[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

Diagon Alley Observation Report

The golden sun shines down from the sky, passing through the baroque streets, the yellow roses on the road stretch out in golden strips, Diagon Alley is noisy, Song Xin holds Logan's hand vigorously, and walks on the street.

Wizarding society is different from ordinary Muggle society, as far as Song Xin knows - the overlap between these two societies is very low, at least in the past.Until five years ago, the modern technology in the magic society was not popular, and there was a huge conflict with the modern popularity of the Muggle society. The magic society seemed to be standing still before the steam age, and only went to the Muggle society to get what it needed when needed Sophisticated stuff at the time - like the Hogwarts Express, the steam train, and the Knights Bus.

And in the past five years, after they defeated an organization called the Death Eaters, there have been earth-shaking changes.

Diagon Alley began to sell some Muggle things, and the business there was even more prosperous than normal magic item stores. Song Xin saw in the cabinets there the hair buttons and silk scarves that were popular many years ago, and colorful bohemians. Asian-style long dresses, as well as exquisite business card holders and stainless steel watches for men.

Song Xin went over to look curiously. There was an old wizard wearing a bohemian dress and a colorful silk scarf around her body. She said to the salesperson, "I want it all!"

Salesperson: "...One, a total of seventeen Galleons and five Sickles..."

Song Xin laughed, Luo Gen couldn't help but patted Song Xin's head, and then took her away.

Diagon Alley is full of weird magic shops. Song Xin noticed that there is a very old shop—Ollivander, which has been making excellent wands since 380 BC—and the words have faded. color, engraved on a battered old plaque.Song Xin hesitated for a while, but still felt that this kind of shop had nothing to do with Muggles, so she walked in another direction.

Logan asked with a smile, "What do you want to buy?"

Song Xin thoughtfully said: "...I want to eat delicious food."

Logan laughed, planning to buy some delicious food for Song Xin, but Song Xin was taken aback suddenly, and dragged him forward.

Logan: "?"

Song Xin said: "I saw my colleagues!"

Logan Howlett looked up and saw a tall, white marble-covered building in front of him. The building was about three stories high, with a large line written on it: Daily Prophet Newspaper Office.

Song Xin said excitedly, "I'm going to visit it!"

Logan said helplessly: "Okay - let's go. Is the newspaper office allowed to visit?"

Song Xin smiled and nodded: "Of course, our newspaper office is actually open to the outside world. Of course, you have to go to the little sister at the front desk to get the visiting card. After finishing the work, we are actually very happy to give to those students majoring in journalism and media. Or children who want to come to work in related industries to answer questions! Although no one comes."

Then Song Xin took Logan into the Daily Prophet.

There is a smell of ink in the Daily Prophet. It is obvious that the working environment of the Daily Prophet is very different from that of the Muggle newspaper, which has a clear division of labor and performs its own duties. A wizard waved a magic wand, and in the hall A pile of expired daily newspapers was reduced to dust.

"It's so troublesome..." Someone walked forward while talking on the phone: "The Muggle printing press has a problem again. Is there anyone on your side who is good at confusing spells? - If so, send one over tomorrow. I have to talk to you." They've got a deal with their printing house. Help me with the abuse department..."

Song Xin dragged Logan, ran to a witch wearing a pointed wizard hat at the reception, and said politely: "Hi, I'm from New York—a journalism student. Now I want to visit your place, May I?"

The witch was stunned and said, "Yes—it is possible, can you register here?"

Song Xin nodded with a smile, wrote her school and major with a quill pen on the paper, and then helped Logan write his.

"Song Xin, N*U journalism student, grade 12, purpose of visit...to visit." Song Xin wrote with a smile: "Logan James Howlett, XSGY visiting professor, purpose of visit...to visit."

Logan's eyebrows moved: "You still write decently?"

Song Xin said sternly: "This is a formal occasion!" Then she smiled at the witch again: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The witch gave them two badges with the word 'visit' on them, and then let them enter the newspaper office of the Daily Prophet.

Logan asked: "Why don't you write the name of your unit?"

