HP pure blood glory

This is a traditional Gothic complex in the Cornish village of Brandenburg in northern Germany - a purely wizarding village that has lost touch with the Muggle world for centuries.

One of these, in the center of the Cornish village, is a huge steeple church with a huge statue of Tim inside.It is surrounded by buildings about three stories high, which together make up the famous Tim's Castle.

No one knows that this castle has existed for centuries. Looking at the traces of magic left on the castle and the dense magical plants around it, maybe it was born together with the Cornish village.

Over a long period of time, the castle has gone through generations of owners and still stands there.His existence seemed to be the soul of the Cornwall village, symbolizing the last pure land in Germany that was not polluted by Muggles.

And now, the hostess of the castle, Mrs. Frieda, is happily enjoying the sweet and sour flower tea. A pair of bone china tableware is placed on the dining table, and two small nut cakes are placed on it.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared on the light-colored stained glass, and then there was a sound of "crack! Crack!", as if some kind of bird had accidentally bumped into it.

Even such a loud noise could not dampen Mrs. Frieda's good mood. The porcelain spoon with a silver handle in her hand was stirring the tea slowly.

The bird didn't put down the spoon until the bird seemed a little annoyed and started hitting the glass harder.

"Ulis"

With a slight "snap!", a short elf in a special dress appeared beside the dining table.He has gray skin, and the skin at the corners of his eyes is a little wrinkled, but his unattractive appearance does not affect his elegant demeanor. He put his right hand on his left shoulder and bowed deeply, "Yes! Ma'am !"

"Go get Louis over here."

"Yes! Ma'am!" The elf screamed sharply, and with another slight "pop!", the figure at the dining table disappeared without a trace.

"Clean it up!" Louis cast a cleaning spell on himself.

It was a familiar smell again, the boy was a little dissatisfied, and raised his hand again, "Clear it up!"

This time he changed the timing of the spell.

"Master!" Julius' sharp voice sounded.

The boy looked at himself in the mirror with some dissatisfaction, and the boy in the mirror frowned at him.

While waiting, Julis kept screaming, as if someone was choking him.

"Speak." The boy finally cast his gaze on the little elf.

"Yes! Master!" the elf screamed and replied, "It's the lady who called me master! The lady asked Ulis to call me master! Ulis called me master! Ulis used meme to call my little master!"

The boy raised his hand to stop the elf's words, "Understood, let's go down."

Julius seemed to be tied by the throat with a rope.The last look on his face before he disappeared was those eyes that were about to pop out.

The boy took one last look at the figure in the mirror.

"Gloves—come flying!"

Accompanied by the sound of a spell, a pair of dark green dragon leather gloves flew over from nowhere and slipped on the boy's hands obediently.

The boy held his wand in his right hand and pushed open the door.

"Mother, are you looking for me?"

He walked up to Mrs. Frieda and bent slightly.

Mrs. Frieda rolled her eyes at him, and it was not surprising to see the boy frown.

"I don't know who you learned from." Frieda muttered with some complaints, and then she seemed to be vented when she saw the boy maintain the action just now as if he didn't hear anything, "I really convinced you .”

She turned her head, raised her chin slightly, and faced the stained glass, "Your letter."

The boy straightened up and walked to the window—poor bird, with few hairs left on his head.

As soon as the window opened, the bird (oh, now I see it clearly, a black and white owl) flew in.Dropped a letter and flew away without looking back.

The boy looked at the letter left on the dining table and hesitated, "Ulis!"

"Yes! Master!" Julius' figure quickly appeared, with an obvious flattering smile on his wrinkled face, and he felt elated after being summoned by the master one after another.

"Open it and read it to me, don't say extra words." Louis sat down opposite Mrs. Frieda.

Mrs. Frieda watched the boy's movements with a helpless smile on her face.

"So, what can you do when you go to school?"

The boy said of course, "I'll take Julis with me."

Mrs. Frieda put on a gesture of watching the show, "So here comes the problem—"

It signaled Julius to start reading, and the elf glanced at the boy, pulled out the letter and began to read:

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore. (President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizarding Association, first-class magician of the Merlin Sir Order)

Dear Mr. Meyer:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.Semester is scheduled to start on September 31.We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July [-]st.

