[HP] Noble

In fact, his father had told him that English nobles often intermarried with foreign nobles.Scorpius thought so, but he didn't try to correct the gentle witch, one of the reasons was that he couldn't speak such complicated sentences yet.

After a silence finally settled between them, Scorpius began to thank Mrs. Hawking for her professional skills, so that she didn't even have to ask him what he needed in the first place, and she was able to take care of everything-for some objective reasons , Scorpius must position himself as a person who is not good at talking, so when the fat witch packed all the prepared robes and stuffed them into his arms, he could only show the other party a smile that he thought was the brightest in return.

And obviously, she appreciates it.

After a short wait, the small bell in front of the door rang pleasantly. Mr. Gretel staggered into the robe shop with a stack of books in his arms. He looked a little embarrassed, but he tried his best not to lose his aristocratic etiquette, "There are so many people It's terrible, just like Lihen Bookstore suddenly doesn't want any money."

"That will never happen, Mr. Great. I noticed that the Weasley children still go to second-hand bookstores." Mrs. Hawking replied mildly and without any discrimination.

"Actually, I've always wondered that they don't have to be so restrained before." Mr. Great said uncertainly, "Arthur Weasley has a decent job in the Ministry of Magic, doesn't he? I remember, they both The two older sons have also graduated from school, and one even works at Gringotts."

"Their funding is likely to go elsewhere. You know, the situation is different from three years ago—" Mrs. Hawking's face became serious, but she then changed the subject, "You can put the book in Here I am, and until then, I guess little Master Gretel needs his wand."

Mr. Great showed a kind smile to the witch who was a little older than him: "Hawking, my dear, you always know what we have done, or what we haven't done."

"It's not supernatural powers," the fat witch replied modestly. "A wizard, from the moment he has his wand, is not willing to leave it for even a moment."

"Correct." Mr. Gretel grabbed his son's hand and said briskly, "Let's go, son, you heard me too, we are going to buy your wand soon."

Scorpius blinked. "Honestly, your excitement makes me a little uneasy, Dad."

"Oh come on, I promise it'll be safe and fun - you sound just like your mother, mean brat."

... On the way to the wand shop, Scorpius and his father had a heated discussion about pets.

"I am willing to buy you the most expensive pet in the pet shop—"

"But I only want sunspots."

"Honestly, that's a hell of a deal, to be honest!"

"Accept it, Dad, the sunspot is great, he can keep most beasts away," Scorpius replied calmly.

"I can't wait to see him go after a hare so stupidly—" said Mr. Great bitterly.

So they had to just pass by the dark door of Illa's owl shop.

The somewhat shabby street they were walking on was much quieter than other streets, only two or three children who seemed to be of the same age as Scorpius walked in and out of each store.They insisted on carrying a heavy-looking cage with an owl in it forever, or holding a full-grown cat, and Scorpius doubted whether such a big pet was well-kept.As for toads, even if they scream louder, compared with owls and elegant cats that can deliver letters, Scorpius is sure that not many people like them.

Those rushing to the next place always seem to find the time to make eye contact with Scorpius with a nice, genuine smile before rushing past them.

There is no electricity, no communication technology, and it's like being completely isolated from the outside world-but everyone here seems very kind.Scorpius thought he felt like he was starting to like it here.

Their destination was a poorly run-down shop.The door is so small that it is almost invisible unless you stand in front of it, and the gold sign on the door has peeled off, and it reads shabby: Ollivander: Made fine wands since 320 BC eight years ago.The window of the small shop was covered with dust, and the inside of the shop could hardly be seen, but there was nothing in the place where the goods should be displayed in the window, only a worn-out purple upholstery stood there alone.

The shop door still made a crisp bell sound when they pushed it open.The shop is surprisingly narrower than Mrs. Hawking's.Thousands of long and narrow boxes were jumbled together on a huge layered bracket, judging from the scattered ones, each box contained a wand.The dim light makes the place quiet and solemn, making it impossible to doubt that it is really an ancient shop with a history of more than 300 years.

"Good afternoon." A soft voice sounded, and an old man with glasses and big bright eyes emerged from behind the counter, and he quickly glanced at Gretel and his son, "Oh, Mr. Gretel, long time no see—" —It's a bit of a mess here—wait a moment, please."

When the old man stuffed the last box in his hand back on the shelf, he finally had time to turn around and greet the father and son.He moved closer and pushed his glasses: "Let me see, the young man of the Gretel family. I have to say that Grapewood always seems to favor your family."

Scorpius looked at his father in bewilderment.

Mr. Gretel cleared his throat, and took out his wand and brought it under his son's eyes. The light yellow and slender wand was carved with vine wood, and its delicacy had not been damaged by years of use—this made Ollivander Sir looked happy, at least, he squinted his eyes with a smile, "Unicorn tail hair core, thirteen inches long, of course I remember it, and it seems to be doing well, doesn't it? Mr Gretel."

"Yes, every wizard should cherish his or her wand, shouldn't he?" Mr. Gretel replied in a matter-of-fact tone that, in Scorpius' opinion, seemed downright rude.

However, the old man was even happier.He quickly nodded his head in agreement with Mr. Gretel's point of view, and praised him without hesitation.

At that moment, Scorpius was surprised to find that his great father might be a social master - he seemed to be able to please any intelligent being.

...well, except for Grandpa—it always seemed difficult to get him to like Dad.

Scorpius was thinking in a trance, until a wand was stuffed in his hand, he raised his head inexplicably, his father was twitching the corner of his mouth at him, and squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Swipe."

