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Wen Xin stood on the crowded street, her white long dress dyed with blood-colored flowers swayed gently with the breeze, and the crystal cross around her neck also swayed slightly, shining colorful lights in the sun, like a medieval corset. The lightless heavy armor exudes a faint white halo, the lifeless one-handed sword at the waist occasionally flashes a glimmer of light, and the palm-sized white round shield on the left arm looks more like an elegant jewelry.Wen Xin's cosplay-like outfit didn't attract many spectators, because she was surrounded by people dressed in weirder clothes, because she was standing in Diagon Alley.

If you want to say why you are in Diagon Alley, it is really "looking back at the blood and tears".

Under the double pressure of Chen Yu and Mr. Shi, each chance to cross is like being released from prison for Wen Xin... So she ignored the protracted war notification issued by the system with a voice as small as a mosquito.

Wen Xin really wants to pull the system and beat her up!When she graduates from Hogwarts, she will finish both her undergraduate and master's studies, okay?Most importantly, she actually became a loli? !My old lady hasn't been a loli for many years, isn't it true!Return my mother's ccup, Hun Dan! ! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

It's useless to say anything now, let's just protract the war.Wen Xin rummaged through the space, and found the task item from a corner: the Hogwarts admission letter.

"Aglaia? Why are you standing here, come here quickly." A fat lady walked over quickly, pulled Wen Xin into a corner, and warned in a low voice, "You are Muggle-born, be careful."

"Yes, ma'am." One of the sequelae of Pacific Rim, Wen Xin always seemed to be reporting to her superiors when she answered.

"Call me Professor Sprout, I will teach you herbal medicine in the future." Sprout smiled kindly.

"Okay, professor." Wen Xin nodded obediently, "Professor, what are we doing now?"

"We still have a lot to prepare." Sprout patted Wen Xin reassuringly, "You don't have to worry too much, Hogwarts is still safe."

Wen Xin laughed dryly, she really wasn't worried about safety or anything like that. (The ignorant are fearless ==!)

"Let's go buy school uniforms first." Sprout dragged Wen Xincong to Mrs. Mojin's robe shop.

Although it was already the school season, there seemed to be no customers in the store.

"Ah, freshman." Mrs. Malkin whispered with joy in her tone, "Are you here to buy school uniforms?"

"Yes, ma'am." Wen Xin also lowered her voice, like an underground party.

Mrs. Malkin waved her hand for a tape measure, quickly recorded various data, and said, "Three school uniforms and one winter cloak, right?"

"Please give me two more regular clothes, thank you." Wen Xin added.

"No problem, it will be ready soon, you can go shopping for other things first." Mrs. Malkin picked up the data and walked to the workshop.

"The only thing missing is the wand. After we buy the wand, we can come and get the clothes." Professor Sprout put the package of textbooks and tools that had been cast with the shrinking spell into Wen Xin's hand.

"But, professor, isn't the wand expensive?" Wen Xin tentatively pretended to be shy.

"They paid for it for you, don't worry." Sprout didn't seem to want to bring up the question, but just added a sentence out of context, "You're a wizard just like us."

But I guess I'm a warrior... Wen Xin glanced at the one-handed sword at his waist, have you ever seen a wizard who likes to fight hand to hand?

Whether she is a wizard or a warrior, she has to buy a wand.Wen Xin was dragged by sprout, and walked into the dilapidated Ollivander's wand shop.

By the way, this is really not an illegal building?

Wen Xin tiptoed into the room, fearing that if the noise was too loud, the house would collapse.

"Little girl," Ollivander suddenly appeared in front of Wen Xin, his silver eyes stared straight at Wen Xin, with a feeling of cataract, "I don't think I've seen you before..."

"I'm a freshman." Wen Xin said simply.

"Oh, freshmen, Muggles..." Ollivander muttered, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Excuse me...can you help me choose a wand?" Looking at Ollivander who was lost in thought, Wen Xin had to interrupt.

"Oh, yes, yes," Ollivander turned around and took out a small box, handing it to Wen Xindao, "Try this. Hornbeam, unicorn hair, no doubt, a firm and powerful guy."

So have all the procedures in front of you been saved?Wen Xin stretched out her hand to pick up the rough wand with black hair, waved it casually, let out a soft whistle in the air, and then fell silent.

"Ah, that's it." Ollivander passed the wand in front of Wen Xin, "Work hard, you can still have a future if you persevere."

