HP Wendy's crossing running account

"Dick still hasn't replied?" Wendy reached out and drew a circle on the calendar for July 1938, 7.

Tom was sitting at his desk sorting letters: Solomon's, old Ralph's, Brother Jones's . . .

"Yes," said Tom sullenly, "I'm a little afraid for his safety. That heroic fool!"

"Anna hasn't been seen these days. Has the situation become tense?"

"That's right. The mustache of the Nazi party in Germany has annexed Austria and is about to attack Czechoslovakia. It's ridiculous that the Prime Minister is still dreaming of peace with the French. The military is already mad from Churchill down. "

"Sounds like you support Churchill?"

"Oh, little princess Wendy in the ivory tower! Almost everyone around us supports Churchill."

"I can understand that Anna and the others are from the military department, but I thought the capitalists would be more inclined to Chamberlain."

"Old Charlemagne has already begun to withdraw capital from Germany. He is a shrewd man. Even I can see that Germany will attack Britain sooner or later, let alone 'Ralph old fox'? As for Solomon and his family, you know, Rothschild is Jewish."

Wendy looked out the window, London was peaceful in the morning. "What should we do with the withdrawn funds? Put them in the United States?"

"This is indeed the most sensible way! However, the old fox suffered a loss in the hands of the Americans in the early years, so he is a little reluctant. I am trying to persuade him. The 'Sixth Empire' doesn't know why, and it is also a little hesitant— —Scary, why am I telling you this. Wendy can just be your scholar obediently, and leave the political economy to me.”

"We're going to the wizarding world soon."

Tom has no interface.

"I told Mr. Ralph Jr. that I would go to a boarding school in Scotland. He agreed almost immediately, and also exchanged all my previous technology shares into cash for a one-time settlement. The money is enough for me to graduate. .In fact, even if I don’t tell him, he still plans to arrange for me to leave. The military department has started to interfere with the operation of Imperial Chemical Industries, and the production share of military supplies has been raised for the third time this year, and it is the largest military factory since the war.”

"Oh, I said, why did the old fox agree so readily, and let us go to take refuge." Tom said eccentrically.Both of them fell silent about the unpredictable future.

"Does Tom still plan to return to the Muggle world?"

Tom pondered for a moment, and then made a decision: "Yes. There are only so few wizards in the UK, what can they do? I even wonder if they have a complete financial system--Muggles are in a turbulent era. , and I still have a magical advantage! If I can be born ten years earlier... War is a great opportunity for capital to intervene in politics... Unfortunately, I am still too young now, and I don't even have the start-up capital that really belongs to me..."

"Actually, you already have."

"..."

"Your grandfather gave you 500 pounds, and you don't need 250 pounds at most to buy Hogwarts school supplies. I always thought that you who study economics can make your money ten times as long as you enter the stock market. "

Tom laughed softly: "It's not that exaggerated! But, you are right, I already have start-up capital... I will be very busy next time, the magic school courses, and I have to accumulate initial capital for myself... I think , you can entrust Solomon to help with the operation, that young master has been eager to try the 'digital game'..."

The future is setting the tone on this bright morning.But right now, what Wendy and Tom have to face is a brand new magical world.

"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." The two young wizards greeted the tall man who suddenly appeared in the room with one voice.

Dumbledore looked a little serious at first.But when he saw the two sunny faces, he also had a smile in his eyes: "Good morning, Tom, Wendy. I'm glad to see that you have resolved the little problem between you. Tom doesn't need the special fund of five hundred Sickles any more, does he?"

"Sir." Wendy happily ran up to show her cuteness, "Wendy also received a sponsorship from a gentleman who has been taking care of me." Said returning the leather purse to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled and took the two leather purses: "It seems that today's trip to Diagon Alley will be very pleasant."

Diagon Alley is still bustling with people coming and going.

This time, they went to Gringotts first.Wendy applied for a treasury and exchanged all the pounds that were enough for her to study until the age of 30 into Galleons for storage.This kind of behavior without any concept of financial management was naturally ridiculed by Tom, especially when he knew that Gringotts had no other business except deposit and exchange, the disdain on his face almost turned into substance. "I will never leave my money here to mold!" Tom said emphatically.Wendy was sure that he must be thinking about reselling gold in the wizarding world. The price of buying gold with wizard currency was so low that even she could see it.

After leaving Gringotts, the two children put the not-so-stupid idea of ​​reselling gold behind them, and started a chattering shopping trip.

