Hogwarts Melon Eater

"What do you think?" Dumbledore smiled and threw the question back.

Anna was a little speechless. Of course she could say, 'What do you think I would think? 'Then the doll went down indefinitely, but she didn't.

"Probably…"

"What made you make such a judgment? Little 'Diagon Alley Man'?" Dumbledore really liked Anna's name, and he was looking for an opportunity to say it all the time.

"An intuition, intuition..." Anna waved her hand, she just wanted to ask, and didn't really want to hear anything from Dumbledore, "Let's go shopping, Headmaster Dumbledore..."

"He will come back."

"What?" Anna digs her ears, and just now a blond wizard who sang badly passed by.

"It's nothing," Dumbledore was still cheerful, "I just think the little wizard's intuition is quite accurate most of the time."

Instead, Anna nodded in agreement. She suddenly thought of Ron. His intuition was quite accurate, but maybe he didn't realize it himself.

When passing by the Florin Fusco ice cream shop, Anna was attracted by the strong fragrance in the air.

"Let's have ice cream, shall we?" Anna didn't wait for Dumbledore to reply, and quickly ran to the store to buy two chocolate ice creams. "This is one of the classic Diagon Alley delicacies."

Anna folded her fingers and counted carefully, "Bread in the Leaky Cauldron Bar 'only bald people can eat'... The 'Waiting for Miracle' burritos in the alley next to the extraordinary clothing store-although it is a cart snack, it tastes very good! "

"There's a 'Devil's Taste' barbecue restaurant near the entrance of Knockturn Alley, run by goblins. There was a wizard who drank too much and didn't want to give money..." Anna shrugged, "The Goblin Brotherhood appeared, I guess he really Feel the smell of the devil."

"But the most recommended thing is the ice cream from Florin's house! It's delicate and smooth, and the taste of chocolate will bloom in your mouth!" Anna handed the ice cream to Dumbledore, crazy Amway, "You must try it!"

"Hahahaha... It sounds very good," Dumbledore smiled and took the ice cream handed by Anna. It smelled really strong in chocolate.

"Is the little 'Diagon Alley' trying to bribe me? So that the old man with a bad memory can forget some things related to dragons?"

"There are also fireworks," Dumbledore added while eating ice cream. At the same time, he felt a little emotional in his heart. The ice cream here is really delicious.

Anna's hands trembled and she almost dropped the food on the ground, "Hehehe... What are you talking about, principal?"

Originally, I wanted to eat ice cream, but I didn't expect Dumbledore to mention it directly... He guessed it, of course, after all, he took himself to Azkaban for legal education...

"Although it's not very clear what you're talking about..." Anna probed, "Excuse me... Has the bribe succeeded?"

Dumbledore looked at Anna amusingly and nodded, "The bribe is successful, I have to give Diagon Alley a face, don't I?"

"But next time if something goes wrong..."

"I understand," Anna raised her hand. She was inexperienced this time, and was caught by someone. She had to learn a lesson and try to do it cleanly next time.

Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't know what Anna was thinking, otherwise she might pass out of anger.

Eating ice cream, the two strolled from the south side of Diagon Alley to the north side, and they gained a lot. The 'loot' included the telescope that 'Anna thought was useless', the Libra, and a lot of bottles and jars, and unintelligible items. potion material.

"What can these horned slugs do? Make soup?" Anna was so disgusted by her words that she shook her head and tried to shake the slugs out of her head.

"The slug has many uses. First of all, it can be eaten when it's cooked," Dumbledore said with a serious expression, as if he was talking about a very serious matter. "Sometimes we use it to test the courage of students."

"This may not be a test of guts, but IQ, right?" Anna complained, "Does anyone really eat this stuff?"

"Hahaha, just kidding," Dumbledore was very happy today, he hadn't laughed so many times in a day for many years, "It's a material needed for an important potion, very, very important."

An important potion will be mastered by a little wizard in the first grade? Anna expressed her disbelief, but she was still curious, "What kind of potion is it?"

