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Harry Potter, who was only 11 years old, maybe because he talked too much, or God opened his eyes, finally on the night of his 11th birthday, in the middle of the night, he experienced the most bizarre and tortuous change in his life-he is a wizard!

Until Harry Potter followed the tall and burly Hogwarts keeper Hagrid into this extremely magical magic alley, he hadn't recovered much, his eyes were full of novelties, this Poor little boy with little knowledge doesn't know what to look at first.

Then the tall but very kind Hagrid led Harry to Gringotts, which is the bank of wizards, but Harry was a little bit a little bit about Hagrid saying that his parents had left a sum of money for him. Uneasy, it seems embarrassing to go into the bank and find nothing inside, and the goblins in Gringotts don't look friendly at all.

A few ten minutes later, Harry and a pale Hagrid came out of Gringotts again. Harry had to admit that he had never had so much money in his life!No, it should be said that I have never even seen so much money!Those are Galleons and Sickles of real gold and silver!Now he has a heavy bag of coins stuffed in his pocket!Even though I ordered school uniforms at the Mojin *shielded keyword* robe store, bought brand new textbooks for the first grade of Hogwarts at the Lihen Bookstore, and bought them at the strange pharmacy that exudes a strange smell. The pewter cauldron and scales used in Potions lessons, and little Harry still had a good number of coins in his pocket, clinked pleasantly as he walked.

"The only thing left is your wand, oh, yes, I haven't bought you a birthday present yet!" Hagrid turned around and looked behind him in Diagon Alley, which was full of people. Too skinny Harry.

Harry felt himself blushing, "You don't have to..."

"I know you don't have to. Well, I'm going to give you an animal, not a toad. Toads went out of fashion many years ago, and people will laugh at you. I don't like cats either. They always make me sneeze. I'll give you an animal." You get an owl. Children like owls, it can deliver letters and packages for you." Hagrid took the lead and approached a dark-looking shop not far ahead obliquely, and the crowd easily passed by his huge figure Separated, Harry was able to follow closely behind him without much effort.

Harry poked half of his head out from behind Hagrid's wall-like wall and looked at the storefront. The sign said 'Eila Owl Shop'. It seemed to be a pet shop specializing in owls?Harry is amused that wizards always owl their messages - he's about to have an owl of his own!It's like a dream!

To be more precise, it should be said that he has been dreaming since midnight last night!His parents were both wizards, and so was he!His parents left him a treasury of money!And he will be able to go to the magic school soon!

Pushing open the door of the pet store, Hagrid let him take a look around, while he walked up to the counter clerk and said something.Harry didn't know which owl to look at, from the color of the feathers to the size, there were different owls in various cages stacked up to the ceiling, watching him walk by, the birds would flutter excitedly Winged, some quietly stared at him with jewel-like eyes.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Harry was so fascinated by it that he felt that he accidentally bumped into someone, so he quickly apologized.

"It's okay." A quiet female voice sounded above his head.

Harry was stunned, and when he looked up, the girl in front of him took his breath away. None of the cover girls on the fashion magazines that Aunt Petunia bought occasionally could compare with the girl in front of him. Her skin was fair but not Pale, the rare silver-gray long wavy hair is not at all obtrusive on such a girl with a delicate face and a slender figure.

The girl's eyes rested on Harry's forehead for a while, perhaps because of the slight collision just now, Harry's black hair, which was always messy like a bird's nest, was slightly raised, revealing the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead .

"I assume you are...Harry Potter?" the girl asked softly.

oh!He almost forgot that he was a celebrity in the wizarding world. His very ordinary name seemed to have a touch of elegance when it was pronounced by a girl. Harry straightened his back quickly, trying to give a message to the person in front of him who might be his senior sister. The girl makes a good impression, "Well, yes."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter. I'm Sylvia Cassandra, third year Slytherin." Although Sylvia said she was very happy, her tone was very flat, and she didn't say anything. The excitement in the words of the wizards Harry met along the way.

Slytherin?Harry frowned slightly. Did he belong to the same family as the contemptuous platinum-haired boy he met in the robe shop just now?

Um?The savior boy looked stupid when he saw her, but he frowned when he heard Slytherin. Sylvia's face remained unchanged, and he guessed in his heart that he might have encountered some unfriendly Slytherin students before.

As for where the great Potter boy lived after that night, no one knows. Sylvia guessed that Headmaster Dumbledore hid him. Not so good for the baby - Sylvia bounced off Voldemort's killing curse on baby Potter, making him not believe a word of it *masked keyword* or whatever.I have taught myself black magic for nearly a year, not everyone can avoid the death curse, let alone rebound...

Sylvia actually prefers that Harry's parents secretly used a powerful black magic to protect Potter, who was a baby at the time, at the expense of himself.

Sacrificing in exchange for power, this is Sylvia's summary of black magic. Although most black magic seems to cause huge and incurable damage without sacrificing anything, after careful study, those spells are translated into different ancient magic spells. Words that pay various prices can be found in the text, but Sylvia's current superficial reading of black magic has not found magic that can rebound the death curse to prove her idea.

