HP Wendy's crossing running account

When Wendy regained her senses, she was already in the "Green Ball" shop.A wooden door tightly shuts out the smell of blood, and the aroma of wood and essential oils in the room makes people feel at ease.Wrapped in a bohemian-style blanket, she took a few sips of hot goat milk before she finally stopped the slight trembling of her body.

Unlike most Diagon Alley shops, Green Ball is bright inside.There are astonishing numbers of glass lamps, paper lamps, and candles in different styles, but the uniform light green light makes everything in the store invisible.Using light-related magic, this was Wendy's first thought after regaining her ability to think, adjusting the wavelength of the light to make the candle's flame appear green.

"However, it could also be a flame reaction."

"What?" The clerk who had been paying attention to Wendy's state asked.

Wendy raised her head, her eyes were still a little hazy: "Copper."

"Oh, copper." He nodded and sat down opposite Wendy.

Wendy's eyes flickered slightly. "You know what I'm talking about?"

"Basic, of course. In 1818 a German Muggle discovered that copper compounds make flames blue-green."

For the first time, Wendy looked at the person in front of her seriously.He has average features, short to medium height, ginger-colored hair as dry as straw, and his old robes are well-trimmed.To put it simply, he is a person who is hard to find if thrown on the street.Except, his eyes, shining with wisdom and vitality, were too bright to dazzle.

"Are you the shopkeeper?" Wendy said.

The other party was noncommittal, just showed a big smile, and stretched out his right hand to her, "Greg, nice to meet you."

Wendy struggled up from the rattan chair full of cushions, reached out and shook hands with him. "Katie."

"Katie, well, that's a cute name." Greg rubbed his chin, "Is Spanish goat's milk delicious? Although the dairy industry in Oceania is known as the best, I still prefer the flavor of the Iberian Peninsula."

"Hmm. Delicious."

"It's a pity that you are still a child, otherwise I would be happy to share the fine wines from South American wineries." Greg showed her rows of wines with different colors and labels on the cabinet, "new strains, sweet and lively, the most important What’s more, it’s cheap and affordable, and it’s a delicacy that the public can afford. It’s a pity that it doesn’t get the reputation that matches the quality.”

Facing Greg's excitement, Wendy lacked interest: "Yes."

Greg glanced at her, then turned the conversation to a magical dollhouse.This miniature manor is placed in a huge glass cover, and the roses the size of rice grains are so detailed that the texture on the petals is depicted.What's even more amazing is that the villains are active, can cry and laugh, eat and walk like normal people.And owls the size of tiny fingernails hovering in glass enclosures.

Greg talked about the selection of fabric and wood all the way to the miniature plant technology. He talked for a full 10 minutes. He saw Wendy hanging her head in thought, and then gradually stopped. "I'm sorry, but you don't seem interested in any of this."

"It's not your fault, they're very interesting." Wendy rubbed the space between her brows, "But, sir, I just killed someone."

At this moment, there was a commotion in the street.Wendy turned her head, and through the glass window, she could see Aurors coming in a hurry, some rushed to check the corpse, while others looked around for witnesses.

Greg folded his arms, and there was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: "38 minutes. No matter which country's Ministry of Magic it is, it is so efficient and touching. It is clear that Apparition can arrive at the scene in an instant."

Wendy gripped the cushion so tightly her fingers sank into the fabric.She suddenly remembered that her red storm ball had not been retrieved.Was it disassembled in the forbidden magic field?Or are there any traces left?Even if the problem of the red ball was solved, with so many people present at the time, it was hard to guarantee that no one would find out that she was the culprit that caused the black-robed man to become half.

"Will I be taken away?" she said to herself.

In the next second, Greg grabbed her shoulders, and the tremendous force made her feel a faint pain.Greg stared intently at Wendy's face. "Listen, boy, the Ministry of Magic isn't going to throw you into Azkaban just because you bombed a dark wizard."

"I……"

"You saved that child! You saved everyone! With your own magic! Your own magic, right?"

"Yes... I didn't expect it to be so dangerous."

Wendy felt the strength of the two palms on her shoulders increased. "Girl, you know the Muggle world. You know the definition of 'justifiable self-defense,' don't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"This is also applicable in the wizarding world. A dark wizard holding a wand has already killed someone, and there are signs of continuing to kill someone. In this case, even if the other party's death is caused for self-protection, it is not within the scope of legal sanctions."

Wendy showed no expression, but raised her eyes to look at Greg with an eager expression: "Are you familiar with the laws of the wizarding world? Is there such a thing?"

"No, no, no." Greg let go of Wendy's shoulders, straightened his body and took two steps back and forth, "The legal system in the wizarding world is not as rigorous as that of Muggles. Exemption clauses like 'justifiable self-defense' are not It's in writing, but as long as the Wizengamot is sane, they won't do it." He paused here. "At least I think so."

