Hogwarts: I am the power of purification

Rowling walked into Madam Malkin's robe shop and saw a pale and thin young man standing on a footstool at the back of the hall, and a witch was pinning other black robes with pins.

"Hello, little wizard, are you here to order a wizard robe as well?"

"Yes ma'am"

Madam Malkin had Rowling stand on another footstool and put a robe on him, pinning it to the right length for him!

"Hey, are you going to Hogwarts too?"

"Yes," Rowling replied, looking at the silver-haired child next to him and thinking that this should be Draco Malfoy!

"My father is next door buying books for me, and my mother went to the street to buy a wand," Malfoy said slowly and drawlingly!

"Then I'm going to drag them to see the flying brooms. I don't understand why first years can't have their own flying brooms? I think I'm going to force my dad to buy me one, and then find a way to sneak it in."

Rowling didn't respond and thought to himself, what a proud and arrogant little Malfoy!

"Okay little wizard, the robe will be ready soon. Wait a moment!"

Rowling stepped down from the pedals and sat aside to wait! Malfoy followed Rowling and sat beside him. Malfoy suddenly pointed at Xiao Ke next to him.

"Is this your pet? Flying squirrel? I plan to ask my dad to buy a snake as a pet, but Hogwarts doesn't seem to allow snakes as pets. But it doesn't matter, my dad is the school director." . . . .

Rowling sat quietly waiting for the robe to be ready, thinking to himself, "It turns out that Draco is still a chatterbox."

"My name is Draco Malfoy, Malfoy from a pure-blood family of twenty-eight. What's your name? My dad is a Slytherin so I will definitely go to Slytherin House!"

"My name is Rowling Gandalf. Slytherin? A very good college." This inevitably reminded Rowling of Regulus Black.

"Maybe I'll go to Gryffindor!" My own blood!

"Gandalf family? I don't think I've heard of them! Why go to Gryffindor? My father said they are all reckless men." Draco raised his proud chin and said

Rowling knew that the underworld was not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly wisdom. He might as well make friends with the Malfoy family. Draco Malfoy did not want to become an evil wizard, he was more helpless!

After following the Dark Lord, Draco's grandfather became deceased, and Lucius Malfoy, who was still in school at the time, had to support the family by himself!

Draco does have the qualities of a Slytherin, he is still kind and pursues glory!

At this moment, Luo Lin was thinking secretly in his heart. He knew that if he wanted to convince the other party and show his true strength, he must take action.

Only then can you interact with others on an equal footing! Then he stood up, and a mysterious aura gushed out of him. His whole body was emitting a faint but dazzling light, as dazzling as the stars twinkling in the night sky.

At the same time, his plain grey robe began to flutter gently, like a flag swaying in the breeze. What was even more peculiar was that the breeze seemed to only swirl around Luo Lin's body, like a loyal guardian, never leaving him.

Then, Rowling looked at Draco firmly and said in a low and powerful voice: "The reason is simple, it's because the noble blood of the great Godric Gryffindor flows in my body!" These words were like a thunder that split the sky, shocking people's hearts.

Draco was obviously frightened by this sudden change. He stood up in horror, staring at everything happening in front of him with wide eyes. Looking at the glimmering light around Rowling and the robes dancing in the wind, he couldn't help but stammer in response:

"Hello... Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Rowling Gryffindor. Oh, no, please forgive my slip of the tongue, I should call you Sir Rowling Gandalf!" The words were full of awe and admiration.

Draco's attitude instantly became respectful, as if he realized that he had met an extraordinary person. He stopped talking too much!

Rowling found it funny to see Draco trying so hard to act like a little adult, but he also felt that he had gone too far and scared the child to the point of stuttering!

Rowling discovered that although Draco appeared arrogant on the surface, he had his own ideals and pursuits deep in his heart.

"Just call me Rowling. Draco hopes to be able to call you that!"

"Of course, Rowling," Draco said with a smile.

Madam Malkin was also shocked by the scene just now. An 11-year-old little wizard actually had such a strong energy fluctuation in his body. He must be even more powerful in the future! And he is a descendant of Gryffindor. Has the Gryffindor family that disappeared for a long time appeared again? !

Madam Malkin said carefully, "Two little wizards, the clothes are ready!"

Rowling took some wizard robes and said, "Thank you, Madam Malkin."

After the transaction is completed!

"See you at Hogwarts, Draco." Rowling said softly, then turned and walked away slowly, his figure gradually disappearing into the distance.

Looking at Rowling's receding figure, Draco felt a complex emotion in his heart. He knew that he still needed to wait for his parents to arrive, but at this moment, he could no longer calm down. Because he had just made such a powerful and special friend - Rowling.

Thinking of his father's reaction after hearing the news, Draco couldn't help but get excited. He seemed to see the proud smile on his father's face and hear his father's praise and affirmation of him. After all, it was not easy to establish such a deep friendship with the descendants of Gryffindor!

Draco couldn't help but recall the moments he had just had with Rowling.

At this moment, Draco couldn't wait to see his father and tell him about this wonderful experience. He wanted to tell his father how cleverly he dealt with various situations and how he showed his unique charm to win such an excellent partner as Rowling.

Draco stood there happily, looking forward to his father's return. He believed that after hearing his story, his father would be very proud of having such an outstanding son.

. . . .

Soon, the news that a descendant of Gryffindor blood appeared here spread like wildfire in Diagon Alley. Don't ask, even if you ask Madam Malkin, she won't admit that it was she who said it.

"Little Dragon! You said that you and the descendant of Gryffindor became close brothers? And you conquered him with your powerful charm?"

Lucius Malfoy said as he looked at his only son as if he were a fool. "Are you sure he is a descendant of Gryffindor?"

"Of course, if Dad doesn't believe me you can ask Madam Malkin!"

Lucius Malfoy's narrow and sharp eyes flashed with a light of inquiry and thought, and he looked directly at Madam Malkin. He frowned slightly, as if he wanted to get a definite answer from her.