Platinum Working Guys at Hotel California

Draco stretched lazily, turned his head to look at the seagull on the window sill with small mung bean-like eyes curiously looking at him, and couldn't help but laugh.He wiped his face, only to realize belatedly that today seemed to be very quiet, neither the roar of the record player nor the laughter of the two old guys, and he even smelled some familiar smells—it seemed to be Onion soup?

He walked out of the door suspiciously, leaned on the railing to look at it, then raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Downstairs, old Tonya, who had almost settled here recently, was nowhere to be seen today, and Dumbledore, who was alone, was holding a newspaper to cover his face.If you ignore the extra-large vanilla milkshake he's handy, he looks barely sane and grown-up; Livia is in the kitchen preparing breakfast, having finally escaped the mandatory bed rest.From Draco's point of view, he could just see her busy back in the red and gold apron Daniel had given her.Even Bobby, who was more and more fond of running away from home as Xia Tian came, was lying quietly at the door at this moment, flicking his tail leisurely.

In addition to the disgusting color of the apron, this picture is pleasing to the eye.Draco thought with a smile.

Livia brought the hot onion soup to the dining table, turned around and saw Draco who was half bent and leaning on the railing, and greeted energetically: "Good morning! Draco!"

Draco waved his hand casually as an answer.

"Come down and have breakfast." Livia said with a smile, then walked to Dumbledore and pushed him, dissatisfied: "Wake up, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore put down the newspaper and yawned profusely.Only then did Draco realize that Dumbledore's rare silence was only because he was taking a nap behind the newspaper.He shook his head amusedly, and decided not to have any so-called "mature and wise" illusions about this old bee.He walked down the stairs slowly, and heard Livia, who was walking back to the kitchen, continue to advise in a helpless voice: "If you are sleepy, you can go back to your room and sleep. You will catch cold when you sit and take a nap, and your neck will also be very painful." pain."

"Don't worry," Dumbledore cast a freezing spell on Milkshake after waking up.While enjoying the iced deliciousness, he replied indifferently: "Whether it's a cold or aches, Draco can use potions to solve it."

"Even if I have the ability, I'm afraid I don't have the obligation." Draco replied with a drawl.

"Oh, Draco, you should be more sympathetic to a frail old man." Dumbledore complained deliberately pretending to be pitiful.And Draco just glanced at him indifferently, inadvertently messing around with this old man who is habitually cheating.

Livia leaned out from the kitchen with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"Draco, can you help me?" she said.

Draco was used to the small troubles that Livia caused from time to time, he walked towards the kitchen naturally, but his mouth was still unrelenting.He sarcastically said, "So what happened this time? Cut your hand, smashed the dishes, or spilled the seasoning? I hope you can make some creative trouble."

"I wanted to scoop some peanut butter, so I took a round spoon..." Livia took out a glass bottle from behind with some embarrassment, with a spoon inserted in it.She grabs the spoon with her other hand and pulls it out, only to get a few clinks.

"Stuck?" Draco showed [Are you really an idiot? ] expression, "This is indeed a fresh trouble."

"It's so strange, why can it be stuffed in, but can't be taken out?" Livia seemed to think this situation was a bit stupid, scratching her head, her tone a little embarrassed.

"This is another mystery besides how low your IQ is. How much effort did you put in to get it in?" Draco raised one corner of his mouth, mocking Levi mercilessly Ya, taking out your wand.

"Don't worry about this hehehehe (*^__^*)" Livia smiled obediently, but her eyes were fixed on Draco's movements.Draco gave her an amused look, and tapped the peanut butter bottle lightly with the tip of his stick.As if being tickled by a magic wand, the glass bottle suddenly trembled like a ticklish child, and then, under Livia's envious eyes, the glass bottle became bigger.

"Wow, that's cool!" Livia held the peanut butter bottle and looked left and right, tsk-tsk-tsk-thu-t-t-t-t-praise.

"Don't be a Muggle."

"If you found out you were a wizard after ten years of being a Muggle, and still couldn't get your own wand, and still lived like a Muggle, you'd be more surprised than I am!"

"Correct me about your two mistakes, one, I will never live like a Muggle for more than ten years; two, you are much more dangerous than a Muggle now, no Muggle will burst out of emotions like you Lots of windows... look, the dishes are flying behind you again, insisting you're still a Muggle?"

"Oh, that's enough, Draco." Livia snorted heavily, then turned and continued preparing breakfast.

Stop bickering with Livia, Draco walked out of the kitchen a little bored, and found that Dumbledore, who was still on the sofa before, was sitting upright at the dining table, and what was even more amazing was that the vanilla milkshake in his hand was still A mug full.

"It's just a small spell." Dumbledore saw Draco's doubts, smiled mischievously, put the milkshake on the table, and asked, "Livia wants a wand?"

"Maybe," Draco pulled his chair back and sat down, "it's normal. It's like every kid asks for a toy wand after a burst of magic."

"You're right, toy wands are good for channeling and familiarizing yourself with magic waves."

"What are you talking about?" Livia walked out of the kitchen carrying an apple pie and some toast with peanut butter. She arranged the food and asked curiously, "I seem to have heard my name."

"Yes, Livia," Dumbledore looked at Livia with a kind smile, "I think having a wand will help your magic."

"So, you want to mail order a toy wand for her?" Draco interjected with a smile, "Then I recommend Driver's Magical Toys for you. Their products are very good."