"Even if you can't use it now, there will be a chance when you're fifteen or sixteen," Dumbledore winked at Anna, "It's powerful and very practical..."

Anna frowned, and found that things are not easy, ah this... the little wizard started to learn such... strange potions in the first grade?

Is it... a fan...

"Potion for boils."

Harm, Anna despised herself, "It does sound very practical."

"Certainly, this is a great remedy for pustules, measles, boils and warts, and other symptoms of lymph node disease," Dumbledore added. "Making a good boil remedy works wonders for acne too."

"However, it should be noted that you need to be careful when brewing the potion. Improper preparation will turn this potion into an acne-promoting agent."

"Headmaster Dumbledore," listening to Dumbledore's words, Anna somehow remembered the long list of titles she saw on the admission letter, and suddenly admired the old man in front of her, "Your knowledge is really too great. enriched!"

His tone and demeanor reminded Anna of the kind of certainty, the confidence that was full of knowledge and inadvertently revealed when she sat in the university lecture hall listening to the passionate explanations of honorary alumni in her previous life.

"Hehehe...Thank you for the compliment," Dumbledore stroked his beard, "Low-key, this is just the tip of the iceberg of my knowledge..."

The tip of the iceberg...Although I know that Headmaster Dumbledore is indeed a genius, I still feel a little unhappy to hear such a Versailles-style scholar speak Anna.

Oh, we Hermione must also know this, it's nothing special.

"It's here, the last one," Anna opened the door of Pattage's Crucible Shop.

As soon as the door opened, blue smoke rushed in, causing Anna to cough.

"Hoohoho, welcome!" A hearty male voice sounded, it was issued by a very strange crucible, it also wore a pointed hat and looked very funny.

The voice was very familiar, and Anna felt a little helpless, "Mr. Pattage, this time you have turned yourself into a crucible again..."

"Anna! Old customers! And Principal Dumbledore! Good morning, I'm sorry I can't come out to greet you right now," Crucible shook his fat body, "Hoho, this transformation potion works really well, I just wanted to turn my head into a cauldron, but now—"

"The whole person has become a crucible! Hohoho, to be honest, this feeling is quite novel and interesting!"

"Is that the potion you bought at Knockturn Alley again?" Anna patted the crucible and made a thud, "Last time you turned yourself into a teapot because of the potion there."

"Oh, how could it be, this time I bought it in Diagon Alley..." Crucible tried to sway away from Anna's clutches.

"I bought it at the 'Luke Potions Store'? No way?" Anna always felt that the potions there were very effective. At least half of the products sold in the Muggle primary school were purchased there.

"Uh... no... just a small stall..." The crucible looked a little embarrassed, and the body of the pot became a little red, and it hurriedly explained, "That's a little girl, her mother is a potions master, and recently fell ill, I thought she was pitiful and gave her this business..."

"Although it's not the effect I wanted, this potion arrived very quickly! It was delivered to me in less than a week!" Crucible expressed that he was still very satisfied with the business.

[Tonggua Mission - The Little Girl Selling Potions: When did such a little girl appear in Diagon Alley? Block the title of 'Diagon Alleyman', find her, and help her fulfill her wish. Quest goal: Find the girl who sells potion, quest reward: ventriloquism +30, hidden side quest, unknown]

"Where is this little girl setting up a stall?" Anna suddenly became curious after receiving the assignment.

"It was near Gringotts before, but I haven't seen her since the dragon ran away. Maybe I was scared away."

Ah... Anna is a little lost. Did she miss this side quest? Forget it, it's just random.

"Mr. Partage, I need a white wax crucible, the kind that Hogwarts asked for, do I need to get it myself?" Ana looked at Mr. Partage in the form of a crucible, and it seemed that he was inconvenient.

Mr. Crucible Partage answered happily, "It's so understanding Anna! It's on the ground by the window, five silver siko, just throw it in my head."

"The last little wizard who came to buy something insisted that I help him get it, saying that he wanted to see how 'such a big cauldron' would move..."

"It's still good for us, Anna!"

"Well..." Anna felt a little regretful. She actually wanted to know how to move the cauldron, but out of politeness, she still couldn't ask, and walked to the window angrily.

