[HP] The Elegance of the Night

The weather in London was very clear on August 1991, 8. Regulus Black chose this day to take Igil to Diagon Alley for shopping because July 1 is the deadline for replying to the admission notice. There are more people in the corner alley, and they will not attract the attention of others.

Of course, someone's recent entanglement also troubled him very much, especially after learning that Igil finally chose Hogwarts among the four schools. You must know that Regulus has always highly praised Durmstrang College. And if you go to Hogwarts, the old bee soaked in the sugar bowl will definitely find out after hearing the surname Blake.

His current status is very embarrassing, wandering on the fringes of all parties...

"Oh, it's really dirty here." No matter how many times Regulus Black walked into the Leaky Cauldron, he couldn't stand the dark, dirty environment mixed with bad wine and the smell of sweat.He wrapped the cloak tightly around his body, and dragged Igil quickly across the bar...Damn it, I shouldn't let Igil's temper this time, and must use Floo powder next time.

oh!Merlin... A man wearing a purple turban and smelling of garlic bumped over with a wine glass.

"Yes... sorry... sorry."

"Stay away from me, you pariah..." Regulus almost screamed from the pungent smell.He quickened his pace and led Igil to a small courtyard surrounded by walls, where there was nothing but a trash can and some weeds.

With his wand, he tapped lightly three times on the third wall from the top and the second wall from the bottom, and entered Diagon Alley along the wide archway in front of him after a while.

"Baby Igil, let me see what we need to buy?" Regulus opened the list of items and looked at the list of things to buy, recalling what happened when he entered Hogwarts.

Because of frequent purchases, the size of clothes is backed up in Madam Malkin’s robe store, school uniforms and other dresses are delivered directly to the door, books and sundries needed for potions are also the same as when the owner learned that the young master of the Black family was going to Huo Gewarts automatically packaged and offered it, and it seemed that only the wand had to be selected in person and a trip to Ollivander's wand shop was required.

Compared with his past life, Regulus suddenly felt that his precious son had suffered a lot. Even though he was always proud of being born into the Black family, besides having a noble surname, Igil should have a rightful privilege None enjoyed it.

Am I really wrong?These years, he has been concerned about messy things and has not considered the future of the family.Regulus couldn't help thinking...

"Father, you are almost turning into a stone statue." Igil was confused, does it take so long to think about buying something?Aristocrats (such as his father) who leave everything to house elves can be slow in life sometimes...

"Igil, you go to Madam Malkin's robe shop to make uniforms, and I'll go to Lihen Bookstore, and we'll meet at Ollivander's wand shop later." A certain nobleman made a wise decision.

And in the still noisy Leaky Cauldron:

"Don't mind Quirrell, isn't he just a pariah? Nobles have always behaved like this." Kodoli, who was also drinking at the bar, comforted (are you consoling...): "But in today's magic world, except for the pure-blood Mal There are still a few real nobles in the Fu family, that person is obviously not right."

"Thank... thank you... Kodoli, I don't... no... I don't mind." Chilo grabbed the glass and took a sip of the wine tremblingly, as if he was really frightened just now: "That... that is... the new... parents of... this year... , it is... my honor...to be able to... be able to teach the children of the noble... family." (Poor Igil was missed.)

"My God! What the hell kind of place is this? What a disgusting smell!" A girl with straight red hair and emerald eyes as cute as a Barbie doll walked in proudly in a gorgeous princess dress. In the Leaky Cauldron, Quirrell managed to find Professor McGonagall behind two stern bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses. She looked so petite against the two men.

"Hello, Professor Quirrell!" McGonagall greeted helplessly, and seemed to have a headache: "Ellie, this Professor Quirrell is one of the teachers who taught you at Hogwarts, teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. technique."

"Hello, Professor Quirrell, I'm Ellie Windsor. Nice to meet you." Ellie Windsor looked at Quirrell excitedly, especially the weird purple turban that exudes a suffocating garlic smell.She seemed to want to step forward to take a closer look, but in the end she couldn't stand the smell and gave up.

Even a proud existence with the royal blood of the Muggle world is still a child after all... I am excited to see everything when I enter the magical world, but I must explain to her: the lump on Quirrell's head is absolutely!absolute!Not a feature of the wizarding world!thought Meg.

And in the heart of Allie Windsor...

Ahhh... I saw Quirrell, the one on the head is the size of a V, I really want to take a look... But!but!The current V is not big enough to be beautiful, but the diary gentleman is more handsome, I must...be patient!

Ellie Windsor, who had made up her mind, conveyed to McGonagall her longing for Diagon Alley with expectant eyes. She originally wanted to have a gorgeous encounter with Harry at the Leaky Cauldron, but the environment here is fine. .

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, I look forward to meeting you!

A certain time-traveling woman ignited the small universe...