Wendy twitched the corner of her mouth: "Thank you."

"Sigh." Greg showed a standard Gryffindor's distressed expression, and his ordinary facial features appeared naive, "Are you going to surrender?"

"I think so." Wendy's smile got bigger.

Greg seemed to hesitate for a while, and finally made up his mind: "I'll go with you! Although I don't think anything will happen... well, anyway, I'll go with you."

Wendy put down the cup, untied the blanket, and returned from the cozy room to the messy street.The second batch of Ministry of Magic officials had also arrived, and Wendy recognized the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, a handsome old man, who was yelling at the Aurors.

She summoned up the courage to go forward: "Excuse me. I have something to say about what just happened on the street—"

"Oh, Merlin!" Wendy was interrupted by the foreign minister of the magic world with a loud and emotional sigh, "A poor little wizard who witnessed the unfortunate accident just now!"

"What?" Wendy narrowed her eyes, "Accident?"

"You must be terrified! I'm just saying that the quality of magic toys is not up to standard! Who would have thought that a toy bomb could blow up half a store. I must complain to the manufacturer: Wade? Maybe Nader? I Guarantee they will receive a fine from the Legal Department!"

Wendy clenched her hands into fists, and she felt chills on her back.The senior official's concealment was in stark contrast to the anger of the Aurors on the sidelines.

"Someone died. Someone died! Don't you want to know the truth?"

The director raised his already loud voice like a big rooster singing loudly: "The truth is—the substandard goods in the toy store caused an explosion, killing a wizard and a Muggle! It was an accident I said, it was an accident!"

"I……"

"Poor child." An office woman with exquisite make-up squatted down next to Wendy, "You must be overly frightened and have hallucinations. I can understand, really, I can understand you. When I was a little girl At that time, the Toy Store in Villachy was a dreamlike paradise, but now, it has become a ruin." She took out a small handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes, and put her cold hand on Wendy's arm, "This is a It was an accident, it was an accident, child. You are safe," she lowered her voice, her nails almost digging into Wendy's flesh, "no dark wizards, no saints. Grindelwald will not come to England, understand ?"

Wendy closed her eyes in pain, and she suddenly understood the reason why the top officials of the Ministry of Magic tried to bury the truth.Nearly 100 people heard the "Long live Grindelwald!" and the Ministry of Magic decided to silence witnesses in order to prevent the British wizarding community from being dragged into a situation of full-scale panic.But why are they so confident that there won't be a second or third terrorist attack?Deceiving yourself and others won't solve any problems.

She looked at the leader of the Aurors for help.The tall and strong wizard's Adam's apple rose and fell violently, and finally looked away, not daring to meet Wendy's gaze.compromise!

Wendy lowered her head.It's ridiculous, her 50 minutes of worrying and finally making up her mind are like a joke in the face of reality.

Greg picked Wendy up. "Sorry to bother you. I'm taking this kid to get something to eat."

The blond chief was relieved, and his voice sounded like a crow: "Go, go, man, you are a sensible person. Take the children to eat something good, and they will forget about the unpleasant things. The crispy fish on No. 481 is good, go to Zhou's new dishes only need one Sickle."

481 Diagon Alley, a restaurant with no name but thriving because of cheap prices and portable food.

As soon as Greg sat down, he started laughing wildly: "Hahahahahaha, I said...hahahahahahaha, I said nothing will happen...ahhahahahaha..." He hiccupped from laughing and kept thrashing desktop.

Wendy looked at him coldly: "You seem very happy."

"Yes, I'm very happy." He straightened up, trying to restrain the muscles in his face, "I don't want you to be damaged, even if it's just a reputation."

"Why? Technically we're just strangers."

Greg was silent for about ten seconds. "Because it would damage your talent."

"talent?"

"Yes. I have traveled all over the world, and I have met tens of thousands of wizards. This is the first time I have seen such a different way of silent magic. It was used by a young wizard who just went to school-oh, don't tell me about the family history, you I’m an asshole, I still have this judgment. Moreover, in my knowledge, there is no such magic, and there is no similar one. I don’t want to hold you back because of this kind of thing, geniuses are already rare enough .”

Greg became emotional: "In the past 200 years, Muggle science has progressed at a speed of Pegasus. If we don't want to be eliminated, we need fresh blood-new theories, new magic, and even, new institutions ! Little wizard, hope!"

"Is the little wizard of the hemp seed also a hope?"

"Yes." Greg said sternly, "little wizards of the hemp seed have a broader vision, and can bring the latest and most quintessential part of the Muggle world into the wizarding world."