Anna chose a pleasing wax cauldron, threw the money into Pattage's head, and was about to leave the store to say goodbye to Diagon Alley, and to end this frustrating trip with Headmaster Dumbledore.

Mr. Crucible Partage suddenly thought of something, "Anna, are the folding crucibles you bought from me last time still working?"

"What's wrong..." Anna recalled the hard work of scooping water at Gringotts, "Oh—it's very useful, and it brought me a huge harvest."

"That couldn't be better," said Crucible looking very happy, and Anna bid him farewell.

"finally-"

Dumbledore dragged Anna into shape and change, and the two stood at the door of the small house at No. 8, Privet Drive. Anna was relaxed now, and she looked at her textbook floating behind Dumbledore, "Dumbledore Principal Lido, thank you, please give me the textbook."

"Why don't you put the textbooks in your cloth bag?" Dumbledore was a little puzzled. The textbooks had already floated along with them. "Is that a cloth bag that has been subjected to space expansion?"

"Uh... Mainly because it smells of dung eggs. I don't want to smell it when I lie down on the book and sleep..." Anna likes to tell the truth as soon as she relaxes.

"I still hope that you will listen to the class seriously, little Diagon Alley, I will pay attention to you." Dumbledore nodded at Anna, and took out an envelope from his big sleeve.

"This is your ticket to Hogwarts... Don't sneak in through some secret passage this time. It's still a sense of ceremony to start school, right?"

Anna nodded solemnly, and seemed to have listened to her words seriously, with the appearance of an obedient student.

"September 1st, King's Cross Railway Station..." Dumbledore might not be at ease, and Dumbledore added, "Keep a low profile and don't get involved."

"Of course, Headmaster Dumbledore, don't worry! I promise not to do anything!" The Azkaban escape shouldn't be counted on my head, right? I hope Sirius can stay safe and wait a few days before escaping...

"..." Dumbledore couldn't calm down at all. He had a bad premonition and asked, "Anna, do a little wizard admissions survey - which college do you want to go to most?"

"Huh?" Anna was a little stunned for a while. Enrollment survey?

"Oh... Hufflepuff, I think it's good..." She explained two sentences, "It's so close to the kitchen that you don't have to climb stairs..."

Oops, bad, how good is her character in Hufflepuff? Hufflepuffs are all innocent children, what if they follow her to do things with loyalty?

Dumbledore coughed twice, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "It may not be completely to your liking, it still has to be decided by the sorting ceremony..."

"Ah? Doesn't the Sorting Hat listen to the opinion of the little wizard... um... I heard Mrs. Mokin say it..." Actually, Mrs. Mokin never said anything.

"Yes, it does listen to the advice of the little wizard," Dumbledore smiled and waved at Anna, "Remember the train time, get to the station before eleven in the morning, don't do anything..."

"Goodbye Anna," he quickly disappeared in place.

Anna shrugged, lifted the heavy stack of textbooks on the ground with one hand, and walked into the house with ease, "I'm back!" Anna shouted, and then the whole house became lively.

The Hogwarts headmaster's room, with a "smack," a puff of smoke cleared, and Dumbledore came out of the fireplace in the headmaster's room.

He looked at the portraits on the wall pretending to be asleep, shook his head with a smile, and walked to the edge of the shelf behind the wooden table, where a hat stood.

"Professor Dumbledore... This trip, your confusion has disappeared a lot," the hoarse voice of the hat sounded, and from the tone of voice it could be heard that it was happy.

"Yes, the Sorting Hat, yes," Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone, "she is different from any of us... Let's talk about you without talking about this."

"Me? Is there anything I can do to help you? Headmaster Dumbledore?" The Sorting Hat trembled, as if she had no idea what she could do with this hat.

"It's nothing, I just hope you can stand firm in your own thoughts and don't be influenced by others," Dumbledore patted the sorting hat, "so that every student can go to the college that is most suitable for them."

"?" The Sorting Hat was puzzled, even though it didn't have one.

"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore," it replied.