HP in the name of Slytherin

Under Catherine's encouraging gaze, Tom slowly came to the counter, took a deep breath, and slowly picked up the black wand.

The wand was cold as usual in his hand, and before it could deliver any magic power, it already felt vaguely familiar and close to his hand, as if it was born just for him.

Conveying magic power, this dark and sinister wand sent a warm wind, and when it brushed against my face, I could faintly hear the neighing of snakes.

What might have been scary to others, it felt familiar and reassuring to Tom.

Before Catherine appeared, Tom, who was still a little orphan, had his best friends with the snakes that occasionally appeared in the orphanage.

It's just that Voldemort gradually forgot his former friends, and as he moved further and further away, the little snakes changed from former partners to subordinates, and finally became tools to demonstrate power and intimidate others.

Tom doesn't like that, he likes snakes.

"I think this is it," Ollivander said. "Only the most outstanding, talented, and unique wizard can control it. It has been almost 700 years since it was completed. Even Miss Slytherin, it fits it perfectly." The degree is not that high.”

Ollivander's words were not surprising to Catherine, "Everyone is different. Even if my father made the same wand again without his special mark, it would not be his own wand."

"I hope it can stay with you for a longer time." Ollivander said reluctantly.

He knew that people in the Slytherin family would make their own wands. This child looked exactly like Voldemort when he was a child. Catherine said his surname was Slytherin. Ollivander did not want to explore so many truths.

He just handed over the wand box, doily, etc. to Tom with great care. Fortunately, the little wizard's eyes were full of treasure.

"I'll put it to good use." The kid even took it with both hands.

Seeing him like this, Ollivander rarely said more: "My family rarely uses snakewood to make wands, because it has a certain magic power in itself, which makes people feel too stubborn... Well, some people call it paranoid. .”

Tom didn't find it difficult to control. He was reluctant to take the wand back and kept rubbing it in his hand.

Ollivander's strange silver-white eyes turned from him to Catherine, and the initial wariness and resistance disappeared, "You know, it has another meaning."

"Loyal to the master, passionate about honor and... unchanging love," Catherine touched Tom's head. The boy was curious about their words and looked at her seriously with his dark eyes. It has existed many years ago and has nourished many living beings, so there is a saying that its existence is an unchanging love for life."

Tom blinked, feeling a surge of warmth in his heart, making his eyes red.

Whether it is Tom or Voldemort, they undoubtedly love "life" deeply, but they express it in completely different ways.

Not wanting to be seen by others, he quickly turned his head and pretended to fix his hair.

Ollivander smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your patronage. Due to the special craftsmanship, this wand costs 10 Galleons."

He couldn't open his shop for too long, lest Death Eaters or minions wandering the streets would find out and come to lobby him again.

Catherine understood, gave him the money, and left Ollivander's wand shop with Tom.

As soon as they left, Ollivander locked the store again and continued to pretend that he was not there.

Tom had just been immersed in the joy of getting a brand new wand, but as soon as he went out, he was greeted by the cold air and the deserted Diagon Alley.

He pouted, having completely lost interest in shopping, and accompanied Catherine back to the corner he passed just now. It was the dessert shop that Tom had mentioned before, and it was now ready to be resold.

In these years, the power of Death Eaters has been growing day by day. Some Aurors used to come to Diagon Alley to maintain law and order, but now they have all disappeared. Newspapers began to advocate the nobility of pure blood. It seems that the whole world has begun to reject hemps and mixed bloods. Even before, After being arrested, everyone saw that the Death Eaters who intentionally hurt people and smashed up shops were also released without charge.

As a result, many shops in Diagon Alley have closed, and this is not the only one that is for sale.

But Catherine came to the store first, knocked on the door, and asked if anyone was there in the same way as before. This time she did not say who she was, only that she was here to buy a store.

She obviously looked like a child. There were many people nearby this time, so Catherine did not ask Tom to lift his hood. Anyway, the two were about the same height now, and they looked like two children at first glance.

After a while, the door of the store opened from the inside. The old store manager looked around and greeted the two customers to come in.

There was also an old man in the store. Although both of them were dressed as wizards, Catherine could tell that the old woman in the house was a wizard of hemp origin. This was probably the reason why the grandfather, who was obviously a pure-blood, was planning to sell the store.

Facing the two children, the grandfather was obviously not so guarded. The old woman brought them hot milk and greeted them kindly: "Good afternoon, children, are you here to shop?"

It seemed like the old man wouldn't be angry even if he said he was here to play a prank.

"Yes, I'm sorry to bother you two. How much do you plan to sell this shop for?" Catherine took the cup with both hands and asked, "I heard that your vanilla cup is great. I wonder if there is still a chance now." Taste it.”

Tom's eyes lit up. The hunched old woman was only a little taller than Tom. She seemed to find that Tom became visibly energetic when she heard this sentence. She said with a smile: "And, I just did it at noon." Some of the cookies were baked less than half an hour ago."

"That's great," Catherine clasped her hands together and smiled very sweetly, "Can you give us three glasses?"

"Of course, kids, it's winter now. I'm making chocolate chip cookies. This is what I'm good at." The old woman said and walked to the kitchen.

The old store manager listened quietly. After the old woman left, he slowly asked, "Are you really here to buy a store?"

"Yes," Catherine nodded, "please tell me the price."

The old store manager mumbled with his dry mouth for a moment, then changed his words and said: "If you rent it year by year, it will cost 700 galleons a year. If you buy it directly, it will cost 7777 galleons."

Catherine only smiled and said: "What a special number. Is the number 7777 special to you?"

The old store manager looked at Catherine with cloudy eyes and said "hmm" for a while without explaining.

"Here comes the vanilla cup~" the old lady's happy voice came from the kitchen.

She brought out three cups of vanilla ice cream served in tall bowls. No wonder she said it was the winter version. The real vanilla ice cream has two little snowman-like balls in the middle, surrounded by a circle of thumb cookies and round little balls. The cakes and colorful candies are piled high with ingredients. The ice cream snowman pops out from the bottom of the cup, and it looks delicious.

"Thank you." Catherine reached out and took it, placing the first glass between her and Tom and giving it to Helbo. The second cup was given to Tom, the third cup... Tom picked up the third cup himself and brought it to her.

The little boy's eyes were filled with broken stars, sparkling.

He didn't say thank you, but because Catherine still remembered what he had just said unintentionally and understood the regret hidden in his words, Tom was so moved that his eyes turned red again... If he had to speak, I'm afraid he would be pregnant now Crying tone.