"Slightly, stupid Siwen, don't call me Miss Beaver!" the girl's pink face seemed to blush slightly, and it was not known whether she was shy or angry, and Harry noticed that the girl began to speak as little as she could, consciously or unconsciously, try not to show her teeth. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hello, Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger. Sivin greeted Hermione's parents.

"It's hard to believe that Mr. Sevenswift, the brilliant writer of magical fiction, is so—young, I thought you were at least twenty years old. Your teeth are beautiful. ”

Mrs. Granger laughed and said, "So, are all the things in your novels real?"

"Art comes from life, but it is higher than life, vampires do have them, but a girl as sweet as Bella is not easy to appear. As she spoke, Sivin ruffled her long hair, which had just been straightened, at little Hermione's protest.

"Xiwen, do you know how to exchange it for currency in the wizarding world? Well, neither my wife nor I have ever been in contact with the wizarding world, and it seems that the pound sterling cannot be spent here. Mr. Granger asked.

"You can get over here, Gringotts, it's a place where you can exchange magic currency, 5 to 1, one gold Galleon for every five pounds, oh little Hermione, if you don't mind taking the first grade tutorial from my collection, and my study notes from last year, you can preview it." "In the world of pit fathers, when textbooks are expensive, it seems to be more of a tradition to use old textbooks.

Little Hermione's eyes suddenly sparkled. Mr. and Mrs. Granger looked at each other and smiled helplessly, perhaps the happiest thing for their daughter was not to receive candy and clothes, but to study and read.

At this time, Hermione noticed Harry behind Sivin, and she looked at little Harry curiously, and then at Sivin.

"Hermione, this is Harry Potter, yes, that's the Harry Potter you think of, Harry, this is Hermione Granger, and she's a freshman this year. ”

"Oh, is it really you, Harry Potter! I've read you in the books sent to me in Spanish, and you've been mentioned in books like "Compendium of Modern Magic" and "The Rise and Fall of the Black Membrane Law." ”

"Really?"

"Oh my God, you don't know, if I had known that there were books about me, I would have found a way to collect all the books that mentioned me. ”

"Well, it's getting late, and if we can't finish the purchases today, then we'll have to spend the night at the Leaky Cauldron Bar. Sivin suggested.

Looking at the various crucibles, Xiwen picked out practical tin crucibles, dragon skin gloves, brass scales, and a set of glass crystal utensils for alchemy in the Potions class for the two little ones.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger looked at it curiously, "I have to say, this is a lot like the equipment in our high school chemistry class." ”

"The essence is the same, by mixing various substances and various treatments, the required mixture or precipitates are obtained. It's just that magic synthesis potions will be more complex, and they can't be standardized and mass-produced. ”

Looking at little Harry, his green eyes seemed to remember something, and Siwen suddenly looked forward to what would happen next semester. "Professor Snape, now the Potions teacher at Hogwarts, is a rare potions expert after Professor Slughorn's retirement. ”

Under the expectant gaze of the two little ones, take them to buy the most critical equipment for being a magician - a wand.

He led Hermione and Harry to a small, tattered shop around the corner with a tiny, tattered gilt sign that said Ollivander - a wand made since 382 BC. Through the dusty window, a purple cushion could be faintly seen, with a wand lying on it.

The three of them pushed the door in, and the eyes seemed to be as oppressive as the Imperial Library, and thousands of narrow boxes were densely stacked on top of the shelves, and the dust and silence seemed to carry the inheritance and mystery of thousands of years of magic.

"Good afternoon" ethereal voice suddenly sounded in their ears, Harry and Hermione, who were immersed in observing the shelves around them, seemed startled, and at this time, with the click sound, the slide suddenly appeared, and an old man with bright eyes on his face full of the vicissitudes of time appeared in front of them.

"Hello. Harry said stiffly.

"Oh, yes," said the old man, "yes, yes, I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, and that's not a problem. Your eyes are the same as your mother's. It was like yesterday that she had come here to buy her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, made of wicker, fluttering and waving, it was a good wand for healing magic and silent casting. I said your mother loved it - actually, of course, it was the wizard nickname who chose it. ”

Mr. Ollivander walked up to Harry, who wished he could blink, his silvery eyes making Harry's hairs stand on end.

"Sorry, Ollivanders, memories are always too long, aren't they? ”

"Oh, Mr. Swift, over the years, with the exception of Ollivander and Grigovich, very few people have studied wands themselves, providing their own unique wand cores and rare materials to make wands. “

Ollivander looked at Sivin thoughtfully.

"However, it doesn't seem good to have an overly complicated heart, and with a complex rod core, you will have a hard time navigating that mixed magic. He saw Hermione on the side, "Perhaps, this young lady is ......"

"Alright Ollivanders, don't talk about me, get ready for these two little ones who are going to Hogwarts this year. ”

"Stupid Lo, whoever is the little one, you are a year older than us," Hermione Lori said with her cheeks puffed out.

Hermione looked at the data such as arm length, axis length, height, and head circumference that Sivin handed over to Ollivander, and remembered that when she measured it, little Lori silently sharpened her little tiger teeth, and her face was not good.

It took a while for Harry to get his eleven-inch wand of fate with a phoenix feather. Hermione, on the other hand, had a wand with a vine and a dragon's heart, and seemed to see many elves around her with a cheerful wave.

Watching the three of them leave, Ollivanders silently lowered his head again, looking at the label in his hand, the wand that Hermione Granger had taken.

The label didn't have vines or dragon's heart chords on it, and he looked at the sunlight in the dust that rose as the door opened and closed, perhaps, he was old.

Looking at Diagon Alley, where the sun had set and the sun was shining brightly, and bidding farewell to the Grangers, little Hermione reluctantly left Diagon Alley after agreeing to go to Swift's house to get books in two days, while Harry followed Sivin through Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron Bar to get on the subway.

Along the way, Harry didn't say a word, and he didn't even notice that they were carrying large and small, oddly shaped packages on the subway. He also held a sleeping snow owl in his arms, which attracted many curious glances.

Harry didn't know if he could make it clear. He had just had his second-best birthday—but—he munched on a burger as he pondered what to say.

"Everybody thinks I'm special," he said at last, "how can the people at the Leaky Cauldron, Professor Quirrell, Mr. Ollivanders, even Hermione, expect me to do great things? The night my parents died, I had no idea what was going on. ”

Siwen patted the depressed little guy, "Listen, Harry, other people's expectations are other people's expectations, your future is in your own hands, no one is born to do everything, 11 years old, but the beginning of a wizard." ”

Harry nodded, the future may be worth looking forward to.