"Of course not," said Dumbledore. "Livia was already eleven years old, and Ollivander would be delighted to see him."

"That's right, the premise is that she has to run to Diagon Alley by herself." Draco curled his lips in disdain, and began to eat breakfast.

"What the hell are you talking about? Ollivander, is that the wand seller?" Livia took her place, tore open a piece of toast, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"We're discussing, maybe you should go to Diagon Alley to choose your wand—a real wand." Dumbledore stuffed a big mouthful of apple pie happily, and said in surprise, "It's delicious!"

"Are you joking?" Draco asked in surprise, but his words were quickly interrupted by Livia's high-pitched exclamation.

"Really?" Livia looked happy and crazy, "Can I really have a magic wand?"

"Of course! You can go anytime you want," Dumbledore replied.

"No, this is too crazy! No way!" Draco objected: "Don't be kidding, there are Death Eaters in Diagon Alley at any time, and they will even attack little wizards for no reason!"

"Today old Tonya will bring the Order of the Phoenix to cause some trouble for Voldemort, they have no time to take care of Diagon Alley." Dumbledore told Draco, and then he turned his head to look at Livia, who was so happy and bright-eyed Say, "You can go to Diagon Alley today and pick out your wand, if you like."

"Yes! Of course!" Livia almost wanted to jump up and kiss Dumbledore: "There is nothing better than this!"

As her words fell, the apple pie on the table burst open, and the sweet and greasy jam splashed Draco and Dumbledore's faces.

"Oh, damn it!" Draco bounced far away exaggeratedly, and hastily cleaned himself up.

"Uh... sorry, I seem to be too excited." Livia stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

"It's okay, it's a good thing." Dumbledore wiped off a drop of jam that splashed on his face with his index finger, and sucked his finger. He smiled and looked at Draco who felt uncomfortable because of his actions, and then said to Livia said: "Believe me, there are many wonderful places in Diagon Alley, you can take a good look around. You can pick up some magic ornaments, and you can also buy some books."

"This is really great! It's great!" Livia jumped up happily, "Thank you, Dumbledore! This is simply great!"

"Calm down, Livia!" Draco looked at the dishes on the dining table that began to shake restlessly, and reminded in a vicious voice, "At least you won't break these dishes until you learn to 'recover back to the original'!"

"I'm sorry, Draco! I'm just so happy!" Livia tried to calm down, looked at Draco expectantly, and said, "You will accompany me, right? I can't wait for you Introduce me to them from the ground of the real wizarding world!"

"Don't even think about it!" Draco refused viciously: "Run to Diagon Alley to show your face at this time? Unless I'm crazy! Or I can't wait to kill my parents!" He pointed at Dumbledore and continued: "Let him go with you, he's an old Gryffindor lunatic anyway! He'll be more than happy to accompany you on your adventures."

"But I want to go with you more," Livia insisted, "and you promised me that you would accompany me to choose the wand."

Draco didn't expect Livia to be so persistent, he paused, then turned his head and continued to refuse: "...I won't go."

"You broke your promise again!" Livia turned into an angry little monster, just like Draco met her for the first time, with her hips on her hips and frowning, she said angrily, "It's like It was you who promised to accompany me to go to Disneyland in the city, to help me dry my sheets, and to be in charge of taking Bobby's bath! But you never kept it!"

"...Anyway, not this time." Draco gritted his teeth and insisted, "I'm surprised by your excellent memory, but if you put even a little energy into thinking, you should know, It's not a good time to go to Diagon Alley - it's a public shopping street with a lot of floating population. You, an Orphan of the Order of the Phoenix; I, a Slytherin who declares his death but turned his back on him, think about it, Livia , what will such a combination lead to?"

"Oh, it doesn't sound very good..." Livia also showed a struggling expression, biting her lip as if thinking about whether she should insist on going to Diagon Alley.

"You think too seriously, Draco." Dumbledore said with a chuckle: "If this was at school, I would give Slythering ten points for Mr. Draco Malfoy's rigor! But you It doesn't have to be like this at all. Trust me, you'll be safe, and I'll keep you safe." He showed that secretive look that Draco was familiar with and was terrified of.He winked at the two of them playfully, and said, "You should go to Diagon Alley, the little wizard in the war should have a better understanding of this world, shouldn't you? What's more, Livia needs her wand, whether it is In order to channel the magic power or the further future, she should go and see."

"You are right, I need my wand! Very much! Thank you, Dumbledore." Dumbledore's words seemed to give Livia a reassurance. She ran upstairs cheerfully and shouted excitedly: " I'm going to change into the wizard robe Daniel gave me!"

Different from Livia's whole-hearted belief, Draco, in addition to habitual doubts, also had an indescribably strange premonition.He squinted his eyes and looked at Dumbledore quietly, trying to get some clues from his eyes.However, this old fox who has lived for more than 100 years obviously cannot be seen through by a child who has not experienced much in the world.Dumbledore didn't change the arc of his smile at all. He looked at Draco lovingly, like a grandfather who really cared about him, and comforted him in a soft voice:

"Go, Draco. I want you to assure me that you will find something new, and you will be safe."

The author has something to say: I ran to ask for a personal drawing, isn't it super cute! ! ! ! !

Draco is going on his first solo date with the proprietress hehehehe, it will definitely be very memorable!I will make it more memorable~~~~~

Thank you to all the favorites~those who read the text~commenters, your words of encouragement will really make me bloody for a long time.I am such a person who needs to be affirmed by others~~~ I am shy and cover my face~

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