[HP] The Elegance of the Night

Madam Malkin was a dumpy witch with a big smile and a lavender dress.

As soon as Igil entered the store, she heard her ask kindly: "Do you want to buy uniforms for Hogwarts school, dear? We have a lot here."

"Yes, Mrs. Malkin, I need the best material." Igil replied arrogantly and politely.

Then he stood on a low stool, and had one of the witches in the shop put a robe on him, pinning it to his length.

Just when Igil stood for a while and felt a little boring, he heard Mrs. Malkin's voice. "Honey, are you also here to buy school uniforms? To be honest, there is a young man trying clothes here right now."

"Yes, ma'am." The girl's crisp voice was raised, with a natural aura, and two burly men in black followed closely behind, and Madam Mojin called out with her fierce face: Oh, Merlin... …

"I'm sorry Ma'am, they are my bodyguards. My father is worried about me going out alone, especially when I receive that letter that seems suspicious to him." The girl smiled apologetically and ordered the two men to wait outside.

"It doesn't matter, child, which professor is your guide? Come and stand on the low stool." Mrs. Malkin said.

"I need the best material, ma'am. I came with Professor McGonagall. She went to buy books for me and told me to come here first." The girl stood on the low stool and looked around curiously, then concentrated on Yi Jill, in fact she was reluctant to come here first for fear of missing Harry's encounter with Draco, but seeing the boy outside the window changed her mind.

The boy's temperament is astonishingly noble, and it is definitely not something that can be cultivated by ordinary noble families. Even she, who has the royal surname of "Windsor", feels a little ashamed standing in front of him. The concepts formed over the years cannot be changed just by changing them.

Observing closely, the boy with soft black shattered hair, his skin glowed with healthy whiteness, his pores were almost invisible, and his bright black eyes were pure and clean, which reminded her of the glass windows outside the church.His eyelashes are astonishingly long, trembling slightly with the wind when he blinks, this is a boy who is easy to attract others' favor.

While observing, the girl recalled the plots she had seen. He should be a Slytherin, but there are too few descriptions about Slytherin. Thinking that the boy is a close to cannon fodder in this book, she was entangled...

"Hi!" she asked, "Did you go to Hogwarts too?"

"Yes." Igil replied flatly, his voice, which had not yet reached the stage of voice change, was soft and sticky.

The gaze of this girl with straight long red hair and green eyes was too intense, and the faint light made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Great, I'm going to study there too." Ellie said, her tone was inexplicably excited: "I was very surprised when I received the admission notice. My dad said it was a prank, but luckily I replied. Where do you think you'll be assigned?"

"I will be assigned to Slyklin, and I think you will go there too." Igil looked at the girl without any emotion and came to a conclusion for a while.

"No, I think I'll go to Gryffindor." The girl said, her eyes glowed more enthusiastically, she blushed for some reason, and then she laughed strangely.

"...Maybe." The girl's laughter made him chill, and he always felt that there was something bad and unspeakable in it.Obviously, the girls in the Muggle world that I have been in contact with before are not like this, but it is a good thing if such a person enters Gryffindor, although her temperament is very Slytherin...

Dad once said a word is very true: Strange things!The farther away from yourself the better...

"Oh, by the way, I don't know your name yet. Let me introduce myself as Ellie Windsor." The girl raised her head at a 45-degree angle: "I allow you to call me Ellie."

This girl is really...

Just as Igil was about to answer, Madam Malkin said, "Honey, your clothes are ready."

He suddenly felt relieved.

"Hey, don't go, you haven't told me your name yet!"

"Igil Black, you can call me Black." I'm not familiar with you yet, Igil cursed inwardly.

Then the girl fell silent.

It wasn't until Igil paid the money, packed the robe and was ready to go out that she asked tremblingly, "Do you know Sirius? Or Sirius."

"Who is that? Should I know it?" Igil was at a loss.There were 2 Siris in their family, one passed away in 1853 when he was only 8 years old, and the other was his ancestor, but he also passed away in 1952. He has done nothing in this life and made no contribution. , he didn't think the girls were talking about them.

"Oh, nothing. Nice to meet you..." The girl smiled.

However, Igil felt that her smile was a bit forced. Could it be that his indifferent attitude just now hurt her?Then he will pay attention next time.

Igil looked at the girl apologetically, she sat quietly, walking around with a gentle and noble temperament.At this time, she still looks very good, as long as she doesn't talk.

Her weird expression before was probably too frightened, and she suddenly entered a strange world.Igil thought to himself.

But it's none of his business, she can write back and refuse, and continue to live her affluent life in the Muggle world, since she has come, she has to face it bravely. (totally misunderstood...)

And the girl didn't come back to herself until Mrs. Malkin said, "Honey, your clothes are ready." She called two bodyguards to pay, but no one knew how wonderful her inner world was now.

Has the plot changed?Am I wearing a parallel space?Was it preempted by other traversers?In an infinite loop...

Why would I meet a Black, a Black who didn't know Sirius!Oh no... calm down, maybe this kid named Igil Black is just a sideline insignificant cannon fodder, yes it must be cannon fodder!

After a certain woman figured it out, she laughed three times with a queen-style rising tone, and strode out happily, ignoring the faces of Mrs. Malkin and the two bodyguards covered in black lines.

This woman is really... hopeless.