gray eye to gray eye

……

When I woke up again, my eyes were completely white, I was in the hospital, my head was heavy, and my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn’t lift them. In the past, Emma looked up sleepily.

"Honey, you're awake!" Emma, ​​who had been dozing off while holding my hand, jumped up suddenly.

"Emma!" I called out with difficulty.

"Baby, how do you feel? What's wrong..." Emma asked repeatedly, holding my hand.

"What's wrong with me? Emma, ​​the truck flew into the sky..."

"Don't worry, my dear, they will take care of it!" Emma said softly, "Mother will explain to you when you are well!"

I nodded, this is indeed not the place to talk!

Emma's voice in my ear became more and more vague and distant, and I soon lost consciousness again.

Next, I never felt so sleepy, as if I would never wake up, and occasionally I could vaguely hear Emma discussing my condition with the doctor.

"Persistent low-grade fever..."

"...can't wake up..."

"The etiology is still unclear..."

Emma looked at Little Sharon, whose face was flushed abnormally, and gritted her teeth. Of course she knew what happened to Sharon's illness...

After the visiting hours, Emma resolutely bought an expensive plane ticket and rushed to London...

Standing in the foggy streets of London, Emma was dazed for a moment. After so many years, even if that person who can't even say his name ruled the wizarding world, no one would notice her. I hope... in this way……

The Leaky Cauldron, no matter how many years have passed, is always the same dirty and cramped place, with bar owners who have almost stripped their hair and grow like blunted walnuts, and there will always be a few old women sitting in the corner drinking sherry with small glasses...

Emma pulled the hood and looked carefully inside the bar.

"This beautiful lady, would you like something?" The boss who called Tom came over and asked.

"No, Mr. Tom..." Emma looked around cautiously, seeing that no one was paying attention, she asked in a whisper-like voice, "What's going on in Diagon Alley now? The man who can't even say his name... "

Tom looked Emma up and down in surprise, "Oh, poor lady, how have you spent these years! The man who can't even say his name was defeated by the 'savior'——Harry Potter nine years ago, The Death Eaters are all in Azkaban..."

Emma asks Tom to open Diagon Alley.

Old Tom was very happy to help the wizard who had been wandering outside for ten years.

"Welcome back, beautiful lady!"

Looking at the lively and peaceful Diagon Alley, Emma hid in the shadow of the wall and wiped her eyes vigorously, trotted to a snow-white building towering above the surrounding shops, and exchanged enough Galleons ...

The second stop was a small, dilapidated shop with a gold signboard peeling off the door, which read: Ollivander: Finely Made Wands Since 380 BC.A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty window.

Emma must have her own magic wand, and it is impossible to ask someone to take her into Diagon Alley every time.

"Good afternoon." A soft voice sounded.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ollivander, I need a magic wand!" Emma said hurriedly.

"Oh, Miss Farmly, I remember like it was only yesterday that you came here to buy your first wand. Twelve inches long..."

"Mr. Ollivander, I'm in a hurry!" Emma thought of Sharon with gray lips, and unceremoniously interrupted the shopkeeper's memory.

"Miss Farmly, I must say that every wizard has only one wand that fits best, and every wand is unique..."

Mr. Ollivander rummaged through the pile of boxes. "Try this one, eleven and a quarter, unicorn tail hair..."

Emma swung it quickly.

There was a gust of wind in the store, and thousands of boxes fell down with a "thunderbolt clap".

"That's not it……"

After trying a few, it was like an earthquake in the store, and there was hardly a clean place.

"No, no, even if there is no best, it's not like this..."

"Sir!" cried Emma, ​​"the unicorn represents purity and nobility. Maybe now I am not what I used to be!"

Mr. Ollivander stared blankly at Emma with his big pale eyes, then nodded abruptly, "Yes, yes..."

Finally, after experiencing several disasters, Emma hurriedly left Diagon Alley with a ten-inch mahogany wand.

"Dragon's nerves, mahogany, oh, the combination of strength..." Mr. Ollivander whispered while waving his wand to restore the store to its original state, as if he was still immersed in the business just now...

When I woke up again, the first thing that caught my eye was the curtain of glittering flowers, and a few fairy-like little people shuttled among the flowers I had never seen before.

"Probably the fever hasn't subsided..."

I thought so, and closed my eyes again.

"Baby, it's time to get up!" cried Emma briskly.

I pinched my fingers, convinced that I was not dreaming, and slowly sat up holding the soft and fragrant quilt.

"Emma, ​​what's going on?"

"Giggle!" Emma laughed happily. "That's great, baby, you look better!"

Emma came in with a beautiful fair-haired woman and a little boy with brilliant platinum-blond hair.

"Baby, this is your Aunt Narcissa and Cousin Draco..." Emma introduced while sitting on the bedside.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity rose in my heart. I restrained this feeling and greeted the two of them politely.

Emma then quickly talked about my sleeping time.

"Honey, you're a wizard...Magic Riot...Fortunately, there is a potion from Professor Snape, oh, he is the godfather of Draco's little baby...Our manor house elves are cleaning up...for now Staying at Aunt Narcissa's..."

Listening to Emma's words, I slowly calmed down. Although I didn't like reading novels at all in my previous life, I couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the children's book "Harry Potter". For a while, no matter where I went, there were classmates Talking about, words like "Hogwarts", "Malfoy", "Snape"...you can't even think about it...

"Master, Mr. Gust is here!" A shrill voice came.

"Go and invite me!" Narcissa said lightly.

"Yes, master!" The voice suddenly became as excited as picking up a gold ingot.

"Cousin Sharon, how do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Looking at the person in front of me who is obviously the same age as me, but has a nondescript "reversed hair" and puts on airs abruptly, pretending to be old-fashioned and talking, the corners of my mouth twitched slightly...

……

☆, birthday