hogwarts chef

Harry, a country bumpkin who knew nothing about the wizarding world, seemed to have seen a ghost when he saw the cutting tools swishing through the store and the measuring tape he opened back and forth for measurement.The huge fitting mirror is constantly changing the content reflected in it, and it is still helping customers make comments.

"This dress of yours is really ugly. It looks like a short, fat pig."

Although I have just seen some mysterious things in the display window outside, not everyone will show the status of the workshop in the display window.

Obviously Mrs. Malkin did not have this hobby, so Harry could only see this magical sight after Hagrid pushed the door open for him.

"Long time no see, Hagrid."

A short, fat witch with a nice smile, wearing purple clothes, walked out from behind a row of clothes racks.

"Long time no see, Mrs. Malkin." Hagrid said with emotion: "How long must it be, 20 years? When I first met you, you were just a little girl."

"Shut up Hagrid, if you mention this again, I can guarantee you won't have anything to wear for the rest of the day!"

Mrs. Malkin's robe shop is also an ancestral craft. Their family's rule is to pass down the inheritance from daughter to son, and never change the husband's surname. When Hagrid came here more than 50 years ago when he was in school, the current Mrs. Malkin's grandmother was still running the store. At that time, the current Mrs. Malkin was not even born - she was not yet 40 years old after all.

"Do you want to buy Hogwarts school uniforms, dear?" Mrs. Malkin saw Harry next to Hagrid and immediately greeted him warmly. Before Harry could speak, she said, "We There are so many here, and all the little wizards at Hogwarts have their robes made to order from us."

If Zhang Heyang heard this, he would inevitably complain. No wonder it has existed for so many years. The monopoly business that specializes in supply is of course the best thing to do.

Sure enough, this Diagon Alley is full of complex ancient forces.

"Uh, okay."

Harry's scalp felt a little tense, and he agreed dryly, leaving himself at the mercy of Madam Malkin and the tools in her shop.

"The shoulders are a little narrow... the waist is very thin, oh, I might need to use more cloth here..." Mrs. Malkin began to judge Harry's body shape while measuring, and imagined the finished picture of the clothes in her mind, "Yes, yes , the border is wider, and the thin child will look grand... Wait a moment."

At the last word, Mrs. Malkin quickly put away the tools and turned around to go to the operating room at the back.

"The people in their family are always so resolute." Harry and Hagrid sat in the shop and stared at each other for a long time before Hagrid said.

"Yes." Harry nodded with deep understanding and said, "Hagrid, you just said you were going to Gringotts to get..."

"Shh!" Zhang Heyang's education made Hagrid's brain much easier to use. At least he knew that he was going to Gringotts to get the Philosopher's Stone and couldn't talk about it in Diagon Alley. There were too many aristocratic forces here, and people who coveted the Philosopher's Stone Also a lot.

"Why do you think only madmen would rob Gringotts?" Harry continued to ask without giving up.

"Because they know spells—they know witchcraft."

Hagrid opened the newspaper as he spoke, "They say that the most heavily guarded vaults are guarded by dragons. To get there, you have to find a way first - Gringotts is hundreds of miles underground in London, do you understand? ? Deeper than the subway. If you managed to steal something, you would have starved to death before you found a way out."

"Are you saying there are dragons in Gringotts?" Harry thought that dinosaurs had long been extinct, but then he thought that the dragons in the wizarding world should be the legendary giant dragons, large lizards that like sleeping and shiny things.

, has low reproductive capacity, but has terrible power.

"Yes, they say that," Hagrid said. "Yo, I've wanted a dragon too - I've wanted one since I was a kid."

"If you mean to raise a giant creature that's just as dumb and stupid as you, then you're indeed quite suitable for raising a dragon."

A sarcastic voice sounded, and Hagrid and Harry turned around suddenly to find a middle-aged man with burgundy eyes standing behind them with a sneer on his face. Next to him, there was a man who looked more or less like him. .

"Keith?"

Hagrid's expression suddenly turned ugly, and he stretched out his hand to pull Harry behind him, asking cautiously, "What are you doing here?"

"I can run into you wherever I go. Maybe I didn't read the almanac when I went out. Maybe I accidentally stepped on a dog or something."

Keith had a look of disdain on his face, looked Hagrid up and down, and let out a burst of harsh laughter, "It's surprising that a stupid guy like you actually knows how to buy a decent dress. Why, Dumbledore Did that bad old man take you to perform as a performer? You should really thank him. There is only this old man with an abnormal mind in the world who would often get into trouble and give you two dollars to spend."

"Never - insult - Albus Dumbledore - in front of - me!"

For Hagrid, Dumbledore was always the person who deserved his respect the most. Maybe there was one more person now, but his admiration for Dumbledore had not diminished at all.

He let out an angry roar, holding a wand in his huge palm and pointing it at Keith, and terrifying magic fluctuations began to gather.

In Mrs. Malkin's robe shop, it was like a hurricane blew out of thin air, making all the robes whistle. If the hangers were not enchanted to hold the clothes in place, they would have flown into the sky.

The man next to Keith's eyes flashed, he took a step forward, pulled out his wand from his robe, and pointed it at Hagrid.

The suffocating atmosphere continued to rise in the room. Usually Hagrid would always follow Zhang Heyang, and he would be overwhelmed by Zhang Heyang's insane strength at every turn. But when he was really angry and ready to fight, the enemy would feel it. Such horror.

The man who looked a lot like Keith felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire, and his whole body was shrouded in a dangerous aura.At this moment, Hagrid’s Dean-level strength was undoubtedly revealed.He was so frightened by Hagrid's huge magic power that he stumbled unconsciously.

"Commons!" Keith exclaimed, and he also pulled out his wand and pointed it at Hagrid, and the three of them faced off against each other.

Keith felt a little bitter in his heart. Although the magic power of the two of them was stronger than Hagrid's, this stupid big man obviously had high magic resistance and strong physical combat power. If he really wanted to fight, he also said Not sure who will win or lose.

"Damn it, when did this stupid guy become so strong?"

Hagrid was also troubled. He was not afraid of fighting. After breaking through and advancing, and seeing Zhang Heyang's fooling around too much, he felt eager to fight, but Harry was still behind him.Keith's strength can only be considered above average, but the strength of the man named Commons is definitely top-notch, and he may not be able to protect Harry in a real fight.

The two parties were engaged in a confrontation with their own thoughts, but when each wanted to retreat, another arrogant voice intervened: "Is the security in Diagon Alley so bad now? You can bring your son to buy clothes, and you can touch them." Get into a fight?"

A figure stepped in from outside the door, "Keith, old man, when did you degenerate into fighting casually... Aha, Hagrid, Keith, you are not only degenerate, you are also very promising!"

Seeing the person coming, the expressions of the three people confronting each other became ugly at the same time, but Keith's tone of anger was also a bit surprised, and he shouted: "Lucius!"