...how untalented is she in magic, that Ollivander can't even say "you're going to be great"?

"Aglaia," Sprout handed a ticket to Wen Xin, "This is a ticket to Hogwarts, go to the station directly on the day of school, don't just walk around in the wizarding world, it's not safe for you here."

"Understood, Professor." Wen Xin took the ticket and left the wizarding world under the escort of Sprout.

"Miss, the bishop is waiting for you." When Wen Xin stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron, two men in black priest uniform stopped her.

Uh... Bishop?It must be the wrong way for her to open it.

"This way, please." Seeing that Wen Xin was still in a daze, the two exchanged a glance, pulled the loli version of Wen Xin, and got into a seemingly ordinary car.

Naturally, the bishop's residence was not of the gleaming taste of local tyrants. From the point of view of her art appreciation taste, which is not very literary, she could only say: it looks very expensive.

"Aglaia, my child, I am so happy to see you." The bishop was much younger than Wen Xin imagined, and he was a middle-aged uncle by visual inspection.

"My lord." Unable to understand the situation, Wen Xin felt that it would be better to say a few words less.

"Sit down, my dearest child." The bishop smiled and asked Wen Xin to sit opposite him. "How about your one-day trip to the magic world?"

"Very...fantastic." Wen Xin thought for a long time and found a relatively suitable word.

"Oh," said the Bishop thoughtfully, "how's the atmosphere? I hear they're making a lot of noise."

"Yes." Wen Xin didn't care about feeling that the bishop was well-informed, and said simply, "There are very few people going out, and they are very panic. It can be described as everyone at risk."

"Which side do you think is stronger?" the bishop continued to ask.

"Death Eaters." Wen Xin replied without hesitation, "The professor asked me to hide from the crowd, probably to avoid encountering Death Eaters. It can be seen that Death Eaters are powerful, and no one will easily confront them .”

The bishop looked at Wen Xin with satisfaction, smiled kindly, and said, "You are the best warrior in the temple and God's most beloved child, so I entrust you with this task. So far, you have done a good job. Dumbledore I have seen this person before, and he is indeed a very good talent. But he still acts with too many principles.” At this point, the bishop paused for a moment, showing a slight ridicule, “I don’t think he is at a disadvantage. Accident. Do you know why I insisted you go to Hogwarts?"

"Know wizards?" Wen Xin guessed without confidence.

"This is just one aspect." The bishop gave Wen Xin a small glass of milk, "I need you to help the Order of the Phoenix when necessary."

ah?What's happening here?Wen Xin couldn't turn the corner. Could it be that the Holy See had a hand in the legendary black-and-white war between wizards?

"Are you wondering why we help those damned heretics?" The bishop's gentle words revealed a terrifying coldness, "Wizards do have considerable advantages over ordinary people, and I really want to kick them out of the Lord's world But doing so will undoubtedly cause considerable damage to the Lord's children. Since they are fighting among themselves, let them fight, the longer the better!"

"The war will always end..." Wen Xin tentatively said.

"That's why I let you go, my child." The bishop said with a chuckle, "Voldemort's ideas are very extreme. We can't let him win, but at the same time, we can't let him die."

"Why? Wouldn't it be better to just leave the friendly white wizard?" Wen Xin looked blank, but of course she knew the reason. Isn't it just to leave a controllable evil force and play the way of balance?It can not only reflect the value of the Holy See, but also provide considerable convenience for their actions. This has been used badly in the history of the Chinese Dynasty.Wen Xin asked the question at this time, but she tried her best to play the role of a pure and cute loli.

The bishop smiled and said nothing, touched Wen Xin's soft long hair and said: "You just have to do it, my dear child. You have always been the best, and I have placed great hopes in you. Be sure to learn their things well. There is an old saying in the East: Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles."

"Yes, I understand."

"The Father in heaven is watching you, you have to spread glory for him." The bishop stood up and said very cleverly.

"..." Wen Xin bowed and saluted, hiding her twitching expression, and left seemingly respectfully.

Seeing Wen Xin leave, the bishop waved and called a priest who had no sense of presence: "Monitor her every move, and if there is something out of the ordinary, do you know what to do?"

"Are you worrying too much?" the priest hesitated, "Aglaia has always been the best."

"Nothing can change the fact that she is a witch." The bishop looked coldly at the direction Wen Xin left, "Evil blood..."

One thing the bishop was right about was that Wen Xin really didn't have the slightest belief in the half-naked old man nailed to the cross.