Professor HP is not a pedophile

Severus hurried Harry to Ollivander's wand shop, he really didn't want to spend any more time with the Boy Who Lived, look at his cowering stupidity!It's not like the enthusiastic and lively Lily at all!

Harry trotted after him into the small, shabby wand shop.

Harry had the strange feeling of being in a tightly controlled library; he suppressed the multitude of new questions that had just arisen in his mind, and began to look at the thousands of long, narrow cardboard boxes stacked almost to the ceiling.For some reason, he suddenly felt hairy.The dust and silence here seem to make people feel that mysterious magic is hidden.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice, startling Harry.

An old man stood before them, his big pale eyes like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"Good afternoon," said Harry primly.

"Oh, yes," said the old man, "yes, yes, I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, and that's no problem. Your eyes are like your mother's..."

"Ollivander!" Severus interrupted impatiently, "you just need to choose the Boy Who Lived his wand, without talking so much nonsense!"

Ollivander blinked at Harry, "Well, Mr. Potter, let me see," he took out a long tape measure with silver scales from his pocket, "Which arm do you use? wand"

Harry stole a glance at Severus and said to Ollivander, "I'm right-handed, sir."

Ollivander finished his measurements with a tape measure, pulled box after box from the pile of boxes on the shelf that was almost as high as the ceiling, and showed him the wands inside.

After half an hour of selection, Harry finally settled on an eleven-inch wand of holly wood and phoenix feathers, and fired golden sparks from it.

Mr. Ollivander exclaimed, "Oh, wonderful, oh, really, wonderful. Oh, oh, oh... so wonderful... so wonderful..."

He put Harry's wand in the box, wrapped it in brown paper, and kept saying, "Wonderful... wonderful... Mr. Potter, two tail feathers from the same phoenix made this one." Wand, another tail feather made another wand. You were destined to use this wand, and its brother... Well, it was his brother who gave you that scar."

"Ollivander!" Severus warned him loudly, "don't say anything unnecessary!" He turned to Harry and said in a stern tone, "Potter, pay!"

Startled by him, Harry asked Ollivander in a murmur, "Sir, how much is this wand?"

Ollivander accepted seven Galleons from him with a smile - it is worth mentioning that he also explained to Harry the denominations and conversion of coins in the wizarding world, which Severus did not explain to Harry - and watched them out of the wand shop.

Although Harry was a little curious about what Ollivander said about his scars, he still didn't dare to ask Severus any questions. He just walked and thought all the way, and didn't come back to his senses until he was brought to Madam Malkin's clothing store Come.

"Give me your list of books, Potter," Severus said threateningly, "I'm going to buy you your textbooks, and you, just go in and buy your wizard robes for me." , stay here and wait for me to come back! Otherwise, I will not guarantee your safety!"

"Yes, sir." Harry handed over the neatly folded book list in his pocket, watched him walk away from the crowd with great momentum like Moses splitting the sea, and then walked in with a sigh of relief. clothing store.

Mrs. Malkin was a squat witch with a big smile and a purple dress. "Are you going to buy Hogwarts school uniforms, my dear?" Before Harry could speak, she said, "We here There are so many, to be honest, there is a young man trying on clothes in it right now."

Harry followed her gaze and saw a platinum-haired boy standing on a stool as a witch pinned up his black robe.

The boy looked over at him, and he subconsciously showed him a shy but kind smile.

The boy froze for a moment, and raised the corner of his mouth at him.

Madam Malkin smiled and made Harry stand on another stool next to the boy, and put a robe on him, pinning it to the right length for him.

"Hey," said the boy, "are you going to Hogwarts too?"

"Yes," Harry smiled shyly at him, "Hello, my name is Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter?!" the boy called out together with Madam Malkin and the young witch who had taken his measurements, looking at Harry in surprise.

Harry shrank his neck uncomfortably, and looked at them suspiciously, "Is my name strange? I mean...why are you all so surprised?"

"Don't you really know?" the boy exaggerated, "You are the savior of the wizarding world!"

Harry was even more confused, "I'm sorry, I really don't understand, you know, I grew up with my aunt, I didn't even know I was a wizard before I received the letter from Hogwarts, neither did my aunt's family Magic, I thought I was really a monster like she said."

