[HP] Noble

"Son, with your terrible English, I don't think anyone will come to greet you." Mr. Gretel said cheerfully, as if it was no big deal, and winked at his son, "As a Father, I would like to accompany you to review the purchases I made in the first grade when I was in school, I can guarantee that it will be absolutely joyful."

He pulled out an appendix from the envelope and unfolded it:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

[uniform]

First-year students need:

1.Three sets of plain work gowns (black)

2.One plain peaked hat for day wear (black)

3.A pair of protective gloves (dragonhide or similar)

4.One winter cloak (black with silver buckle)

Please note: All student clothing must have a name tag

[textbook]

All students are required to prepare the following books:

Standard Spells, Elementary, by Miranda Gorshak

A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot

The Theory of Magic, by Adbel Waughlin

The Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration, by Emeryswich

A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, by Phyllidas Pohl

Magic Potions and Potions by Arseni Giger

"Monsters and Where They Come From" by Newt Scamman

Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense, by Quentin Trimbus

[other equipment]

a wand

2 large pot (pewter, standard size [-])

A set of glass or crystal vials

a telescope

a brass balance

Students may bring an owl or a cat or a toad

*Special note to parents, first graders are not allowed to bring their own broomsticks "Oh, a wand." Scorpius blinked. "Mom hates that."

"Because it's silly," said Mrs. Greatlight mildly.

Mr. Great looked up at his wife annoyedly: "Ms. Wen Bihua, you can't teach our son how to hate his wand before everything starts."

"Sorry, dear," Mrs. Great said, giggling like a little girl. "It's a cultural difference—"

"—an unbridgeable chasm," Mr. Great said dryly, and his wife shrugged her shoulders in agreement.

And their son obviously didn't pay attention to his parents' quarrel. He studied his book list seriously, and then found that he could only understand even a few words on the title, and he no longer wanted to imagine the content. , so he shook the book list's foot and hissed mockingly: "I can't expect these books to be available in Chinese, can I?"

"I'm glad you finally realized that you haven't memorized enough words? Can I expect to never hear your complaints from this moment on, son?"

"I'll be the worst student in the school," Scorpius pointed out seriously.

"No, you won't." Mr. Gretel tapped on the book list, and after thinking for a moment, he finally admitted reluctantly, "In the first grade, most of the papers of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students were It's a mess, grammar, words."

Scorpius saw the problem sharply: "But Dad, you told me that Gretel's family are all Slytherins!"

"...It's really a pity." Mr. Gretel smacked his lips, "but now you know that you won't be the bottom one in the whole school, and it's no big deal to be the bottom one in the whole school. Son, Slytherins are always very No, you don't have to feel stressed."

Mrs. Gretel interjected coolly: "I don't think I can agree with your peculiar educational policy, my dear."

Mr. Great laughed dryly, and finally put the book list into his coat pocket, and patted his son on the head.At this moment, there was a creaking sound from the small wooden door. Scorpius' pet Heizi pushed open the half-closed door with his nose, walked up to Scorpius with his tail drooping, and stretched out his paws gently. Pushed his wrist.

Mr. Great raised his eyebrows and changed into a mean tone: "Oh, son, I think your dog has something to say to you."

"Hey, Heizi." Scorpius scratched the dog's ear, "If you were a cat, I could take you to school."

Kuroko:"……"

Mr. Great snorted mockingly: "It's a pity that it's a dog. It's a pity, isn't it? Black."

The big black dog bared its teeth at the man, let out a whimper, dropped its ears to the ground in frustration, and buried its nose in its paws.

Scorpius was impressed: "Dad, I have to take it to school."

"Toad, owl or cat, son."

"No," said Scorpius firmly. "I have no doubt that if I go out on the front foot, you will send the sunspot back to the street on the back foot."

"Precise." Mr. Gretel admitted frankly, hooking the corners of his lips into a harsh angle.

The final argument ended with Reggett promising to find a way to help his son get the dog into school, at the cost of Scorpius not being allowed to take him on the day he went to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies.

……

Diagon Alley, England.

Passing through a small bar, the vision suddenly opened up, and the Gretel father and son stood in the bright sunshine again.Under the sun, wizards and wizards in wizard robes of various colors and textures were chatting quickly in English in almost every corner. They shuttled between various shops, some with expressionless faces, and some seemed to enjoy this rare opportunity. Take the opportunity to relax and communicate with your companions with a relaxed smile on your face.

The winding and endless cobbled streets look very old, and the time seems to be a whole century behind the Muggle city outside the bar.

Mr. Great looked down at the book list, and took Scorpius' hand: "Follow me and don't run around, son."

