[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

The three of them bought things very quickly. Basically, Mrs. Mojin started making magic robes, and they appeared at the door with a lot of magic items in their hands.

Dumbledore cheerfully pushed open the door, let the three people behind who were holding things in their hands move first, and finally closed the door by himself.

Tom Riddle sat on a chair and looked up at the people in front of the door. A smile flashed in his black eyes. He didn't make a mockery, but turned his head silently.

Hogwarts freshmen need to buy a lot of things. Except for pets, wands, and various clothes that need to be bought by the little wizard, parents can basically do it for them, such as books, tongs, potion supplies, etc. A series of miscellaneous things.

In Mycroft's hand was a key and some writings, books with fangs always trying to bite him, the keys were Gringotts keys, there were quite a few Galleons in the vault, and the books were some The magic book that little wizards need.The tongs were in the hands of Dana Lawrence, and he asked Dumbledore to cast a shrinking spell. As for the other potions, they were all on the dissatisfied Sherlock.

The latter had a dark face, the air pressure in his body was very low, and he was obviously not in a happy mood.

"Are there a lot of people?" Tom Riddle glanced at the clothes of the three of them, then looked back and asked clearly.

"It's almost flooding the whole street!" Dana Lawrence didn't want to think about the scene in front of the bookstore. It was thanks to them that he looked a little embarrassed now.

In fact, he was not the only one who was embarrassed.

Mycroft's clothes were not as neat as he had been at the beginning, and his jacket had creases that seemed to be caused by friction, but his posture was still as calm as ever.Sherlock was a little disgusted that his coat was touched by many people intentionally or unintentionally, and he clicked his tongue in displeasure.

Dana put the shrunken tong pan in his coat pocket, and walked to the sofa beside him. He first motioned for Hannibal to move aside, and then sat down on it, spreading his whole body on the back of the sofa.

The sofa wasn't too big, and it was already difficult to accommodate two grown men. Brothers Mycroft and Sherlock found a chair near the door and sat down, watching Madam Malkin keep using magic to make clothes with a little curiosity.

The cloth floated in mid-air and kept swinging. The chalk was lightly tapped by Mrs. Malkin with her magic wand, and the line was drawn on the cloth automatically and consciously. Then the scissors shining with silver light took over his work, and the cutting was carried out accurately according to the line. , Pieces of perfectly trimmed cloth were held in front of Mrs. Malkin by magic. The latter picked it up and observed it carefully, and then began to lightly tap it with the magic wand, and the cloth was stitched by light.

This is the difference between magic robes and ordinary clothes.

The former requires the use of special magic for stitching, and often those spells with special effects can only be found in families that have opened robe shops for generations.For example, Madam Malkin is now using the spell 'Strength' to make clothes for Tom Riddle, which will make the clothes more difficult to damage than other robes.Of course, there are many other spells, such as 'brightness', 'tightness', and 'multi-layer'. The light spell is needed to make clothes for some noble wizards, and it will make their wizard robes seem to emit a shimmer from the inside. .Tightness is to make the stitches tighter. As the name suggests, multi-layers are multi-layered clothes, which is a unique spell in winter.

"How many sets have you finished?" Sherlock asked excitedly, looking at the clothes floating in mid-air.He is very interested in things that violate the laws of physics, such as clothes floating in mid-air automatically, such as the process of making clothes without needles and threads.

His light eyes fell on Tom Riddle who was sitting on the chair in front of the long table.

The black-haired boy was silent for a long time before replying helplessly: "This is the last set." Mrs. Malkin's speed is very fast. Basically, after the magic tape measure is finished, she has already started making clothes. It was coming to an end when I came back.

The finished robes are thoughtfully packaged in pre-made packages.

"Then what are we going to do next, go to the wand shop?" Compared to how to make robes, Sherlock is still more interested in the wands held by wizards. If possible, he wants to study their specific structures.

What kind of material will allow some special power to pass through and then be emitted by the head of the wand.

Tom Riddle also cast his gaze on Dumbledore who was standing aside, who said with a smile, "Yes, the next stop is Ollivander's Wand Shop."

A silence.

Everyone didn't respond, and they continued to do their own things. What the Hogwarts vice-principal said didn't cause anything.

Dana Lawrence: "..." He was too lazy to speak.

The wizarding world is simply synonymous with simple and rude, putting the surname directly in front of the category, the robe shop is like this, and the next magic wand is like this.

