London, Diagon Alley, outside the Blotted Bookstore.

“...... Let my father and mother reconcile with Uncle Black?"

Draco Malfoy looked at Elena blankly, and repeated in confusion.

Just a moment ago, he had even secretly made up his mind that even if he needed to study the dangerous dark magic and become a blade in the shadow of Elena's eldest sister's head, as long as he could free his parents from the control of the dark lord, he could do anything.

"Yes, if you can do that, it means that you are ready to take on the wizarding world. ”

Seeing the stunned expression on Draco's face, the third Dark Lord couldn't help but smile.

"Draco, do you know why Tom Riddle failed? As a wizard, he went down the wrong path from the beginning, magic never existed for the sake of power - if there was anything Voldemort couldn't figure out, it was this, his spells were nothing more than witchcraft, they couldn't be called magic from beginning to end......"

"But what does this have to do with my father, my mother, and Uncle Black......

Draco Malfoy frowned.

Elena raised her eyebrows, shook her head with a light smile, and said meaningfully.

That's a good question, but I'm not going to tell you the answer directly. Not today, not in the future, one day you will understand...... In light of this journal, I can give you a little hint of what Professor Apokalis said in his first Defence Against the Dark Arts class...... Now, it's time for you to go home......"

As she spoke, Elena pursed her lips and smiled slightly, raised her right hand and snapped her fingers lightly.

"Grow hard, Mr. Malfoy...... I look forward to the day when I will meet you on the bridge of the Hyperion. ”

With a sound like a bubble bursting, the light and shadow of a small space next to the window of the Blotted bookstore flickered, gradually revealing the figures of Elena and Draco, and the noisy flow of people in the surrounding streets seemed to suddenly approach.

At the same time, a heavy metal badge landed in Malfoy's palm.

[Hogwarts - Probationary Investigator - Draco Malfoy (D-Class)]

"The Hyperion? What's that? Hey, what's this......"

Draco Malfoy was stunned, not even noticing Elena's change in what he called him.

However, before Malfoy could finish speaking, the elf-like figure had already broken through the afternoon sunlight, and appeared next to a girl at the checkout counter of the Blotted Bookstore more than ten meters away like fireflies in the midsummer night sky.

Judging by the expressions of the people around them, it was clear that no one had noticed the conversation that had taken place in this corner earlier.

If it weren't for the disappearance of the journal in his hand, the mysterious metal badge that suddenly appeared, and the faint scent that remained in the air, Draco Malfoy almost thought that everything was his hallucination.

Judging from the performance of Elena's eldest sister, this time the "secret joint" should be over.

Merely......

Draco Malfoy shook the metal badge in his hand and looked up at Elena, who was not far away talking intimately with a strange little witch, unsure whether he should leave just like that or go up and ask.

"Hey, come back to your senses, newcomer—"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears, startling him.

A strange young wizard with red hair stood in front of him at some point, his tall, long hair tied into a ponytail behind his head, and an earring on his ear that resembled something like a small fan.

All in all, no matter what the point of view - a very "cool" wizard.

Draco Malfoy noticed that in the red-haired wizard's left breast pocket, which was covered with various ornaments, there was a metal plaque similar to the badge in his hand, but the content on it was slightly different and the style was not quite the same.

【Gringotts Wizarding Bank - Senior Researcher - Bill Weasley (B)】

"Malfoy? hey—"

The red-haired wizard looked at the metal card in Malfoy's hand, raised his eyebrows curiously, and then straightened his waist and stretched out his right hand towards Draco Malfoy, and said solemnly.

"Introduce yourself, Bill Weasley, B-Class, your guide. For the next period of time, I will be responsible for all the problems, onboarding, and tasks. As for the formal explanation and Q&A......

Bill Weasley glanced up behind Malfoy and pouted playfully.

"Obviously, now is not the right time, see you tomorrow on the train-"

"But...... Mr. Weasley, I-"

Draco Malfoy frowned, and was about to ask a few more questions.

"Draco, where did you run away from? Also, you, stay away from my son!"

Draco was startled as Lucius Malfoy approached in a rage, a hand on his shoulder pulling him away from Bill Weasley, a palpable look of repulsion and disgust on his face.

At the same time, the kind smile on Bill Weasley's face faded into a sneer.

"Daddy!" Draco said in a panic, "I just wanted to find a book in the bookstore...... Nothing ......."

"Draco, be quiet! I'll talk about you later!"

Lucius Malfoy glanced at his son, his nostrils fluttering, and he said with a big breath.

"Wait...... I remember you...... The eldest son of the Weasley family......"

Lucius Malfoy paused, looked the red-haired wizard in front of him up and down, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in his customary, slightly arrogant tone.

"Whatever you plan to do, I advise you to stay away from my son-"

"Of course, I will remember your suggestion...... Goodbye, then, Mr. Malfoy. ”

Bill Weasley nodded politely and grinned at Draco Malfoy.

Immediately afterward, Bill Weasley didn't say anything more, turned around and walked straight into the crowd of Diagon Alley.