"so?"

Mrs. Frieda winked at him, as if to say: Yes, that's what you think.

The boy stood up all of a sudden, clenched his wand, "I, am I going to that damned Hogwarts?" His voice of gnashing teeth when he said "Hogwarts" made Mrs. Frieda couldn't help laughing come out.

"Obviously."

"why?"

"Honey, you're so cute when you're angry," replied Mrs. Frieda with great interest.

"Mother." The boy emphasized his tone.

"Well, maybe Tim knows." That's obviously not a good answer, Tim knows?Damn Tim knows, of course Tim knows everything!But can he ask him!

"I thought it was Durmstrang," said the boy reluctantly.

"Well, you also said that you 'thought'. You never know what's in front of you until the last moment - remember this, my child, this is my first lesson for you .”

After a while, the man of the house, Mr. Meyer, came in with rain all over his body.

"Oh, what the hell weather." The master pulled out his fourteen-inch wand from the wand holder, and cast a drying spell and a warming spell on himself, "Heat up quickly!"

Then he noticed the mother and child at the dining table.

"Ah, little Louis." He saw the letter in Julius's hand, "Congratulations!"

The boy knew it was a deal.

"Ah, time is really tight." Mr. Meyer took off his woolen coat over and over again—the elf standing aside tiptoed to take it over—"It's just a good thing. I've heard of Hogwarts It's a good school, Ts - you should be honored for that."

The boy had already stood up at this time, looking at his father expressionlessly, "What should I do?"

Mrs. Frieda said dissatisfiedly: "Look, it's that expression again - never surprised, not like a child at all - how I miss you when you were two or three years old - at that time You can cry, you can still laugh, and I still remember that time when you liked to bite your fingers—”

"Mom, I'm not young anymore." The boy interrupted the other party angrily, and Tim knew what else the other party could say!

"That's great." Mrs. Frieda didn't say any more, but her expression made it obvious that she was remembering something—after all, it wasn't a good thing.

"I'm already 11 years old." The boy emphasized, "Well, I'm 11 years old." The last sentence was spoken as if to convince himself.

"Let me see." Mr. Meyer brought the envelope, which apparently contained two more sheets of paper covered in beautiful cursive letters in blue-black ink.

"We need to purchase some books, um, and obviously some necessary equipment."

"I already have a wand."

Mr. Meyer looked up at him and smiled, "Of course it's more than that, you need a pair of dragon leather gloves—" His gaze rested on the boy's hands for a few seconds, "Very good, although I don't know when you already have .”

"It was a Christmas present from Uncle Xavier last year," the boy explained.

"Well - apparently - you'll also need a cauldron, standard size 2. Crystal phials - obviously you'll need a few more. Telescopes - let me see, I might have another one from my schooldays Yes, absolute goodies that never go out of style. Oh, and a pet: an owl or a cat or a toad.”

"Can't Gray?" The boy raised his left hand, and if he looked carefully, he could find a small dark green snake on the glove. Its color was exactly the same as that of the glove. If it weren't for the pair of ruby-like glasses, it would be difficult for people to spot him.

"It doesn't seem to work." Meyer looked at it for a while and replied regretfully.

"Durmstrang will do," said the boy, somewhat angrily. "I don't know why you've changed your mind. I bet you didn't object to me taking Gray to school."

After all, he was an 11-year-old child, and the boy obviously couldn't control his emotions at the moment.

"Well." Mr. Meyer nodded. "Let's talk about this point. I will write to Mr. Dumbledore to discuss it."

The little snake crawled onto the boy's wrist and closed its eyes again.

"I think we need to go to England before school starts." Mr. Meyer looked at the boy and his mother. "Little Louis will not want to go in our country clothes."

Boy do you have no doubts about that.

"And those textbooks, we'd better be able to buy them all at once in the UK."

The boy nodded.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is purely to test the waters, to see if there are many people who like it... If there are really few, alas, maybe I will update slowly... After all, it is my YY product, I don’t know When will the interest in Draco fade away... So it's really up to you, if you don't like it, then I will probably abandon this article... My other article is not as fast , but I will never give up, I have to finish writing even if I grit my teeth... I may just post five chapters to test the water...