[HP] Moonlight Lingling

Carefully trying to reach out and touch the boy's forehead.

The boy seemed to be awakened, and took a step back abruptly, leaving Cynthia's hand.

Draco watched him back away, so he snorted with some satisfaction in his heart, and then pretended to be very enthusiastic and said to the boy, "My father is helping me buy books next door, and my mother is looking for a wand on the street." He Pause, "Then I'm going to drag them to see the broomsticks, I don't understand why first graders can't have their own broomsticks. I think, I'm going to force Dad to buy me one, and then find a way to sneak it go in."

"Draco, you're really verbose." The black-haired girl said blankly, then glanced at the petite boy in front of her, "Have you ever played Quidditch?"

"Uh, no." The boy said somewhat cautiously.He didn't understand what they were saying.

"So, Draco, I think the first time I meet you can talk so much to someone who is meeting for the first time." Cynthia chuckled.

"I did. Dad said it would be a shame if I didn't get picked for our house team. I'll say, I agree with that. Do you know which house you've been sorted into?" Draco Regardless of Cynthia, who had been making complaints about it, she continued on her own.

"I don't know." The dark-haired boy replied.

"So...Draco, I hope your brain hasn't been taken over by Achnatherum splendens. There is a considerable chance that this boy is a Muggle-born child." Cynthia conjured a pair of glasses out of nowhere and put them on, pretending Act very rigorously.

"Is it really... a Mudblood?" Draco raised his eyebrows, as if he felt that the boy didn't look like a Muggle-born child, but came out elegantly with a bit of pure blood coming out of his bones, so he looked Somewhat surprised.

"Draco, so if Narcissa's mother knew that you said such rude words, she would be very sad." Cynthia continued her bachelor's study, "And you always say 'my father...', Narcissa Mom will definitely feel that you don't love her when she hears it."

"..." So Cynthia, I'm talking to that boy, can you stop interrupting and saying something that doesn't make sense? !

"..." Draco took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself down, and then asked, "Where are your parents? Are they the same people as us?"

"They're wizards and witches, I think that's what you're asking about," said the boy, blinking.

"Oh~ look at that man!" Draco suddenly nodded towards the front window as if he saw something interesting.A tall, bearded man was standing by the window, grinning at the dark-haired boy and pointing to two large ice creams, explaining that he couldn't come in. "That's Hagrid," said the boy, seeming happy to know something Draco didn't. "He works at Hogwarts." "Oh," Draco blinked, "I've heard of him. He's a servant, isn't he?" "He's a gamekeeper," replied the boy.Draco's words seemed to annoy him. "Yes, that's right. I heard that this man is very rough. He lives in a small wooden house on the campus. He gets drunk from time to time, plays some magic tricks, and burns his own bed as a result."

"So Draco, I really think you need to re-learn aristocratic etiquette." Cynthia imitated Draco and dragged her voice, and said with a sigh, "servant, rough, playing with spells... this kind of Narcissa's mother will be very sad to hear that the word came out of the mouth of the sole heir of the Malfoy family so far!"

"..." Draco took a deep breath, and then realized that he couldn't control himself, "Cynthia Black!!"

"...Draco, I think I know what my name is." Cynthia blinked, glanced at the dark-haired boy who was stunned again by Draco's outburst, and then turned to Draco.

"Hmph! Cynthia, I think I should tell you..." As soon as Draco spoke, Cynthia turned to the black-haired boy, completely ignoring Draco who was furious.

She smiled reassuringly at the dark-haired boy, and then found it interesting that the boy seemed to be staring at her in a daze again.

"Ahem." Draco didn't seem to agree with him, so he interrupted the boy's daze with two fake coughs, and then asked, "By the way, what's your name? I..."

"That's why Draco introduced himself before asking the other person's name. I thought you knew this very basic etiquette!" Cynthia blinked her big blue eyes, completely unaware of her interruption Draco's speechless and helpless, "This is Draco, Draco Malfoy. I'm Cynthia, Cynthia Black. Nice to meet you. Excuse me," the black-haired little lady jumped off the stool, very ladylike Lifting the hem of her skirt, she curtseyed, "Can we have the honor to know your name?"