"Uh, um... are you here to buy owls too?" Harry seemed a little overwhelmed by Sylvia's beautiful silver blue eyes, and he forced out a topic abruptly.

Sylvia nodded and turned to look at the cage she had been watching before Potter interrupted her.

"Huh? This is... a crow? Isn't this place selling owls?" Harry also looked at the cage, and standing on the crossbar inside was a huge black crow with golden eyes. Calmly and steadily looking at the two people outside the cage, with a slightly raised head, it seems that the two people outside the cage are creatures to be watched.

"This is a raven, or a rare golden-eyed raven. It is said that the golden-eyed raven is the eye of Queen Hella, the god of death, so it is also directly called 'Golden-eyed Hella'." Sylvia introduced, she originally I just wanted to buy an owl to help her send the potion she made to the store, but I didn't expect to see a rare raven, and this raven gave her the feeling...

Sylvia opened the door of the cage and stretched her hand in. The clerk next to her gasped and hurried over from the crowd in the store, "Oh! This beautiful lady, be careful! This golden pupil Crow is the most bad-tempered character in our store, the boss bought it because he thought it was rare, and wanted to keep it for himself, but... well, it can peck people, and it has a bad temper." The young clerk looked worriedly Looking at Sylvia's hand that went in, she looked worried.

Turning her head to look at the raven, Sylvia didn't think it was really vicious, um, how should I put it, it was probably a stern feeling.So instead of taking her hand out, she kept reaching for it.

Jintong's raven didn't attack Sylvia's slender hand, but tightened its neck and leaned back a little. As Sylvia's hand got closer, the raven moved to the side of the crossbar One step, its golden eyes looked at the firm hand stretched towards it.

Harry thought he saw a helpless look of disgust in that raven's eyes?He rubbed his eyes, is this just a bird?Could it be that the birds in the magical world are smart enough to show disgust?

Sylvia touched the raven's feathers. The outer hard feathers felt very smooth and even a little cold. She turned her wrist and directly pressed the back of her hand against the raven's belly. It spread its wings slightly, Then reluctantly stood on the back of Sylvia's hand, and was led out of the cage by Sylvia just like that-the clerk next to him was stunned.

Under the light in the store, the black feathers of the raven have a slightly blue-purple metallic texture. It can be said that it is very large. I didn’t feel it just shrunk in the cage, but in fact it is even bigger than most of the ravens in the store. The owls are all big, but their bodies are slender but they look full of power. There is no expression of emotion in their golden eyes, and they look extraordinarily quiet and cold in the noisy owl shop.

It's like someone... Sylvia thought of her only friend a little rudely.Although the outer feathers are very hard, the feathers on the belly are soft, and the personality is also cute and awkward-it is really a cute bird, and Sylvia made a completely different evaluation from the shop assistant in her heart.

When Sylvia was negotiating the price with the clerk, Harry looked enviously at the haughty and indifferent raven standing on Sylvia's shoulder. Which boy wouldn't like such a cool pet!Quietly stretched out a hand to sneak a peek at the raven, but before his plan succeeded, the raven seemed to have eyes on the back of its head, suddenly turned sideways, its golden eyes stared fiercely at Harry, The frightened boy hurriedly withdrew his hand, oh my god, that look in his eyes felt like he was going to peck off his hand in the next moment!

"Maybe you need to buy a milder owl." Sylvia paid 10 Galleons to the clerk, then turned her head and said to Potter.Of course she saw Potter's small movements, reached out and tapped its black beak and gently warned her newly bought pet, "Queen of the kingdom of death, your name is Hela!"

"Be gentler..." Harry turned his head and looked around at the countless birdcages in the store, all kinds of long and short calls and fluttering feathers, he couldn't see it clearly, if Where to start?

"How about that one?" Sylvia pointed to a large cage in the corner, which contained a very beautiful snowy owl. There are many owls in the house hooting and fluttering with excitement.

"It's a snowy owl, and it's rare. At least people who wait for letters or packages in the auditorium every morning won't admit it wrong. Also, Hogwarts is in Scotland. It's very cold in winter. Snowy owls are very cold-resistant, and even snow in winter is fine." It can complete the task of sending the package." Sylvia introduced.

Harry nodded as he listened, as if this snowy owl sounded like a good choice?Anyway, he didn't know anything, and it was rare for someone to recommend it to him so kindly. Harry happily decided to buy that beautiful snowy owl.

Harry was about to go to Hagrid to tell him his choice, and Sylvia said goodbye to Potter politely, turned and walked out of the shop with Hela the Raven on her shoulder.

Maybe Slytherins weren't all that bad as the boy in the robe shop?Comparing the platinum-haired boy with the senior Sylvia Cassandra who was very temperamental and friendly to him just now, Harry slightly recalled his bad impression of the Slytherin house.

When Harry walked out of the owl specialty store, he was holding a large birdcage in his hand, which contained the beautiful snowy owl recommended by the senior sister. It was sleeping soundly with its head buried under its wings.Harry couldn't help but stammered his thanks to Hagrid over and over again.

These two days were the best two days in the short life of 11-year-old Harry Potter!