Unlike Xiao Luo's fear, Ollivander seems to like Xiao Luo very much. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He personally escorted them to the door, opened it for them, and then told Xiao Luo to write to him through the owl if he had any questions about the wand.

"Oh, owls!" Xiao Luo looked at the pile of things in his hand, and then smiled at Draco, "Senior, you're definitely willing to take me to buy another owl, right?"

Draco looked at him and frowned in response, "I'm not going to fulfill my parental responsibilities at such a young age. ”

Xiao Luo looked at Draco, as if he understood that the decision he had made was not so easy to change, but fortunately there was another person next to him.

He also didn't want to do anything that would make the other person hate.

Xiao Luo's eyes rolled, and he immediately said to VIO: "You will definitely not sit idly by, don't you - you are such a beautiful and kind girl, may God bless you・・・・・・"

Vio was made to laugh and cry by his pitiful eyes and pompous compliments, she really didn't want to care about Xiao Luo's business-

Today, her only purpose had long since failed: Mr. Malfoy had finally, in a state of confusion, slipped the diary into Ginny's book.

In the future, if she wants to get close to Ginny and get the diary from her, I am afraid it will be difficult to reach the sky.

She was still figuring out how to separate Draco from Xiao Luo and go to Ginny herself—when she saw the Weasleys at the Blotts, Ginny didn't have either a wand box or the three plain wizard robes required by the school, and she probably hadn't left Diagon Alley yet.

"The most important thing in your life," Vio said, glancing at the wand box in his arms, "it's already there, and the rest won't be hard for you, Mr. Rom." ”

Draco stood beside her for a moment, then slowly stepped back a bit, bending down as if to straighten his shoes.

He didn't seem to be at all worried about Xiao Luo's rejection by Vio and himself at the same time.

"・・・・・・Are you really so sure-" Xiao Luo blinked, looked at Vio with an innocent expression, and then pulled her clothes and said slowly: "Little sister-" The word Xiao Luo only used to refer to Vio that day.

"Oh, of course not," Vio realized that he was blackmailing her with what happened that day, and immediately repented, "Do things from the beginning to the end, of course we will accompany you to buy an owl." ”

Draco looked at Vio, whose face changed, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then said lazily, "So, we're going to part ways here, Santriel, Rom." I wish you all the best. ”

He bowed gracefully, and walked toward the address that Mr. Santrill and Mr. Malfoy had left for them before leaving, his back standing tall and his steps unscathed.

There were only two people left, Xiao Luo and VIO, staring at each other with wide eyes.

"Little sister, where are we going?" Xiao Luo briskly pushed a pile of books into Vio's arms, and then asked with great interest.

"・・・・・・" Vio was bent down by the sudden weight drop in her arms, and she looked at Xiao Luo with a dark face: "Don't call me little sister!"

"Tsk, don't always be angry - you grow old so easily, and you'll soon become wrinkled like my grandmother. ”

"・・・・・・" Vio was so angry that he tilted his head to the side, so as not to see him even more angry.

She watched as a little girl with red hair was led by her mother into a shop that was one of the more famous places in Diagon Alley that sold robes: Madame Morkin's Robe Shop.

Even if you are far away, you can still see the phantom of the robe fluttering in the wind on the shop sign, which is very beautiful.

"Now, you haven't bought the plain robe required by the school, do you, let's go, go to the Madame Morkin robe store first. ”

Vio turned and left, regardless of whether Xiao Luo followed or not, Ginny was still there, and this was probably the only chance she might have managed to get her hands on the journal today.

As she was about to push the door in, she realized that she had brought a mask and a pair of gloves, both of which would work.

Although it was originally planned to be used in Tumbledown Alley instead of Diagon Alley, wearing a mask in Diagon Alley may not come as naturally as in a strange place like Tumbledown Alley.

But it can't be helped—who let Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy fight while she and her father stand aside?

But when she put the book in her backpack, she found that she couldn't find the mask in all her pockets—what was going on?

And the booklist, which Madame Sontrell had given her before she went into the fire, was now gone.

Xiao Luo quickly followed, puzzled by the thoughtful way she stood on the stairs in the doorway.

"Why don't you go in?"

Vio couldn't tell him that he had a mask and gloves - and put the two things together, and now the mask was gone, but the gloves were still there - he would definitely ask questions, maybe make another wave.

Alas, it must have been lost somewhere, and now it is very difficult to get it back, and she has no idea where she lost it.

"・・・・・・ let's go. Vio pushed the door open and entered.

Mrs. Morkin was leading Mrs. Weasley through the second-hand clothing section to see a series of reduced-price robes, and Ginny followed, picking out her favorites.

The arrival of Vio and Xiao Luo instantly enriched the expressions on the faces of the three people.

Mrs. Morkin glanced at their costumes, then smiled and asked them to wait a moment.

Vio and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other for a moment, she didn't know what to do, and stared at her nervously.

Mrs. Weasley stared at her for a moment, then smiled reluctantly, "Hello, Miss Santriel. ”

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley. Vio nodded, then greeted dryly, feeling like his pores were filled with embarrassment.

However, on the bright side, this meeting is very necessary, since she has taken such a path to unite everyone, if she can't even deal with this friction and balance it, the situation will be even more difficult in the future.

"-Today's event--I'm sorry, ma'am・・・・・・" Vio racked his brains to come up with this sentence and said curtly.

Mrs. Weasley smiled heartily at her nervousness, "It's all over—besides," she paused, her chest rising and falling violently again.

"I'm angry, but we can see that you didn't make any mistakes in this matter, and you don't have to feel guilty or embarrassed - you're friends with Ron and Harry, and they told Arthur and I that you and Hermione are good boys. ”

Mrs. Weasley said sincerely, "Arthur and I were going to invite you over to play, but there are a lot of people in the family—"

"Mommy!" interrupted Mrs. Weasley's voice as she brought three black robes from near the hanger and hurriedly handed them to her mother. "That's all. ”

Her eyes drooped, and her face was crimson, a red that stretched almost to the roots of her hair, blending in with her hair.

Mrs. Weasley looked at Ginny, but insisted on saying to Vio, "Let's have a chance to come to my house with Harry - then, let's go check out." ”

Vio nodded. Seeing Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Morkin go to settle the bill, Ginny sat down on a waiting bench beside her.

She suppressed her nervousness, asked Xiao Luo to go inside and take a look for herself, and then decided whether to buy a second-hand robe or a new one, and then did it herself to wait on the bench.

Ginny was a seat away from her. She looked down at her second-hand robes, then occasionally rubbed her fingers on the new set of books Harry had given her on the crucible.

Vio leaned over slowly, and she could hear her own nervous heartbeat, like the sound of a warrior's drums when he went on a campaign.