[HP] When the arrogant young master meets a black-bellied girl

1991, July 7, Kensington, London, England.

The moat flows quietly, and busy merchant ships are temporarily moored at the pier.Big Ben on the banks of the River Thames, ringing Westminster bells.

The streets are lined with maple trees and sycamore trees, large expanses of green lawns, and the houses are all Georgian architecture, with both Baroque curves and Rococo decorative elements, a strong low-key British style.

In the restaurant where the decoration and furniture are maintained in the medieval retro style, the vinyl record player plays soft classical music.

The well-dressed man nodded slightly to the girl rubbing his eyes, and then opened the seat for her, "Good morning, Miss Christina."

"Good morning, Frank," she said softly.

"Today's breakfast is beef soup and a salad made of freshly picked vegetables in the morning. I wish you a pleasant meal."

A house elf secretly hid at the corner and watched the girl's reaction to the meal. It was Mido, with a small and skinny body, ears as big as bats, protruding eyes the size of tennis balls, and a relatively long and flat eye. nose.

His master has been pampered since he was a child, and he is very picky about the taste of food. If he tastes a mouthful and is not satisfied, he will simply not eat it.But the owner, although delicate, has a very gentle personality, even if he is hungry, he will not ask Miduo to make another meal.

Mido opened his copper-bell-like round eyes wide, watching the master scoop up the second spoonful of soup, and his hanging heart fell down.As a house elf, if you let your master go hungry because of your own incompetence, it is really as shameful as the master being kicked out of the house!

"Miss Christina, I have three letters for you today."

"Three letters?" She raised her eyebrows in confusion, then put down her fork, picked up a silk handkerchief beside her and wiped the corner of her mouth gracefully, then stretched out her other hand to signal Frank to give the letter to herself.

She glanced at the yellow sheepskin envelope on the top, which was clearly written in green ink: "Miss.Christina.Roy." Roy unwrapped the wax seal and took out the neatly folded paper. She took a liking to the person who wrote the letter.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore.

(President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizarding Association, first-class magician of the Merlin Sir Order)

Dear Miss Lowy:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.

Semester is scheduled to start on September 31.We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July [-]st.

Sincerely, Deputy Headmaster Minerva McGonagall.

[uniform]

First-year students need:

1.Three sets of plain wizard robes (black)

2.A plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. A pair of protective gloves (made of dragon skin or similar materials)

4.One winter cloak (black with silver buckle)

Please note: All student clothing must have a name tag

[textbook]

All students are required to prepare the following books:

Standard Spells, Beginners, by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot

A Theory of Magic, by Adbe Woflin

The Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emery Swich

A Thousand Wonderful Herbs and Mushrooms by Phyllidas Pohr

Magic Potions and Potions by Arseni Giger

Monsters and Where They Come From, by Newt Scamman

Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense by Quentin Trimble

[other equipment]

a wand

A crucible (pewter, standard size 2)

A set of glass or crystal vials

a telescope

a brass balance

Students may bring an owl or a cat or a toad

Parents are hereby reminded that first-year freshmen are not allowed to bring their own broomsticks.』

The remaining two letters are from Durmstrang School of Magic and Beauxbaton School of Magic.

"It's a school of magic." Roy put the finished letter aside, blinked her beautiful blue eyes, and looked as cute as a living doll.

"As expected of Miss Christina, the three major magic schools in Europe have sent admission notices."

The Roy family is an ancient pure-blood family in the wizarding world, but they rarely interact with other wizards, but every wizard named Roy is extremely outstanding. To the outside world, this is a mysterious family.

And Christina - the only daughter of the Lowy family today.When she was 11 years old, she received admission notices from three magic schools, which was the envy of wizards.But she knew in her heart that she was just enjoying the honor of her family.

"So, Miss Christina, which school do you want to choose for the next seven years of college life?" Frank asked.

Roy took a small golden spoon and stirred in the hot cocoa brought by Mido, knocked the rim of the cup twice casually, and then put it aside.Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, he raised his head unhurriedly and asked, "Isn't Hogwarts the closest to home?"