The first thing I went to was Madam Mojin's gown store.The Madam Malkin they saw was very old, with all white hair carefully coiled on her head, and her face was amiable.There is no legendary lewd measuring tape in the store, but a magic wand for tailoring clothes.On the contrary, there was a chattering mirror, which praised Tom's figure and Wendy's hair for a long time.

After waiting for less than a quarter of an hour, all the uniforms were completed.Pointed hats are ready-made, and there are various models. You can just choose the size, and there are not too many styles.Wendy was very excited, and immediately armed herself with a long robe and a pointed hat, and was very satisfied to see that what appeared in the mirror was a beautiful little witch.Tom took a look at the people all over the street dressed as wizards, and changed into clothes sensibly.

Taking the other packed clothes, Dumbledore took Tom and Wendy to buy paper, pens and ink.Neither is interested in colorful and scented inks.Moreover, the quill feels so outdated, won't it be troublesome to write?Fortunately, the magic version of the quill has a slight ink storage function, which is barely usable.As for the parchment used for writing, it turns out that sheep in the wizarding world are so worthless, and Wendy can no longer complain.

What makes people feel even worse is the potion material shop: strange eyes, internal organs, bird claws, feathers, fangs of unknown animals, worms that are still wriggling, sticky unknown liquid... any fragrance is deceiving !The whole store smelled of rotten eggs and rotten cabbage leaves.Wendy, who was used to the smell of hydrogen sulfide and the stumps of small animals in her previous life, was very calm, and Tom frowned.But soon, the potion talent in his bones made the young Gunter study strange materials with great interest.Finally, after being checked by Dumbledore, they each bought a standard dose of various medicinal powders.

There is nothing to say about tin-plated pots, small medicine bottles, brass balances, and telescopes. Only a boring research madman like Wendy will record the accuracy of different balances and the curvature of the telescope lens in a small notebook.

They didn't buy much at the bookstore either, because Dumbledore said almost all of these books were in the school's library.In addition to the necessary textbooks, Tom and Wendy only bought a copy of "Hogwarts, a School History" so as not to be blinded when they entered school.

Then came the main event: buying a wand.

Ollivander's dilapidated shop seems to have stood there for 1 years.Whether it is the mottled signboard, the dusty window or the listless wooden door, there is no trace of sincerity in business.

"Ollivander, the best wand maker in England." Dumbledore introduced.

"The only one in the UK." Wendy stabbed decisively.

Dumbledore glanced with smiling eyes and agreed: "The only one in Britain."

Tom looked up at Dumbledore in disbelief, disillusioned. "Jesus, a monopoly. There's not enough wizarding population in England to support two wand shops," he murmured.

Ollivander's shop is quiet and dark, with the fragrance of wood.The densely packed wand boxes were neatly stacked on high shelves, and the magic power flowing in them was so strong that it almost turned into substance.There was a crisp bell in the dark back hall, and a ladder quickly slid in front of the guests.On the ladder is a man who appears to be about 30 years old.His hair color is very light, and his two silver-white eyes are like full moons, and his mystery reveals a creepy nervousness.Although he is not very old, he feels as if he has lived for a long time.

"Oh, little bitch wizard." A particularly gentle voice sounded, "So there will be eight little bitch wizards this year—good morning, Professor Dumbledore."

"Good morning, Ollivander." Dumbledore's blue eyes shone with rare pleasure, "I dare say this is the place where one of the most important moments in every little wizard's life is witnessed - the selection of their destined companions." .”

Ollivander shook his head nervously. "No, no. Albus. The wand chooses the wizard, not the other way around—so, which of the two will come first?"

Seeing that Wendy lowered her head and said nothing, Tom took the initiative to take a step forward: "Me!"

"Okay. The brave..."

"My name is Tom Riddle."

"Mr. Riddle, which arm do you use your wand with?"

"Right hand."

"Put your arms up... good." He started taking Tom's measurements with a roll of silver measuring tape, arm length, height, head circumference.While measuring, he said: "When my father was alive, we used unqualified cores such as mermaid hair to meet the strange requirements of customers. Since I took over the family business, we have only used the best - phoenix tail feathers." , dragon's nerve and unicorn hair. People are not used to it at first, but in the past two years they have discovered the benefits of Ollivander's new wand. There you go. Try this, Mr. Riddle. Oak, Dragon's Nerve , thirteen inches long."