"It's better to be a peer." Song Xin said with a smile: "I am not sent by our newspaper office, and I just came in on a temporary basis to take a look. It's better not to cause trouble for them. But the school is different. There are tens of thousands of people, and the name is easy to use, so it is relatively smooth to fill in the school at this time."

The Daily Prophet is the largest newspaper in the British magic world, and its influence is comparable to that of The Times in the Muggle world.

"You must go to the printing factory before six o'clock tonight!" A voice shouted angrily: "What are you writing, you can immediately find something that can fill this page—"

"I haven't been home for three days—"

The coffee machine in front of Song Xin shot out coffee beans and said angrily to the witch holding Nescafe condensed milk: "How many times have I told you not to pour the creamer in! I am a coffee machine, not a Muggle vending machine..."

Logan said to Song Xin with a half-smile, "It's very lively."

Song Xin nodded with a smile, walked through the noisy office area, and entered the empty corridor—then just happened to bump into a bookish middle-aged man in a black robe.

The middle-aged man in the black robe was talking to a woman in green clothes who looked like a dick, which made people suddenly want violence. Song Xin was slightly taken aback, and pulled Logan to go back.

"Rita Skeeter?" The middle-aged man noticed Song Xin and Logan, and said to the woman in green, "It looks like we have a visitor, don't forget what I told you."

Song Xin suddenly felt a little embarrassed and said: "That, that - we didn't mean to disturb you, you...that..."

The man smiled, pointed at Song Xin's pinned badge and said, "—Visitors. I remember Tess saying that you are students here to visit? Are you students from a Muggle school invited by Hogwarts?"

Song Xin swears to God, the eyes of that woman named Rita Skeeter in the green dress who looked like a dick lit up, but the middle-aged man in the black robe looked like a full-fledged character, Rita Skeeter didn't dare to make a mistake, so he could only look at Song Xin and Logan and left.

Then the man said politely to the two of them: "Hi, I'm Barnabas Guffey, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet."

Song Xin knew immediately that she had met someone important, and said politely, "Hello, my name is Song Xin, and I am a journalism student who just graduated last year."

"Your Muggle specialties have always been very detailed." Barnabas Guffey said with a smile: "We rarely have people here to visit. If you have any questions, you can ask me. Now I have-"

He looked at his watch and said again: "Twenty and ten minutes. It's not every day that you meet the editor-in-chief of the Magic World Daily."

Song Xin blushed with embarrassment, and she whispered, "Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

Song Xin took out a small notebook and a pen, and Barnabas said, "I've always thought that your Muggle gel pens are very convenient, but—how should I put it, it's hard to change, and our reporters prefer to bring us magic pens. A stenographic pen, though the stenographic pen can throw a fit sometimes."

Song Xin laughed and said, "One of the great characteristics of Muggle industrial products is to make life more convenient."

Barnabas: "...We seem to be adding to life a lot of the time. Forget it."

Then Song Xin laughed and asked him the first question: "Is your report free?"

"Of course." Barnabas nodded and said, "We have always collected materials very quickly, and one of the most typical reports is "The Death of the Mysterious Man: The Death of the Catastrophe" that happened in Godric's Hollow 21 years ago. boy"……"

Song Xin shook her head and asked again: "I mean, is it under control?"

The scene suddenly fell into an embarrassing silence, but Song Xin didn't care.This question was by no means offensive to Barnabas, but it was very, very difficult to answer.

Barnabas Goodfell thought for a moment and asked, "Miss Song, do you know much about the Daily Prophet?"

Song Xin said thoughtfully: "It is the number one daily newspaper in the British wizarding world. Its status is comparable to that of the Muggle Times. It is very popular. Any wizard or witch can get a copy of the latest Daily Prophet within the shortest possible time."

Barnabas nodded approvingly and said: "It seems that you have done your homework... Then how do you think we can achieve our influence? What do we have to pay?"

Song Xin was stunned for a moment.

"Our Daily Prophet is like the mouthpiece of the government." Editor-in-Chief Barnabas said, "What we reflect is the attitude of the Ministry of Magic. Do you know the party media?"