"Yes, sir and madam also graduated from Hogwarts."

"Okay, let's go to Hogwarts! Frank, go to Diagon Alley with me to buy textbooks and magic tools. I can't wait to go to the new school~"

"Yes, Miss Christina."

After finishing his breakfast, Roy grabbed a handful of fluorescent floo powder and walked into the fireplace, saying clearly: "Diagon Alley." As soon as he finished speaking, a green flame burst out from the fireplace, quickly throwing Luo Yi brought her to her destination.

Diagon Alley is a cobblestone-paved long street, the busiest commercial street in the British wizarding world, where you can find all kinds of weird and exciting shops and restaurants, as well as all the strange magic gadgets.The long, narrow streets were crowded with wizards in robes and pointed hats, and among them were many children as old as Roy, who had come to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies.

It wasn't the first time Roy came here, so he didn't look around curiously like the little wizards who had just arrived.She bought some things with ease, and looked at the rest of the list: "I need a magic wand."

"Go to Ollivander, that's the best."

Ollivander's shop was small and shabby, with a lonely wand on a faded purple cushion in the window.The gold lettering on the door has peeled off, and it reads: "Ollivander, fine wand maker since 380 BC".

The shop is small, with nothing but a bench, and thousands of long, narrow boxes containing wands that almost reach the ceiling.

Even though it looks very dilapidated, Mr. Ollivander is undoubtedly the best wand maker in the world, and he is quite famous in Europe. Many foreigners come to London just to buy/buy a wand made by him. Reluctance to buy/buy locally.

The grizzled Ollivander stood on the ladder arranging the stacked wands, seemingly oblivious to the customers who had entered the store.Frank said hello: "Hello, Mr. Ollivander."

Ollivander turned his head to look at the person who had passed by, and when his eyes fell on Roy, his silver eyes showed joy, and he said with a smile: "I've been thinking about when I can see you, Miss Roy."

Roy knew that he was a little surprised by Ollivander. He got off the ladder and searched with trembling hands in front of a pile of long boxes lined up. He said, "Your father and mother also bought their first box here back then. The wand, it seems like it happened yesterday..." He frowned in trouble when he couldn't find Roy's wand, and climbed up the ladder to take a long and narrow wooden box from the top.He took out a purple-black wand from inside, "Try this."

When Roy took over the magic wand, which was delicate in texture and smooth in color like satin, her long light golden hair was blown wildly by a gust of wind that came from nowhere.

Roy waved the new wand excitedly and curiously, and accidentally knocked down a row of long wand boxes without controlling the magic power.She widened her eyes and felt a little bewildered, and flicked her wand tentatively again, and the boxes were rearranged neatly like rewinding a tape.

"Well, well, very well. I remember every wand I ever sold, and the wand chooses the wizard, and it's meant to be yours. Nine and a half inches, ebony, phoenix feather."

Roy cleared his throat, restrained his childish behavior just now, and restored his dignified and elegant appearance, "I almost caused you trouble, Mr. Ollivander, thank you for your wand, I will use it well."

After Frank paid Ollivander ten Galleons, he left the store carrying a bunch of Roy's things.At around £5 for a Galleon, this wand is not cheap.

On the way to Mrs. Malkin's robe store, Roy stopped in front of a pet store.Frank looked back at his lady, and Roy looked at the soot-gray cat through the glass window.

"Miss Christina, would you like to buy a cat?"

Roy glanced at Frank, and shook his head with some disappointment, "Forget it... I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of it." Now she can't even take care of herself... If there is another small animal, she will feel uneasy.

Frank smiled and said nothing, then he pushed open the door of the robe shop, and the wind chimes hanging on the door made a crisp and pleasant knocking sound, and the people in the shop all subconsciously looked over when they heard the sound.

The short and chubby Mrs. Malkin was wearing a purple robe, stood on tiptoe and tried to look over the heads of the bustling customers in the store, and smiled kindly when she saw the visitor, "Oh, welcome! Isn't this Frank, then this Is it Miss Lowe?"