So Scorpius waved.

The top of the layered cabinet suddenly exploded, and the long and narrow boxes fell like rain.Scorpius startled himself, almost half-shocked, and threw the wand back into its original box.Now, he was considering whether to apologize to the old man for making his already messy shop even more messy.

But the parties didn't seem to care very much.

He smiled and handed over another black wand: "Don't be afraid of children, everyone will go through this. Take a look at this, it's still grape wood, twelve inches, mermaid heart, sensitive and tough character, rare Material."

This time, an unknown, viscous, foul-smelling green liquid spilled over the central two-thirds of the carpet.

"It's not it, it's not it." The old man happily withdrew his wand, "This, try it, just like your father, unicorn tail hair, what's special, it's dyed with alder, the tree of fire, in the battle of trees Always fighting on the front line in China—I don’t remember why I thought of using it for dyeing. Usually, people prefer to use it to make magic flutes. A symbol of recovery, good at controlling the four winds, expelling or controlling elemental power— —Come on, boy, try."

"..." Scorpius took the red wand, he can guarantee that he basically didn't understand what the old man was saying.But the moment he took the wand, he knew it was right.

A warm current flowed into the heart from the inner core through his fingertips, and he even felt the so-called "magic power" slowly flowing in his body for the first time.

...Although he wasn't sure if he should do something like "sink Qi into the dantian".

But he waved his wand obediently, and a warm breeze blew, the stench on the carpet was dispelled, and the boxes that were blown apart also returned to their original positions.

"This is it, the power of gentleness." Ollivander seemed very pleased, "It only takes seven Galleons, boy, take your wand, and I can almost see that St. Mungo's will have one more excellent one in the future." Medic."

"That place is not easy to enter, Ollivander." Mr. Gretel narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a subtle emotion, "You will notice that St. Mungo's requirement for NEWTs is more than seven 'O's. "

"And I believe that you have that confidence in your son." Ollivander said happily, "Ambition to move forward, something that the Gretel family has never lacked."

Mr. Great raised his chin arrogantly: "Of course."

three days later.

Scorpius was standing under the red-skinned steam train, surrounded by a huddled crowd, some of whom had long since put on wizard robes, some of whom were clearly still in Muggle clothes.The voices of the crowd were buzzing, the cartloads of luggage were being dragged from Scorpius, and the owls were flapping their wings angrily and hooting loudly in their cages.

The young master of Gretel's family was all attracted by the wanted notice posted on the pillar: "Hey, Dad, he has the same name as my dog!" Scorpius pointed to the photo of the wanted notice Said the man who was in a state of embarrassment and was yelling angrily towards the outside of the camera.

"Sirius Black." Mr. Great lazily drew out the emphasis, "Oh, a wanted man."

"Aww!" The big black dog Heizi was at Scorpius' feet, trying to chase his tail around in circles, as if he had never heard what Mr. Great said.

"You didn't even warn me about him, a wanted man." Scorpius accused his father.

Of course I don't need to remind you, thought Mr. Great, innocently twitching the corner of his mouth, because he's going to be sleeping in your room for the whole term.So he raised his eyebrows and said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, you have to be careful of him. Now, it's time for you to get on the train, dear."

Scorpius dragged the suitcase and squeezed into the car without looking back, it could be said to be vicious.

Mr. Great raised his voice behind him and teased: "Son, you forgot to give me a hug!"

"You'd better look forward to it! Until Christmas, I'll pay you back!" Scorpius muttered petulantly.It wasn't until he got on the train and stood on the soft aisle carpet that he realized that he was like a headless fly, not knowing where to go—and only then did he feel panic and loneliness spread from his heart to his whole body.

"Get out of the way, brat."

The lazy tone came from behind him.Scorpius was stunned for a moment, and when he looked back, the first thing he saw was a blue velvet robe that was well-made and looked very soft. look -

Pale, thin but taller than his peers, his face is beautiful and delicate but with an unfriendly boredom, his platinum-blond hair is well-groomed, and every strand of hair stays where it should be.Silver-gray eyes were looking down at Scorpius from above with irritating arrogance, and it seemed that he was not going to bother to say a second sentence to make Scorpius out of the way, not even a word.

"Draco, this is a child of the Gretel family." A brisk female voice sounded from behind the young man. The black-haired girl wore a silver and green tie around her neck. She poked her head out to remind her companion, "A future Slytherin."

"I don't care who he is." Draco Malfoy clicked impatiently. "What difference does it make? He's in my way."

"Oh well, you're always right, Draco." Pansy Parkinson easily pushed the Platinum Aristocrat back and bent down in front of Scorpius, "Hey, Mr. Gretel, say Really, you really should give in, we're all stuck here, aren't we?"

"Where should I go?" The girl's gentle attitude made Scorpius decide to seize this opportunity to ask.

"The first three carriages," Pansy gestured with three fingers, "are specially prepared for freshmen."

...Actually, I didn't understand.

But at least I understood the gesture.

So Scorpius breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at her friendly: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The Slytherin girl gave a smile that would scare any unfortunate Gryffindor to death.

"..." Draco crossed his chest, raised his pointed chin in disdain and looked at the back of the kid stumbling away, "Pansy, what makes you act like an idiot who can only rely on body language?"

"Sharp insight led me to see that he was not proficient in English, and as I said, that was a future Slytherin, Draco."

"Disaster, obvious." The Platinum Noble commented sharply. "Now, go back to our box, Pansy. I smell the mudblood that is about to swarm under the car, and it makes me suffocate."