"Very visionary."

Greg laughed: "I think every wizard should study Newton and Galileo."

"After the introduction of magic, many physical principles seem narrow." Wendy bit the small crispy fish, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and it was indeed delicious.

"But the logical thinking involved is amazing."

"Indeed. You should go to the Education Department of the Ministry of Magic."

"Hahaha. I can work hard. For the bright future of the magic world." He blinked, his pupils filled with the light of faith.

At the end of the meal, Tom dragged Solomon through the crowded shop.

Greg got up and put his hat on.He tapped the table with his index finger, and a silent magic packed the leftover crispy fish into his pocket. "Looks like your companion is coming for you, Katie. Once again, it's been a pleasure meeting you."

"Nice to meet you, sir."

When Tom squeezed to Wendy's side, Greg had disappeared into the crowd.

"I hear," gasped Tom, "there's just been an explosion."

"I'm all right, Tom. No injuries."

The boy's face flushed slightly, "Who's worried about your injury? Unless there are hundreds of casualties, you will always have a way to escape. I mean, your illness!"

Wendy touched her heart: "It has stabilized."

"Phew, that's good. You can't stay in the right and wrong place for a long time. Just leave when you're done. Almost all the Aurors have come to Diagon Alley."

At nine o'clock in the evening, the "Green Ball" shop was closed.

The store is dimly lit, with merchandise from all over the world looming eerie in the shadows.In a small room deep in the shop, a tall blond man sat at a workbench doing handwork.The lye is added to the oil, mixed with beeswax, poured into the mold, and under the magical heating, the hydrolysis reaction is completed almost instantly.The next step is to carefully carve the patterns and shapes of the candles.

He did not use magic for this step, and the chisel, carving knife, and brush made it very smooth.He was so focused that he didn't look back when the other two walked into the small room.

Two shadows, one tall and one short, stood behind him, their chests raised and their stomachs retracted, their legs straight and lined up in a standard military posture.

"Your Mightiness."

The blond man let out a "hmm" and continued to carve the candle in his hand.He didn't speak, and the two people behind him continued to stand upright without making a sound.

These two wizards wearing wizard robes obviously do not conform to the discipline of the wizarding world. The tall one has black hair and brown eyes, and his face shows obvious Germanic features. The short one has ordinary features and a straw hair. Ginger-colored hair, which is exactly what Greg looks like.

The blond man finally finished his work.He put a finely carved white candle into the candlestick and lit it, and a green flame leaped up and lit up his handsome face.

"Adding copper salt is indeed a good idea. Even without magic, this effect can be achieved."

He sighed contentedly, and turned to face the two waiting subordinates.The appearance of lazily leaning on the simple workbench is full of the aura of a superior.

"The Polyjuice Potion is out, Little Herbert."

The short ginger-haired man shivered: "The new batch will be finished at 3 o'clock tomorrow morning, Your Excellency."

"Do things according to plan and specification, little Herbert. You should have started preparing a week in advance."

"It's my fault, sir." Little Herbert straightened his back even more.

The blond man waved his hand: "What's the matter with that dark wizard today? Although I said that I caused a commotion in Diagon Alley to attract the British Aurors, I didn't say that I let a lunatic kill people indiscriminately in public."

The tall man with black hair said stiffly: "He is not one of us. The means we prepared are useless."

"I don't think so. He doesn't know much about Grindelwald's theories. When did I say I was going to kill Muggleborns?"

"With all due respect, Your Excellency." The black-haired stiff voice showed no emotion, "Ever since you enacted the law to punish Muggle parents, it has been widely rumored in England that you are a blood theorist."

"That's on the premise that they prevent children from learning magic. The 'Silent Ones' who forcibly suppress their magical abilities often don't live to adulthood. The number of wizards themselves is small, and we can't afford this kind of stupid loss."

"With all due respect, sir. Rumors never matter so much."

The blond man seemed speechless.After a long time, he let out a breath: "Why are there so many idiots in the world?" He knocked on the table. "Looking at your respectful appearance, little Herbert, that thing has not been done."

"Report Your Excellency, the other party is very alert, we can only lure him out of the house for 5 minutes. We searched every room, but did not find such a thing."

The blond man closed his eyes: "That's on him."

"At 12 o'clock tonight, Rainey will sneak into the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic to steal documents. When he leaves, he will deliberately trigger the alarm to divert attention. Please join us to find that thing again."

"I should go in person." He was fascinated by the "circle within a triangle plus a vertical bar" sign on Little Herbert's chest. "If the other party refuses to cooperate, then take the last measure."

"Yes, sir." The two subordinates said in unison.

"Oh, by the way, do you want to eat small crispy fish?"

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