Melee wizards at Hogwarts

While Dumbledore was busy studying spells, Parsifal had already left the castle with Professor McGonagall who looked a little unhappy.

"Mr. Williams, the world of wizards is far more dangerous than you think. As a young wizard, what you should do is start slowly learning how to master this magical power in Hogwarts, instead of trying to master it without knowing it." Where did this dangerous curse come from.”

His emerald green eyes stared closely at Parsifal, and his lips were flat without any arc.

"If Professor Dumbledore hadn't happened to be free, maybe I would have had to leave a bed for you in St. Mungo's ward, and the consequences might even have been more serious."

——There is no doubt that Professor McGonagall is really angry with Parsifal.

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I won't do it again."

Parsifal lowered his head. When facing Dumbledore, he could be thoughtful or make some preparations, but when faced with Professor McGonagall's warning, he did not even dare to think of a rebuttal.

He has become accustomed to the reality of reality, and it is not like "everyone in the world is your father" in fairy tales. Very few people will be unconditionally good to others. But he was very sure that Mag's warning at this moment was truly for his consideration and did not involve any interests.

And this time it was indeed his fault. Relying on his understanding of the "future", his mentality did not change.

"So, are you ready to officially enter the world of wizards?"

Seeing Parsifal's attitude, Professor McGonagall showed a satisfied smile and raised the wand in his hand.

"Disapparan!"

…………

The already familiar spell sounded, and the next second, the two of them appeared on a long cobblestone street.

Behind the two of them is a tall white building with Gringotts Wizarding Bank hanging on the roof. In front of its shiny bronze door, there were several green dwarfs wearing scarlet and gold uniforms, paying respect to the people who came and went.

But for some reason, Parsifal always felt that they would take off their robes at any time, beat their fists against their chests and say "waaaaaaaaaaaaagh".

"This is Diagon Alley, where the first-year wizards will buy what they need. According to the school's regulations, first-year students need to prepare uniforms, textbooks, wands, and some tools needed for class."

Professor McGonagall reminded Parsifal to take out the list from his arms and explained it to Parsifal while he was looking at it.

"Maybe some things have to be bought secondhand, but I think clothes always have to be brand new. Follow me."

After thinking briefly, Professor McGonagall took Parsifal for a few quick steps and arrived at a shop not far from Gringotts.

"Mrs. Malkin's Robe Store" reads the wooden sign.

The store doesn't look big. There is an orange wooden counter at the door, and inside there are silver hangers with various robes on display. Behind the counter, stood a short and fat witch in purple clothes.

"Meg, have you finally thought of changing into some robes today? I'm not telling you that your wardrobe really needs to be replenished. Come over here and try it. I've made a few new styles."

Seeing Mag, the witch suddenly became excited.

"No, Malkin, I just brought him to buy robes for the beginning of school. Williams, you stay here for a while, and I will help you purchase the crucible and other things that will be used in class. When you finish here Afterwards, wait for me at Ollivander’s store at the end of the alley.”

Professor McGonagall frowned and pulled Parsifal in front of him, blocking the path of the purple witch who wanted to get closer. Then, after counting out 10 gold galleons and handing them to Parsifal, he turned his head without hesitation. leave.

"She always likes to look so serious. But since she has brought you in, I will definitely give you a good price. What is your name?"

Madam Malkin, who had only noticed Parsifal until then, watched Professor McGonagall leave with a smile, then knelt down and smiled.

"Parsifal Williams, do you seem to have a good relationship with Professor McGonagall?"

Parsifal was a little curious. He had the impression that Professor McGonagall would rarely do such a disrespectful thing.

"That's natural. Smart little wizard, come in with me."

Hearing that Parsifal thought he had a good relationship with Professor McGonagall, Mrs. Malkin broke into a big smile and pulled Parsifal to the curtain at the back of the store.

"Three sets of black plain work robes, that's good."

"And a pointed hat, well, it goes well with your blond hair."

"If you want a cloak for winter, just use this one. It's left over from a customer's order. Although it may be a bit large, it can at least give you a good discount."

"How about some shirts? Or a windbreaker? Oh, forget it."

Madam Malkin, the purple-clad witch, is as passionate as fire. Like a confused boy who was dragged into the mall by his mother to buy clothes during the Chinese New Year (erroneously), Parsifal was a little confused at the moment.

After he was dragged into the curtain, Madam Malkin waved her wand lightly, and two tape measures wrapped around him like a python, and all kinds of fabrics shone and flew back and forth. For nearly half an hour, he was manipulated like this, unable to even get a word in.

"5 Galleons and 13 Sickles, but for the sake of your cuteness, I'll charge you 5 Galleons."

When everything was done, Mrs. Malkin, who was already out of breath, clapped her hands and said to Parsifal.

"Okay, Madam Malkin. Can I ask you something else?"

Parsifal counted out six galleons and gave them to the witch. Although the other party said that he was taking care of himself, the price was obviously not a "discount". If conditions permit, he does not want to take advantage of Professor McGonagall's favor.

"What do you want to ask? My birthday? Hobby? By the way, I like violets."

With a smile, Mrs. Malkin threw the golden galleon into the counter, and then conjured a teapot and two teacups.

With a wave of the magic wand, within a moment, the water in the teapot was already boiling, curls of white smoke rose, and then he jumped on his feet and poured deep red tea into their cups.

"Is this an advanced step for me to cook myself and ask me to pour myself?"

Looking at this magical scene and thinking to himself, Parsifal now really realized what an exaggerated world he had entered. At least Newton's coffin board was completely crushed to death.

"I want to know, why can't you cast magic on the wizard's robe? For example, it can keep it clean, or make it strong, or even create a space in the pocket."

After a little wording, Parsifal asked the question he had always been curious about.