Song Xin nodded, and Barnabas patiently and kindly said: "That's how we exist. As the number one in terms of influence and popularity, the supervision and control we are subjected to is beyond the imagination of other daily newspapers. Although, we are trying to be objective, practical and real - but I have to be honest, we are not doing a good job."

"Eight years ago," said Barnabas Guffey, "You-Know-Who returned and the then Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, took control of the Daily Prophet, forcing us to discredit Harry Potter and Albus Potter. Silval Dumbledore, we smeared them for a whole year and spared no effort. Seven years ago, we advocated Harry Potter as the savior at the behest of the Ministry of Magic, blindly touting; eight years ago, the Ministry of Magic was eclipsed Controlled by Dead Apostles and You-Know-Who, we wantonly discredit Muggles, discredit Muggle-born wizards, and arrest Harry Potter and his followers..."

Song Xin listened blankly, and Barnabas smiled wryly, "...Do you think we are under control?"

"Miss, if you want to enter our industry, whether it's Muggles or wizards—" Barnabas said seriously: "This kind of government supervision is inevitable. You have to get used to it, You also have to get used to giving in, otherwise you won’t be able to move an inch.”

Song Xin asked tangledly: "Then... the original intention of doing news, don't you care about it?"

Barnabas Guffy shook his head and said, "That thing is useless."

"But I don't suggest you throw it away either." The editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet said in a deep voice, "—although I don't know what it's useful for, but if you ask me, I would suggest you keep it. —— Otherwise, what hope do you have for work? What? After all, the original intention is the only dream left by people in society.”

The glass windows of the Daily Prophet are old and gray, and thousands of rays of sunlight pass through the old dust.There was a smell of ink in the air, and Song Xin felt an unspeakable throbbing, and she nodded heavily.

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Outside the Daily Prophet, Diagon Alley:

Song Xin said enthusiastically: "The reason why their newspaper photos move is because they use special ink! It is said that they can also use special developer...It's amazing...I want to buy a bottle, maybe I use it to draw, I draw Does the stickman also move?"

Then Song Xin smiled and said to Logan: "The editor-in-chief just now is quite nice."

Logan nodded slightly, and said to her: "People who have climbed to their position have seen a lot, and their hearts are as clear as a mirror. It's just that they won't be soft when they should do bad things."

Song Xin nodded with a smile. She was wearing a pink lazy egg T-shirt and denim shorts today, with thick and smooth hair loose, delicate and warm eyebrows, she still looks like a student who doesn't know how to dress up.

Logan thought for a while, and felt that this girl—the night when she was crushed outside Professor X's window, she kept saying that she spent hundreds of dollars a month on skin care products, but she didn't know how to dress up at all. It made me sad to think about it .

Logan thought for a while and said, "I'll take you to buy clothes, just as a souvenir."

Song Xin asked without thinking: "Are you going to take me to Metersbonwe, Murong Yunhai?"

Logan: "..."

Logan Howlett suppressed a smile and wanted to poke her: "My little friend, you..."

Song Xin embraced Logan's arm sensitively and coquettishly before he poked at her. This girl was a head smaller than Logan, with a hairy head like a small animal.The sun in Diagon Alley was golden and bright, and Song Xin looked happy.

Logan asked with a half-smile: "Are you proficient in hugging your arms?"

Song Xin smiled and nodded: "Yes!"

Luo Gen stretched out his hand and rubbed Song Xin's hairy head. He only felt that Song Xin was sometimes indescribably cute, which made people feel soft and unbearable.

……

The Outrageous Clothing Store is located in the golden area of ​​Diagon Alley, but it did not take away the business from the thriving Mrs. Morgan.Madam Malkin specializes in everyday wear and Hogwarts school uniforms, while Outer Tailor focuses on more formal occasions.

There are all kinds of dresses and skirts hanging in the clothing store, as well as some exaggerated big hats. Some hats even have a stuffed eagle hanging on them, but they will definitely be bought by weird people—or else they will be bought by the merchants. With Lee's nature, how could he hang these things in such an obvious place?Song Xin thought.

The owner of the out-of-the-ordinary clothing store, Mrs. Sawyer, is a woman in her fifties.She has a small figure and a well-maintained face. She wears a well-tailored dress and a string of thin silver chains decorated with peacock tail feathers on her chest. She has a very polite attitude.