"Yes, Mrs. Malkin, please prepare a set of wizard robes that fit her well."

"Of course, Miss Lowe, please come here." The store was very lively, and Mrs. Malkin couldn't get away.

"Miss Christina, I'm going to the Lihen Bookstore next door to buy/buy magic textbooks, please stay here and wait for me." Frank told Mrs. Malkin, and then instructed Roy.

Roy nodded, and then walked towards Madam Malkin.

"What a beautiful girl. Wearing Mrs. Malkin's robe will definitely make Miss Roy even more charming." The lady measured Roy's arm length, shoulder width, height, and measurements with a tape measure, and made her own according to these parameters. Pick out the robe that best fits you.

Roy looked around boredly while waiting, and suddenly noticed a platinum blond head.

In fact, Roy noticed him immediately.He really does seem out of place in the crowd, not that he's weird, but Roy thinks he's dazzling.Or maybe it was the illusion of the light reflecting off his blond hair.

The little boy with the combed back turned his head and met Roy's eyes.Her eyes widened.

God, what a cute boy, his facial features are as exquisite as a living doll!Roy exclaimed inwardly.

Roy probably realized that it was not good for him to stare at people all the time, so he looked away, and then sneaked a few unconscious glances after a while.

When the little boy walked towards Roy, the corners of her mouth raised involuntarily, and she turned her head nervously to deliberately not look at him.

"Hi." The boy greeted, "Are you also going to Hogwarts?"

"Hmm..." Roy nodded quickly, then slowly turned his face to look at the boy.Looking closely, he seemed to look even better, with confidence in his brows and eyes, his face was even unrealistically white, and his gray-blue eyes were like two transparent crystals.

"My father is helping me buy books next door, and my mother is looking for a wand in the street." He spoke slowly, with a haughty, long drawl, "Then I'm going to drag them to see broomsticks, I don't understand Why can't first graders have their own broomsticks. I think I'm going to force Dad to buy me one and figure out how to sneak it in."

Roy's impression of him was somewhat spoiled. Judging from his conversation, he looked like a spoiled young master.

"Do you have your own broomstick?" the boy went on.

"Have."

"Ever played Quidditch?"

"No." Roy didn't like this kind of brutal sport very much, and it was dangerous.

"I did. Dad said it would be a shame if I didn't get picked for our college team. I have to say, I agree with that." The boy smiled with one corner of his mouth up, "You know you Which college have you been assigned to?"

"I don't know." Roy felt a little reluctant to speak.

"Of course, no one really knows which house they'll be sorted into until they arrive at the school. However, I know I'll be sorted into Slytherin because my whole family graduated there." He changed his voice, " If I get sorted into Hufflepuff, I think I'll drop out, what do you think?"

Roy hummed lightly, hoping he could talk about something more interesting, because her patience was running out.

"By the way, the man who came in with you just now is your housekeeper. Why did he come to accompany you, where are your parents?" The boy became interested in Roy.

"They're busy." Roy said simply, not wanting to talk about it with this unfamiliar boy.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, but there was no trace of apology in his words, and then he asked, "They are also like us, aren't they?"

"They are all wizards..." Roy looked into his gray-blue eyes and said, "I think you probably mean this."

I don't know if the boy didn't notice or ignored the coldness in Roy's tone, and continued to say in a mocking tone: "I really think they shouldn't let Muggles enter school, what do you think? They're different, they haven't been accepted since childhood The kind of education we have, we don't understand our world. Come to think of it, some of them hadn't even heard of Hogwarts school before they got the letter. I think the school should be limited to admitting old wizarding families Student. By the way, what's your last name?"

The boy probably wanted to find out which pure-blooded lady Roy was from, so that he could consider whether to continue dating her, or whether it was meaningful to date her.

But Roy didn't answer, only Madam Malkin shouted to her: "It's been tried, my dear!"

Roy twitched the corner of his mouth casually at the boy, "Goodbye."

"Okay, then we'll see you at Hogwarts." He said in a lazy tone, a little listless.