmstrang allows first-years to bring Hogwarts won't allow broomsticks, I really don't understand why, I think I must ask my dad to buy me one."

"I just saw the Nimbus 2000. It should be a good choice. I remember that the Zouwu Invisible Beast team used the Nimbus series in last year's Munich Spring Games." Catherine said.

"Yes, I'm going to buy Nimbus 2000. Do you like Quidditch too? The girls I know don't seem to be very interested in Quidditch." Draco is no longer as arrogant as before, Madam Malkin He frowned slightly, because Draco couldn't help moving his arm, which was being raised to measure its length, when he mentioned Quidditch. "I also watched the game you mentioned, but I couldn't go to the scene because my father was busy at that time and didn't have time to take me there."

"I only saw the scene once, and I saw the rest from the video mirror. I have to say that the live game is really cool. Ed Dawson of the Invisible Beasts is so handsome." Catherine also Here comes the interest.

"Dawson is not bad, but I prefer a Seeker, such as Arthur Schneider, to a Chaser, because the game is often won or lost by the Seeker." Sophomore I'm going to take my own broom and join the house team, I'm going to Slytherin, my whole family graduated from there. You can see me on the field then, and my dad promised me to take me there Will you go to the Quidditch World Cup four years from now?" Speaking of Quidditch, Draco said more.

"I don't know, four years from now that's too far away, I haven't thought about it yet," Catherine said.

At 5:88, Catherine finally measured the size of the clothes, and Draco had left [-] minutes ago, "Three-sided plain robe, made of [-]-count fabric, a wizard hat, black, winter cloaks, sterling silver buckles, Australian...Miss Ferrara, there is no Australian Tasmanian wool in a shop like ours, and our best wool comes from New Zealand." Mrs. Malkin's shop The elf Lulu said helplessly.

"Then use New Zealand's wool, it's okay." Catherine felt a little regretful. New Zealand's wool is not as light and warm as Tasmania's, and the winter in the UK is always very cold.

"It's 45 Galleons and six Sikels in total. You only need to pay 45 Galleons." The elf calculated while holding a wooden stand strung with many beads.

Note 1: "The wand chooses the wizard" comes from what Mr. Ollivander said in the original book "Sorcerer's Stone" Chapter 5 "Diagon Alley".