[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Ollivander's Wand Shop is the only wand shop in Diagon Alley.Although its storefront is small and dilapidated, it has never been able to hinder foreign wizards who come here admiringly.

"This is it." Beatrice said happily.

Christo glanced at it, only to feel that there was a dilapidated smell everywhere, and the gold signboard on the door had peeled off. Before she had time to read the words on the signboard, she was pulled in by Beatrice.

"Good afternoon, girls." As soon as they entered the door, they heard the crisp sound of wind chimes, accompanied by a very soft voice, as if the long and narrow boxes that were almost piled up to the ceiling contained not wands, but sleeping people. Child.

Christo replied cautiously: "Hello."

Mr. Ollivander exclaimed: "My God, Merlin, Miss McMillan, you are still alive! No, no, I mean, life is full of miracles!"

Beatrice looked at Christo with interest, who tilted her head in surprise, and said cautiously: "Sorry, sir, I think you misidentified the person, I am an orphan."

Even Beatrice was surprised at this time, she hesitated to speak.Ollivander has already said: "How is it possible? You came to my place when you were a child, Mike—" He suddenly seemed to think of something, and his silver eyes that were originally wide open drooped, "Well, maybe This is Merlin's coincidence." He pulled out a small dusty box from the bottom of the cabinet, "Come on, try this one, seven inches, silver poplar wood, phoenix feathers, thin and flexible, yes The control of the magic is very good." He stared at the little girl, without telling her that it was a wand ordered by Mrs. McMillan for her dead daughter.

Silver-white rod body, gray-green handle, non-slip detailed pattern, and a letter C engraved on the bottom of the handle.As soon as Christo got the wand, she waved it lightly, she read in a low voice, the fluorescent light flickered, and a soft light appeared on the tip of the wand.

"It couldn't be better!" Ollivander applauded.Beatrice patted her on the shoulder with a "disappointed face": "I was still waiting for you to blow up Mr. Ollivander's shop." The teasing light in her eyes still couldn't hide it, I laughed out loud, "It seems that I have to do it!"

Mr. Ollivander's eyes lit up: "Eleven inches, mahogany dragon beard core, and damaged six of my 190 wands when trying the wands."

Christo looked at her in surprise, Beatrice coughed, and said shamelessly, "I'm here to break the record today!"

Sure enough, Beatrice changed more than 20 wands, and it exploded five times during the period, and once the spring water gushed straight to the ceiling.She raised her eyebrows, and looked at Christo embarrassedly: "I planned to take you to buy everything..."

Christo pursed her lips and smiled: "How did you know that Beatrice was so disgusted by the magic wands? Don't worry, I don't have to worry about anything if I have the magic wand!" Shrunk down quickly and put it in a cardboard box.

After bidding farewell to Beatrice, Christo walked down the alley.The noon sun was a bit blazing, and she could only see the shop sign on the other side when she walked under the eaves. If she hadn't seen the unknown professor through the window, she would have almost missed Madam Malkin's robe shop.When she walked in alone, she immediately saw a boy with short platinum-blond hair combing the chairman's head standing next to the professor. He was speaking somewhat cautiously, and there seemed to be a hint of awe in his light gray eyes.Just as she was about to make sure, the short and chubby Mrs. Malkin had stepped forward and greeted her with a wide smile.

"Lovely little girl, do you want to buy a Hogwarts school uniform?"

As soon as Christo nodded, Madam Malkin dragged her to the back of the shop. The unknown professor had strode away, leaving only the tall and thin boy standing on the footstool, and a witch was using Pins fasten his black robe.Christo was placed on another footstool, and Mrs. Malkin personally pinned her to a suitable length.

Christo turned her head and looked at this future classmate carefully, only then did she notice that his skin was very pale, his pursed lips looked very thin, and his thin face was clearly childish, yet he wanted to pose The appearance of an adult.

"Hello, do you know the professor just now?" Kristo asked curiously.

"Yes, Professor Snape." The boy puffed out his chest, very proud, "Daddy asked him to teach me Potions."

Christo didn't notice the boy's expression, she was already stunned, it was Professor Snape!God, she met him so many times without saying hello once.She twitched her feet uneasily, and Madam Malkin quickly held her down.

The boy seemed very satisfied with Christophe's expression: "Professor Snape is the best potions master, my father and him are good friends. Do you know Felicia Potion?" He didn't wait for Christophe to answer, and continued Said, "Professor always makes it easy!"

He acted as if he was the one who could brew the Felicity Potion, and Christo frowned.

"Hey, do you know what Felicity Potion is?" He looked arrogantly at Christo's calm face, with some mockery in his voice.