Tom's wand trial was a disaster.His involuntary swinging of his staff often creates violent storms or lightning and thunder in a small space.The pile of boxes on the table was getting higher and higher, but Ollivander seemed pleased: "A fussy customer, isn't he? That's okay, we'll always find the perfect... oh, here, yew, phoenix tail, Thirteen inches long. Very powerful."

As soon as Tom took the wand, a red light shone from the top of the wand, illuminating the dim room, and there was the faint sound of some kind of bird song.Then the red light disappeared.There was no wind or lightning or thunder, as if Tom's tyrannical spells were perfectly contained.

"Oh, great. Son. A powerful combination. The magic wand of Phoenix Tail Feather is very rare, and you will definitely do a great job in the future." Ollivander wrapped Tom's wand, then turned to Wendy, "Next, it's the lady's turn."

"My name is Wendy Carter, sir."

When Wendy took the wand handed over by Ollivander, she was very disturbed.She knew that she practiced magic differently than ordinary wizards.To be honest, she was actually quite worried that the wand would reject her because of "system incompatibility".What if, none of the wands responded to her?

The feeling of magic on the wand is strong.Wendy took a deep breath, forced herself not to think about anything, let go of all the magic control in her body, and then waved lightly.

The magic power in the body flowed uncontrollably to the wand, "bang", a huge explosion sounded in the room.

"Ahem." Wendy stood up wiping her tears from the smoke, allowing Ollivander to take the wand from her hand.

It felt terrible, as if she had just been glared at by a grumpy old man.But finally felt the wand, Wendy looked curiously at the shelves full of wand boxes, they really seemed to be alive.

Ollivander was clambering on the shelf, "...I think the wand of the dragon's nerves is too violent for this little girl... Never mind, let's try the gentle one... Hazel, Alone Horned fur, eight and three-quarter inches long."

This wand seemed much gentler, Wendy flicked it lightly, and there was a burst of spring-like music.

"No, not this." Ollivander pulled the wand from Wendy's hand again, "Willow, unicorn hair, nine inches long, very flexible."

Wendy tried no fewer wands than Tom. It turned into phoenix tail feathers in the middle, and then changed back to unicorn hair, but the dragon nerve never appeared again.Wendy is confused, she feels fine with every subsequent wand.One of them, an ebony unicorn-hair wand, which she could even feel leaping for joy, was rejected by Ollivander.

Until the wand was in her hand, Wendy didn't know what the wand of destiny was: gentle, rational, and cold, just like herself.With a light wave, a cold current came from the hand, moistening things silently sorting out the magic power in the body, and breathing was light.As long as it is handed over to it, she doesn't have to bother to adjust the magic power fluctuations.

This is the best wand for her.

Wendy looked gratefully at the ten-inch light yellow wooden stick in her hand.Fir wood, unicorn hair, an ordinary and extraordinary combination. "That's it," Wendy said.

Ollivander happily helped Wendy pack the wand: "You will have a sharp child this year, Albus."

Tom and Wendy who came out of the wand shop were a little tired.

"I've got everything on the list," said Dumbledore, "but maybe you'd like some sweets or a pet?"

Tom regained his energy when he heard this: "I want a bird, it can deliver letters and newspapers to me."

Wendy also said: "I can buy some unobtrusive magic candies and give them to Dennis and little Amy as gifts."

Tom bought a vicious-looking horned owl at the pet store.It has a pair of divine orange eyes and black smooth feathers.Tom stroked its neck lovingly, and the bird of prey shrank its neck tamely.

Wendy looked enviously: "Tom, you always have a way with animals."

Tom smiled triumphantly: "I originally wanted a snake as a pet, and I could talk to it. But after thinking about it, an owl is more practical. I want to communicate with old Charlemagne and Solomon, and I also want to subscribe to the Muggle world." newspaper. Wendy won't buy a pet?"

Wendy pursed her lips and smiled: "I prefer fluffy and fluffy mammals to those with scales and feathers."

"cat?"

"No, dog."

"It's a pity that there isn't a single store here that sells magic dogs."

"So, I would rather lack than abuse."

The author has something to say:

Magic dog, large dog, black fur, ferocious and able to fight, (can also become a handsome guy).

I rub it, male god, you messed in again.

Also, seriously: after reading the wand section in Pottermore, it's frustrating to find out that fir trees are the best for little princesses.Although I really hate this stalk that is used badly among the same people.