"What!" The other three shouted again.

The boy looked angry, "You lowly Muggle! How dare they!"

Madam Malkin threw Harry into her arms and said, choking with emotion, "Oh, poor little Harry!"

Harry blushed and was almost out of breath.

The young witch blablabla said a lot about the "savior", and Harry knew that his parents' death was not caused by a car accident like his aunt said.He had a sore nose, tears filled his big green eyes, and said softly, "I never knew..."

"Hey, you, don't cry," the platinum-haired boy panicked, and hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him, "Don't cry, if others know that the savior is a crybaby, they will laugh at you your!"

Harry took the handkerchief, took off his glasses, wiped away his tears, and gave him a forced smile, "Thank you, I don't know your name yet."

"Draco Malfoy," the boy raised his chin, seemingly proud of his name, "you can call me Draco."

Harry returned the handkerchief to him, "Hello, Draco, may I be your friend?" He said a little embarrassed.

"Of course." Draco nodded, and in order to divert his sadness, he bypassed the topic, "Since you grew up in the Muggle world, shall I tell you about the wizarding world?"

Harry nodded with a smile.

Mrs. Malkin interrupted, "Dear Harry, I see that your clothes are also very old, do you want to buy some and change them?"

Harry scratched his head embarrassingly, and smiled at her: "Please, ma'am, actually these are my cousin's clothes, I really don't have any other clothes myself."

Madam Malkin gasped, muttered "Oh, bloody Muggle relatives," and went into the back workshop to find clothes for Harry.

Draco took a look at Harry's clothes, snorted indignantly, and saw his new friend flinch uncomfortably before he eased his face, "Sorry, Harry, I'm not mad at you, Let's talk about Hogwarts, which is divided into four houses blablabla..."

After hearing what he said, Harry only knew that Gryffindors are reckless and impulsive stupid lions, Slytherin is the best house, Ravenclaws are nerds, and Hufflepuffs are all crying Stupid coward or something...

"Harry, which house do you think you'll go into?" Draco asked after taking a breath.

Harry frowned in distress, thought for a while before saying uncertainly, "I think... probably Hufflepuff?"

"How could it be Hufflepuff!" Draco yelled, "You're the savior!"

Harry lowered his head and moved his toes uneasily, "But, you said that people in Hufflepuff are stupid, I, I am not smart... You see, I don't understand anything, and I'm not brave. , I’m sure I can’t go to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and Slytherin is the best house, so I can’t get in…”

Draco stomped anxiously, "Oh, I will definitely enter Slytherin! You have to work hard! My godfather is the head of Slytherin, he is the youngest master of potions in Europe, very powerful! "

Harry said softly, "But, can you get in if you work hard..."

"Believe me, even though I don't know how Hogwarts is sorted, a friend told me that I have to pass an exam," Draco said seriously, "you can definitely get into Slytherin as long as you work hard to pass the exam! "

Harry wanted to cry again... He looked at Draco tearfully, "But I've never learned magic..."

Draco froze, and hesitated for a while before saying: "How about I help you to ask my godfather, although his temper is not very good, but he is still good to me."

"No, no," Harry shook his head violently, "I don't know your godfather, so I can't bother him like this."

"My godfather is the Potions professor at Hogwarts, and his name is Severus Snape..." Draco stopped, looking at Harry's suddenly pale face, he asked strangely, "Harry, What’s wrong with you?"

Harry shook his head desperately, "No, no, don't ask Mr. Snape, he, he is so fierce..."

Draco was taken aback, "Have you met my godfather?"

"Well," Harry replied weakly, "Mr. Snape brought me to Diagon Alley today."

"Oh, Harry..." Draco said sympathetically, "well, don't ask if you don't ask."

He patted Harry on the shoulder reassuringly, "Even if you do enter Hufflepuff, I will not give up on you as a friend. It is better to enter Hufflepuff than Gryffindor."

Harry nodded tearfully.Compared to Slytherin whose dean is the terrible Mr. Snape, he still thinks that Hufflepuff who is full of idiots is more suitable for him...

I must be in Hufflepuff!Harry silently set a goal in his mind.