"Uh, that, I'm Harry, Harry Potter." The black-haired and green-eyed boy blinked his glasses like a kitten, and Cynthia exclaimed cutely, "You can call me Harry." .” He completely ignored the surprise and stiffness of the two opposite people when they heard his name.

"Ah, so it's Mr. Potter, I've known you for a long time." The 10-year noble etiquette course allowed Cynthia and Draco to maintain a superficial calmness. Cynthia spoke first as a lady, then nodded, stretched out her right hand and the The savior boy shook hands, "You can call me Cynthia."

"Well, Cynthia." Harry nodded, held Cynthia's hand, and smiled shyly. "And Draco."

"..." Why am I the "and"? !Draco was suffocated.

"It's been tried, my dear," Madam Malkin said to him now.Then Harry jumped off the footstool, and gave the two of them another cute and shy smile, "Nice to meet you~ See you at our school!" "Okay, then we'll see you at Hogwarts. ' Draco drawled.And Cynthia continued to return to her stool, and then shook her hand at Harry, saying goodbye to him.

ˇChapter2魔杖？！ˇ最新更新:2013-11-2521:24:45

After buying clothes, Cynthia and Draco waited for Lucius and Narcissa to come over at Mrs. Malkin's robe shop, and went directly to Ollivander's wand shop after they arrived.It was a small and dilapidated shop, [the gold signboard on the door has peeled off, and it reads: Ollivander: Well-made wands since 380 BC.A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty window. 】

"Mother Narcissa, this store really doesn't fit my aesthetics." Cynthia took Narcissa's hand, looking at such a storefront, she didn't want to go in.

"Honey, it's just a magic wand. We won't stay in it for long." Narcissa stroked Cynthia's hair reassuringly.Although this store is not in line with her aesthetics, but... as Ollivander said, their family has been making wands since 380 BC, and their family is considered the leading wand shop in the UK.

Looking at Draco who was being led by Lucius behind him, as if gaining some courage, Cynthia followed Narcissa into this small shop.

"Good afternoon." A soft voice came, it was an old man, his light eyes were bright in the dark shop.

"Good afternoon," Cynthia replied.She looked around the shop curiously.

As they entered the shop there was a tinkling of bells from somewhere at the back of the shop.The store is very small, except for a bench, it looks empty, and there are thousands of long and narrow cardboard boxes stacked almost to the ceiling on the side.The dust and silence here seemed to make people feel that mysterious magic was hidden, and it reminded Cynthia of the basement of Malfoy Manor where many dark magic tools were hidden. (Original text adapted)

"Oh, yes, yes," said the old man, "I knew I'd see you always, from Guardian of the Moon, Cynthia Black. I remember your father, the proud boy, who came here to buy Gone is his first wand, made of oak, twelve and a half inches long, with delicate ornate carvings, but it must have been broken when he entered Azkaban; and your mother, that Gentle and beautiful girl, oh, and though she can't use her wand now, I'll still say that the nine-inch cherry wand suits her well, and it's a fine wand."

"Mr. Ollivander, good afternoon. But we have other things to do, please buy wands for the two children Cynthia and Draco as soon as possible." Lucius nodded proudly, with urging in his semantics .

"Oh, yes, I see, Mr and Mrs Malfoy. Now, Miss Black," he pulled out a tape measure engraved with silver scales from his pocket, "which arm do you use your wand with?"

"Right hand," Cynthia replied.

"Put your arms up, okay." He measured Cynthia, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and finally head circumference.But this time, perhaps due to the urging of Lucius and Narcissa, the measurement was quickly finished, and the ruler then jumped to Draco's side to measure the size.

At this time Mr. Ollivander was walking between the shelves, busy picking out some long boxes to move down.

"Okay, Miss Black, here, try this one. Laurel