Capítulo 8: Chapter 8
"Oh? I'd like to hear more about it." Sean showed an interested expression.
Ollivander sighed: "This dragon heartstring came from a Hungarian wasp, and I was meeting an old friend of the McFasty clan, the irascible and terrifying fellow was on the other side of the island, only In ten minutes, it killed several Hebridean black dragons. God, that is the most violent fire dragon I have ever seen."
He seemed to be recalling that scene, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.
Ollivander wrapped his wand swiftly with his hands and feet, and said softly, "Mr. Wallop, I hope you can use this wand well."
"Of course, sir."
The silver-haired **** the side stretched out her hand expressionlessly: "Seven Galleons of sincerity."
Sean showed an elegant smile and handed Garen to him: "Thank you for your recommendation. I'd take the liberty to ask, are you also a freshman at Hogwarts?"
The girl sat back on the bench and said calmly, "I'm in the third grade."
This, looking younger than him... Sean kept a smile and nodded in greeting, leaving the sentence "please give me some advice after school starts." and walked out of the store.
A little embarrassing...
When Wallup and his son were far away, Ollivander looked at the girl and said softly, "He would actually fit that wand."
The girl opened the old book again, she helped her gold-rimmed glasses, and her tone was flat: "I can see that he is personable, gentle and polite, but no matter how good the brutality in his bones is, it will show clues, and I happen to see it easily. That's all."
Ollivander's face became a little more serious: "No wonder, no wonder, that wand is very similar to that child."
The girl turned a page and seemed to not pay attention to the dialogue at all: "Anyway, grandfather, you are only responsible for finding the real owner for the wand, after that, he will become a real noble or a thug in a dress, these, Nothing to do with wands, nothing to do with Ollivander."
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After leaving Ollivander's cane shop, Sean's next destination was Madam Malkin's Robe Shop.
Mrs. Morkin was a short, plump witch with a smile and a purple robe.
"Freshman? Honey, want to buy a uniform?" Mrs. Malkin looked enthusiastic.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Hogwarts or Nurmengard?"
"Hogwarts."
"Come on, come on, there are so many of us, there are just two young people trying on clothes."
Walking into the inner room, a thin boy was standing on a footstool, and a witch was measuring his length with a pin.
The boy wore a handsome oily hair, with round-framed eyes and a pair of emerald green eyes under the lenses. At this time, he was talking to a boy with a round face next to him.
"Neville, are you really not considering buying a broom?"
The round-faced boy looked loyal and honest, and he was tall. At this time, he had put on a neat robe.
"Harry, as I said, I'm not good at broomsticks, and first-year freshmen are not allowed to bring broomsticks." Neville persuaded honestly.
"Then sneak it over there. My dad said, Gryffindor hasn't won a championship for many years. Maybe they'd like to take a talented first-year Seeker?"
Harry and Neville? Sean was a little sluggish, so much change? Or, is this not the two people in his memory?
The two inside also noticed Sean.
"Hi."
"Hi." Sean stood on the footstool.
Harry raised his arm so that the pin could continue to measure, and he turned his head. "Freshman? Which school?"
"Hogwarts, how about you?"
Harry's tone suddenly became a lot more enthusiastic: "I am also a freshman at Hogwarts, my name is Harry, Harry Potter, that is Neville Longbottom."
Neville, who was sitting, also greeted him.
didn't run away...
"Sean Wallup, nice to meet you."
"Are you all from a wizarding family?" Sean now has a strong interest in the two.
"Yes, Neville and I, our whole family are wizards." Harry smiled kindly.
It seems that Voldemort may not have any momentum at all... It's normal to think about it. The two old men who may be the strongest in the contemporary era are alive and well, and Grindelwald is not only not weaker than Dumbledore, but his means are too tough, no matter what. Where did Tom Riddle go to school back then, he probably wouldn't dare to stand out.
"Nice to meet you, we will be classmates from now on." Sean smiled.
"Of course, you're from a Muggle family?"
"Yes, my family hasn't recovered yet."
Harry murmured, "That's not bad, much better than my cousin..."
cousin? Sean remembered it as Dudley.
Harry muttered to himself and asked curiously, "You should have received two notices, right?"
"Yes," Sean nodded, "how about you?"
Harry showed a proud expression: "Our whole family graduated from Hogwarts, and Nurmengard doesn't even need to send me a notice, because I will definitely choose Hogwarts."
Neville, who was sitting beside him, nodded in agreement.
"Why do you say that?" Sean showed a curious expression. UU reading www.uukanshu. com
Probably because Sean has already chosen Hogwarts, Harry has now regarded him as half a classmate, taking advantage of the gap between the measuring witch going out to get the clothes, Harry whispered: "Hogwarts is the original The best magic school in the century, and I heard that Nurmengard used to be a research headquarters for black magic before it was rebuilt, and many wizards were imprisoned for experiments!"
Is it so powerful?
Harry pouted and continued: "Of course this is not the key, the key is that Nurmengard has been recruiting wizards from all over the world since its establishment, and I heard that Durmstrang's source of students in Germany has been basically used. Nurmengard took it all."
"Then why did Nurmengard attract so many people?"
Harry subconsciously showed an expression of disgust: "Because of Nurmengard's so-called 'elite education', sigh, madly chasing power, those people in Nurmengard shouted the glory of wizards, but they did some evil. things."
"Evil?" Sean was even more curious.
Harry cleared his throat: "I don't know the specifics. Anyway, we Hogwarts and Nurmengard are in a state of complete competition. Just remember this."
"Let me see, what's up with the lads who want to go out on their own today? If someone loses his godfather face because he's not handsome enough, I'll have to think about sending a shout-out letter to the school, Harry Potter. Te's biggest hobby is staring at other people's buttocks." A voice came over with a smile and a lazy tone.
Sean turned his head to look, it was an extremely handsome middle-aged man with long black hair that was slightly curly, and his well-defined facial features carried some cynicism that was rarely seen in middle-aged people.
Harry gave the man a happy smile: "No way, Sirius!"
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