Scorpius vaguely agreed, while the boy was busy staring at every shop on the street—the white snow owl in the cage and the howling black cat, who would try to divide his companions into two groups if they were locked in a cage. Two books with fangs, mysterious oak barrels flowing with thick green slime... In this ancient English street, it seems that everything is given life and comes alive.

"Hello, Gretel, long time no see." A young witch put down the little furry creature in her hands at the door of a shop with a brass signboard of "Magic Plant" on the street, her eyes lit up when she saw Mr. Gretel.

"Selina, say hello to your father for me." Mr. Great raised his jaw, and replied in a slow but gentle voice.

"Your son?" The witch looked at Scorpius with a smile.

"Yes."

"Oh, the little gentleman of the future will fascinate all girls of the same age." The witch smiled and bowed politely.

Scorpius was a little nervous and didn't know how to answer until Mr. Great pulled him away.Only then did the boy look up at his father: "She knows you?"

"When I was in first grade, her dad was about to graduate." Mr. Gretel pushed his hair back. "But that doesn't matter, does it? In fact, you'll find a lot of people saying hello to me. "

"Unbelievable," Scorpius muttered under his breath.

"Stinky boy, I told you that the Gretel family really has ancient noble blood." Mr. Gretel patted the back of his son's head, "Now, go buy your uniform." He pointed to the one closest to them shop, Scorpius noticed what was written on the dusty sign—

"What a gown specialty store."

"...Madame Malkin, son. Your poor English, your mother is right to be concerned."

"At least I know the 'robe'." Scorpius showed a trace of pink on his fair face, but raised his chin and spoke in an arrogant and mocking tone on purpose.

"Thank you for your vast knowledge, you don't mind if I'm moved to tears when you don't know the word 'robe' son? - go ahead and I'll buy you all the books you need while you make your robes "Mr. Great stepped up to take him away, but when his son was found standing still, he turned his head in doubt, "What's wrong?"

"But...money, Dad." Scorpius pursed his lips.

Mr. Great's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably: "Our family is not as poor as your mother said - at least I can afford a robe that can match Slytherin's average level."

He paused, then continued with a drawn out voice: "What's more, this gown shop is the ancestral property of the Gretel family."

"Oh, oh!"

"If you try to make that nasty noise at me again, I'll literally spank your ass, honey."

"I'm just surprised, Gretel's ancestry, I've never even heard of it."

"It's yours sooner or later." Mr. Great gave him a push.At this time, the door of the small shop was pushed open, and the short and fat witch in purple robe came out. She saw the father and son standing at the door of the shop at a glance, and let out a low cry of surprise——

"Mr. Great, oh, Merlin, why are you standing outside the door?"

Mr. Great turned his attention back from his son to the witch, and said with a slight smile, "Mrs. Malkin, long time no see. Is everything okay in the shop?"

"Obviously, the birth rate of little wizards has increased, and the growth trend is very gratifying." Mrs. Malkin smiled slyly, and did not answer his question directly. After a pause, she cast her kind and loving eyes on Scorpius, "I guess it's the young master Gretel, isn't it?"

Scorpius nodded nervously, even though he didn't understand what the woman was saying, and stammered, "Hello, nice to meet you."

The accent is a bit strange, I can't tell where it comes from.Mrs. Malkin thought quickly, but this couldn't stop her from showing a more gentle smile to this oriental doll-like little boy: "It's about to go to Hogwarts school age, isn't it?"

Scorpius nodded, showing a sincere smile—and slowed down his speech thoughtfully for this witch.

Mr. Great gave him a push: "Go, son. Mrs. Malkin can take good care of you, and we'll see you later."

"Okay, see you later." Scorpius nodded reluctantly.

Follow the kind fat witch into a small shop full of different styles of robes.It was very dark in the shop, the light coming in only through a small window, and that poor window was now half hidden by the piles of robes.At the same time as the store door was pushed open, a flexible ruler on the cash register immediately lifted halfway from the table and ticked at Scorpius.

very messy.

Scorpius twitched his mouth, and my father took me into a second-hand clothes store—so our family must still be poor.

Madam Malkin obviously noticed the young master's hesitation, she smoothed the foot of the robe, and said with some embarrassment: "This is an accident, child, we just had a fussy guest, that is the child of the Malfoy family, just now In the third grade."

"What kind of guest?" Scorpius looked up at the witch, and finally added with a wave of his hand, "It doesn't matter if it's messy, this place is very special."

"Thank you, dear." The fat witch looked better, her double chin moved, and she seemed to be thinking of the simplest words to express, "Oh, picky means that he bought a lot of clothes - I guess, You are not very proficient in English?"

"Yes." Scorpius smiled shyly, "At home, both father and mother speak Chinese."

"Great, transnational pure blood." Mrs. Malkin muttered, "This kind of situation is rare."