readx;?“ My dad was buying me a book next door and my mom was helping me find a magic wand. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" said the boy, his voice listless, "I'm going to drag them to buy high-speed brooms later, and I don't understand why first-year freshmen can't have their own brooms, so I think I'll have to try to get my dad to buy me a broom and take it to school smuggling." ”

"Do you have your own broom?" The boy continued.

"Nope." Harry replied.

Wu Mo nodded happily.

Although he plays a child in this plane, to be honest, he is in his twenties, and he really doesn't have much to say to these little guys.

So maybe it's better for him to be a loyal listener.

"Have you played fast diss?"

"Nope." Harry was curious to know what Fast Dis was.

Wu Mo knew what they were talking about, after all, he had seen the movie, but there was no need to say it.

"I played -- Dad said it would be a shame if I didn't make it to the flying team. I couldn't agree more, do you know which house you're going to live in! ”

"I don't know." Harry felt very stupid at the moment.

"It's okay, everyone only knows when they get there, doesn't it? But I know I'm going to be in Slindling, and our whole family thought I'd have to live in Havebaf, and I think I'm going to have to go, what about you? ”

"Oh?" Harry hesitated, wishing he could say something a little more interesting.

"I said, look at that man!" The boy suddenly yelled at the front window, where Hagley stood and grinned at Harry, pointing to the two large ice creams in his hand to indicate that he couldn't get in.

"That's Hagley." Harry said that he was glad he finally knew something that the boy didn't know, "He works at Hogwetcher. ”

"Really?" The boy said, "I've heard of him, he's a slave, isn't he?" ”

"He's a caretaker." Harry said he disliked the boy more and more.

"That's right, I've heard that he's a wild man who lives in a small house in the school playground, and he's always drunk and wants to use magic but often burns his own bed."

"I think he's smart." Harry said coldly.

"Really?" With a hint of disdain, the boy said, "How could he be with you, your parents?" ”

"They're dead." Harry replied succinctly. He really didn't like to be around this boy.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" But it didn't sound sad at all from the voice, "Are they the same kind as us?" ”

"They're magicians, if that's what you're referring to?"

"I don't think they're going to let other kinds into school, what about you?

They just don't know what we do, they don't know how we live, maybe some of them never heard of Hogwacher until one day they received a letter that I think they should keep in the old wizard family.

By the way, what's your last name. ”

As soon as Harry was about to reply, Mrs. Makin said, "Your dear, your clothes are ready." ”

Harry was glad to have found an opportunity to stop talking to the boy, and quickly jumped off the barstool.

"Well, I think I'll see you again at Hogwaccher." The boy still had a listless tone.

As Harry ate the ice cream that Hagley had bought him, he was very quiet.

"What's wrong with you?" Hagley asked.

"Nothing," Harry lied, and they stopped to buy parchment and quill pens. Harry was overjoyed as he found a magical bottle of ink that changed color as you wrote.

As they left the store, he asked, "Hagley, what is Fast Dis?" ”

"Ah, Harry, I've always forgotten how little you know about Fastdis - or none at all."

"Don't make me feel worse." Harry said as he recounted the boy he had met in Madame Makin's shop.

"He also said that people from the Mag family weren't even allowed to enter—"

"You're not from the Mag family, if he knew who you were—if his parents were magicians—he'd have heard of your name long ago - you've seen how they treat you at the 'Leaky' bar, what does he know, the best wizards I've ever seen are often magical but hidden, Mag - look how good your mother is! Look at how bad your Aunt Payounia is. ”

"So what is Fast Dis?"

"One of our sports, the magic sport, it's like -- like the game of football in Mag -- everybody likes to be fast - playing in the air on a broomstick, there are four balls in total -- it's hard to explain the rules."

"And what about Schlindlin and Hayfbaf?"

"It's all school houses, there are four of them, and everyone says that the people who live in Havebaf are a bunch of stupid people, but—"

"I bet I'd live in Havebaf." Harry said in frustration.

"Actually, Hefbaf is better than Slindlin." Hagley was a little sad, "More than one magician who lives in Slindlin has gone bad, and 'that man' is one of them. ”

'Wow!' That man's also studied at Hogwätcher. ”

"That was many years ago." Hagley said.

They had bought the textbooks Harry needed in a bookstore called Flarry & Bloss, with shelves hanging from the ceiling, books the size of paving stones decorated with feathers, books the size of postage stamps with velvet covers, books full of strange symbols, and books with nothing in them, which even Dardey, who had never read before, could not help but reach out and touch them.

Hagley almost had to take Harry from Vanditas. Taken out of the book "Spells and Counterspells" by Professor Viridian.

"I'm just trying to find a way to curse Dadri."

"I'm not saying it's bad, but you can't use magic in the Mag world except in very special circumstances." Hagley said, "You can't use any spells right now anyway, and you need to learn more before you reach this level." ”

Hagley also didn't allow Harry to buy a sturdy golden cauldron (the one mentioned on the bar was of white ash), but they bought a set of very good scales for weighing the prescription, and a folding brass telescope. Next they went to a pharmacy.

The dispensary seemed fascinated by the terrible smell of a mixture of rotten eggs and rotten cabbage, buckets of goo lay on the floor, jars of herbs, dried roots, and shiny powders lined up against the walls, bundles of feathers, and strings of teeth and claws hanging from the ceiling.

(To be continued.) )