There was a trace of displeasure in Christo's heart, and she said slowly: "Absinthe wormwood, moonshine grass, unicorn horn powder, and fifteen drops of mint water are in..."

"What's your last name?" The boy opened his eyes wide.

Christo sneered in her heart. She probably guessed that the boy in front of her came from a pure-blooded family. She really didn't like his arrogant look, so she replied indifferently: "David."

Sure enough, the eagerness on the boy's face receded instantly: "Oh."

At this time, the witch who was measuring the boy's clothes said, "Mr. Malfoy, it's ready."

The boy immediately jumped off the footstool, and even then Christo was only slightly taller than him.His tone was drawn out: "Goodbye, Hogwarts."

Christo hummed indifferently, but thought in her heart that it would be best not to meet him again.

As a result, when Christo was looking for a bookstore everywhere, she ran into the boy again.She tried to pretend she didn't see it, but the boy yelled, "Hey, why don't you come and take a look? Nimbus 2000! It's awesome!"

Christo had no choice but to stop, and said apologetically, "I still have a lot of things to buy."

"What else is there?" the boy asked casually, but his eyes seemed to be fixed to the window by nails.

A thought flashed in Christo's mind, it's better to ask him directly: "Do you know where I can buy books?"

The boy turned his head and looked at her in surprise: "Buying books? Isn't the bookstore next to the robe shop?" He looked at Christo critically, "Where are your parents? Didn't they come with you?"

Christo said calmly: "I'm an orphan, I'm leaving first." The boy gave her a suspicious look, and ran up: "I just happened to be going to the bookstore to find my father, and I want him to buy me a flying apsaras." Broom! Why can’t first-year freshmen bring a broom, I must sneak one in.”

Christo didn't make a sound, she really couldn't take a liking to this domineering boy.

"Do you have your own broomstick?"

"No."

"You haven't played Quidditch before, have you?" The boy's voice raised slightly.

Christo shook her head, she didn't even know what Quidditch was.

"I'm sorry, I forgot that you are an orphan." The boy said indifferently, there was no trace of apology in his tone.

Christo was a little annoyed, she just walked forward.The boy didn't seem to notice, and shouted: "Then what else do you usually play?"

Christo stopped and looked up at him: "You want to know—" She saw the boy's astonished expression, and her voice was a little condescending, "What else can I have? Boiling slugs, squeezing rat galls, Oh, these are all gadgets——” She hooked the corners of her lips, “The most important thing—brew disasters, torture death, why don’t you try it, and make you more like a pure blood!” She turned and left, ignoring The boy who was sluggish in place entered the Lihen Bookstore in one breath.

She compared the book list and picked one locally.The bookshelves here are so full of books that they pile up to the ceiling, giving Chris a headache.She was huddled in the crowd, struggling to get the spell book from the seventh floor, when Harry appeared, he smiled shyly at Kristall, and Hagrid helped her get a whole set. books.

"Thank you." Christo thanked sincerely.Hagrid laughed and patted Harry on the shoulder, almost knocking the thin Harry down. "What else is there?"

"Only stationery." Christo smiled brightly. "I plan to buy some other books. Let's meet at Ira's owl shop at the entrance of the alley later. I want an owl."

"Harry still has potion supplies and a wand, so don't worry too much."

After they made up their minds, Hagrid used his muscular body to squeeze a way, and took Harry away.Christo piled the stack of books on the cabinet and looked around for potion books. She only picked out a few, but she really couldn't stand being crowded around by the adults who were buying books in the store. "Excuse me, excuse me—" she yelled, slipping through the little gap the crowd made.She settled the bill, went to the stationery store to buy paper and pens, and then hurried to the pet store.

Christo was almost dazzled by all kinds of owls, she wanted a big and majestic one, but also wanted a small and cute one.She hesitated for a long time, even Harry and Hagrid arrived.In the end, she chose an owl with light ginger feathers, with eyes the size of half a fist embedded in a not-so-big head, which looked very funny.Harry chose a beautiful snowy owl.

In the evening, they went through the wall and returned to the somewhat deserted Leaky Cauldron. Harry was sent away by Hagrid, and Crystal followed Lockhart back home.Along the way, Christo was telling Lockhart what she had seen and heard.

"I saw Professor Snape today!" She was like a kitten that just snatched a fish, and she was very proud.

"Then do you still like him?" Lockhart asked. "I remember when I was at Hogwarts, everyone called him a slug."

"You are not allowed to call him that!" Kristo quarreled, "Although he looks so serious, am I still looking forward to it?"

Lockhart scratched her nose and said angrily, "It's better not to write a letter to complain..."