Dumbledore seemed to be aware of this problem, his tone paused, and then he skillfully ignored everyone's reactions.

The awkward atmosphere was not broken until Mrs. Mojin finished making and packing all the clothes and sent everyone outside the door.

"I hope you succeed, child. For every wizard, the wand is his most loyal partner. You will always remember the moment of the first touch." Mrs. Malkin bent down and posted a message with the black-haired boy. Face to face, this is a traditional witch who likes this little guy with perfect etiquette.

The black-haired boy smiled, "Thank you very much for your reminder, Mrs. Malkin."

Just as Mrs. Malkin felt good about him, so did Tom Riddle, and it felt good to receive a second kindness from an older woman.

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Diagon alley, street

The wand shop is at the end of the alley, and the pet shop is probably in the middle of the alley. In order to save time, everyone decided to go to the pet shop first.

Inside the clean glass windows are small fluffy pets. They have different postures, but the only thing they have in common is their cuteness.The storefront signboard is a huge wooden board, exuding a slight silver light, with the words "Magic Pet Shop" written on it. The decoration of the whole store is in sharp contrast to the dilapidated storefront next to it.

As soon as the door is opened, the first thing that catches the eye is rows of cages with owls.

When the waiter came to greet everyone, he also saw the eyes of the black-haired boy: "This is a snowy owl from the mountains of Ireland. They will deliver your letter to the destination accurately."

Tom Riddle has no plans to switch pets.

Nagini is already great.

Today's silly father, as always, firmly said good things about his snake girl.

It's just that he needs a tool that can deliver letters. Hogwarts is not an ordinary school that can have weekends in the real world. There are only two or three holidays in a semester, and the rest of the time is at school. question.

But apparently he has a way now

Dana Lawrence also considered the same point, his eyes fell on the owls in the cage, and he stopped on a particularly large guy.

The black-haired boy also stopped.

The master and the apprentice looked at each other at the same time, and exchanged a look that you understand and I understand.

"How much is this one?" Dana Lawrence asked first.

Hogwarts is not too far from the store, but considering that he will send some heavy things in the future, it is better to ask for a larger owl. Besides, he just observed some and found that the owl beside the owl His companion always kept away from him by coincidence, and he was a vicious guy at first glance.

Dana Lawrence was even more satisfied.

Their family has never been bullied by outsiders, not even by owls who only deliver letters.

In the end they bought the owl from the waiter at a relatively expensive price.The reason is that the owl is a very rare brown fish owl.

After buying an owl, a group of people walked to the final destination.

"Ollivander's Wand Shop"

It was the most dilapidated shop in the alley.

The wooden signboard has been almost destroyed due to wind and rain erosion, and the handwriting on it is mottled and basically unrecognizable.The shop is very small and dark, because there are no windows, the light can't get in at all.

The big shelf is full of all kinds of long boxes, probably because they can't fit them, they are badly piled up in a large piece.

"Looks like there's a new little wizard?" A voice came from the pile of boxes.A small old man wearing presbyopic glasses was in front of the shelf and took a look at Tom Riddle.

"Good afternoon, Ollivander!" Dumbledore greeted first.

Is this the guy who made the wand?

Sherlock blinked and looked at the old man curiously, never less curious about these wizards.

"Good afternoon, Dumbledore, good afternoon, young master!" Ollivander first greeted the old man, and then turned his attention to Tom Riddle.

"Good afternoon, sir!" The black-haired boy performed the etiquette like a textbook.

"Let me see, oh, I remember what you need?" Ollivander supported the table in front of him with both hands, and looked at the black-haired boy in front of the door through his presbyopic glasses.

Dana Lawrence frowned slightly.

The name has changed.

He was a little suspicious of the old man in front of him from the very beginning, and no one could escape his ears. No matter who it was, even Dumbledore was discovered by him.

However, he ignored the old man named Ollivander.

From you to you, this subtle change of address made him sensitively feel that the other party seemed to have discovered something, but Dumbledore didn't say anything because of the presence of Dumbledore.

what exactly is it?

Dana didn't think that the other party was afraid. The look in his eyes was not so much fear as it was a look similar to happiness, but what was there for the other party to be happy about?

He thought of the questions that had been haunting him all along.

History, Tom Riddle history.

Maybe something great happened to the ancestor of the cowardly mother of his apprentice.