Song Xin came to a clothing store for the first time in her life, she was very cramped, and said to Logan tremblingly: "...I, I think this place is very formal, otherwise we should go to the Uniqlo on Muggle Street, I still prefer the shopping guides of Uniqlo ..."

Logan patted her and reprimanded, "Excellent."

Song Xin was still trembling: "...I, I think Uniqlo is very, very good..."

Mrs. Sawyer smiled and asked: "Hello. May I ask what kind of clothes do you need to wear?"

Song Xin rushed to answer: "Going to school—"

Logan patted her again, threatened Song Xin not to get angry, and said to Mrs. Sawyer, "Just get her a better set. I don't know much about it, so don't get involved - I'll pay for it."

Mrs. Sawyer covered her lips with a teasing smile, and said to Logan: "Then, sir, please wait a moment."

Logan Howlett nodded, and Song Xin was dragged into the dressing room by Mrs. Sawyer before she had time to react.

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In the well-decorated dressing room, Mrs. Sawyer asked Song Xin with a smile, "Miss, how old are you?"

Song Xin looked at the free-flying tape measure and scissors ribbon, and replied nervously: "22, 23 soon—"

"What kind of clothes do you usually wear?" Mrs. Sawyer from the clothing store asked with a smile, "What color do you like?"

Song Xin struggled for a long time, and answered honestly: "Uniqlo, if you insist, Hollister and AF often go there too..."

Mrs. Sawyer: "Preferences - fashion fast-selling brands, basic casual styles that can't go wrong. Are you resistant to silk materials, dear? Or silk? Silk is more comfortable in summer-"

She was talking, and in the next second, those soft rulers and scissors flew towards Song Xin, binding Song Xin tightly like wrapping around a mummy.

Song Xin was tied around her neck with a tape measure, and she measured the length of three necks. She said with difficulty, "I—"

"—I can see it from your appearance." Mrs. Sawyer said thoughtfully: "At this age, the number of times you wear a skirt may not exceed five times. You should be ashamed of it."

Song Xin flicked her nose with a soft ruler, and said in defense, "I'm not so miserable—"

"And a skirt," Mrs. Sawyer said with a bright smile to Song Xin, "—is the most elegant symbol of a woman."

The afternoon sun in Diagon Alley was bright, and Logan sat on the sofa in the store, put out his cigar in the ashtray, and shook the Daily Prophet in his hand—the news on the front page was rubbish.The looking glass hanging by the door reflected the sunlight and cast a round spot on the ground.

It takes a lot of time to choose clothes with a woman, Logan Howlett has always known this, but just as he thought of this sentence, he heard a rustle of cloth rubbing.

The shame in Song Xin's voice couldn't be hidden: "What, what, this..."

Mrs. Sawyer smiled and said, "It's pretty, come on, don't be shy——your boyfriend is still waiting outside."

Song Xin was about to cry: "I, I dare not face him... Can I take this suit and wear it secretly? I still prefer my lazy egg..."

"Getting out of the comfort zone is very important!" Mrs. Sawyer said solemnly: "Come on, come out and let him see."

Logan raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of the dressing room—then the door clicked open, and Song Xin came out.

The 22-year-old girl is past the age of wearing tutu skirts, but she is not yet the age of wearing slim and elegant styles.Song Xin's hair was neatly arranged and tied with a white and blue striped ribbon at the back of her head. She changed into a well-tailored knee-length white midi skirt with a clean hem and a blue ribbon around her waist. A beautiful figure unique to girls of this age.

Song Xin blushed as if dripping water, and said shyly, "...Actually, you've seen me wear skirts before, I don't need to look like this..."

"Not surprising at all." Logan Howlett said with difficulty: "Very...very..."

He looked at Song Xin's fair and even shoulders. Her collarbone was clearly defined, and her chest was strangled.

The little girl is shy.Logan thought rudely and excessively, she actually has breasts.

The author has something to say: To the reviewer: This is true, not to mention the scum, it doesn’t even have a rim ball!Let me pass it QAQ

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Song Xin (satisfied): Are you still going to call me a kid?