As one of the wizards invited back to Hogwarts for further study, he had plenty of time to familiarize himself with the Order, and there was no need to waste time engaging in pointless verbal battles with Lucius Malfoy.

"Hmph, Draco - I'll have less time with the Weasleys, I've told you a few times before-"

Lucius Malfoy said, his pale eyes rolling and falling on Draco.

"This scum of the wizarding world has almost degraded to the extreme, I don't want the Malfoy family to have the kind of shame of Sirius, after half a summer, I think you've seen what the Black family has become ruined. ”

"Don't worry, Dad, I won't let that happen......"

Although it is not yet clear how vast the world behind Elena's head is, one thing is certain from the decline of the Black family, whether it is to follow Voldemort or resist Voldemort, it is not a wise choice.

If you want to get your parents out of the shadow of the past, there is only one way to eliminate it.

Draco Malfoy took a deep breath and repeated it in earnest.

"Absolutely, absolutely not!"

............

At the same time, the Malfoy father and son were out of sight.

With the help of the fairy Douglas and Elena, Irina Ivanovich managed to neatly place the stack of books neatly in her newly purchased crucible, and followed the heavy cart out of the Blotted Bookstore.

"Books, potions, clothes, instruments, ......"

Standing on the street on the side of the Blotted bookstore, Elena carefully checked Irina's list.

"Then now it's all that's left with your wand—well, yes! I almost forgot, speaking of which...... I've got a small gift for you as a special option for the first Hogwarts admission—"

Irina waved her hand a little awkwardly.

"No, I'm actually—"

"Don't rush to say no just yet. That's right, I'm going to lend you a wand for the time being, the old wand shouldn't be so easy to use if nothing else, and you won't be able to use your talent to the fullest. If you go to the Ollivanders wand shop, you will definitely find a better wand for you, and one that will always be yours alone. ”

"Huh?!"

Irina was slightly stunned and looked at Elena with a confused face.

Wand - This is the most important and valuable companion of every wizard. In a way, every wand sold in the wizarding world is almost equal to a part of a wizard's life.

"I know you must have a lot of doubts now, so listen to me first......"

"I've learned a little bit about your family," said softly, "if you keep the name Ivanovich hidden for the time being, or if you give up the surname "Ivanovich" for the time being, with your talent, knowledge, and hard work, you can start a new life at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. ”

"Elena, I don't understand what you mean......"

Irina stammered a little, sounding a bit like Professor Quirrell before.

"Selena, Selena Crumin. What do you think of the name?"

Elena's voice softened a little, and there was a strange emotion in her tone.

"This is my new name and identity that I have prepared for you in advance, you can use it to register your wand if you want, and Gringotts Wizarding Bank will help you change all the information - it's normal for a slight deviation to occur in the process of translating from Russian to English. ”

As they spoke, they had come to a small, dilapidated shop.

The gold-lettered sign on the door of the shop was reframed, and it read: "Ollivanders: A well-made wand since 382 BCE". It's just that the dusty door frame still makes the whole store look shabby.

In the dusty window, a wand sits alone on a faded purple cushion.

"This is the legendary best wand shop in the UK, and the current Mr. Ollivander is arguably one of the best wand makers in the world today, and all you have to do is step into this wand shop and you will have a new wand that fits you perfectly. ”

Elena slowly stopped, pointed to the "Ollivanders Wand Shop" a few meters away, and whispered.

Or......

Elena said as she pulled out a long, narrow cardboard box from the inner pocket of her robe.

"You can choose to continue to carry the surname 'Ivanovich' and use this not-so-easy wand to defeat and convince your peers who are not weaker than you in the thorny Hogwarts to become a great witch. ”

"Of course, if you can complete some small tests, then I can lend it to you permanently. ”

In the middle of the cardboard box, lying quietly lay a wand made of black marble glass, covered with various notches and wears, and looked as if it had been used for a long time, and had endured many fierce battles.

"It's-"

When her eyes touched the box in Elena's hand, Irina Ivanovich let out a strange beast-like cry as if she had been pricked by a needle, and the girl covered her mouth and stared at the wand in Elena's hand.

For Irina, the wand was all too familiar.

In her fondest memories, she had seen her grandfather waving his wand, directing the tea set to dance on the dining table in the living room of the house, or conjuring up small animals and bright flowers in front of her.

Merely......

"It's, it's, grandpa—those people from the Ministry of Magic aren't—"

"Oh, yes, it took a lot of work to get it out. ”

Elena shrugged her shoulders and said nonchalantly.

"Thankfully, the Soviet Ministry of Magical Internal Affairs has been disbanded, and the Russian Ministry of Magic officials who have just taken over this area are obviously much easier to talk to...... Compared to eating ashes in the cabinet of the Ministry of Magic, it must be much more cost-effective to earn some extra money to subsidize the family. ”

“...... Grandfather. ”

Irina bit her lip and carefully took the wand from Elena's hand.

In the lower right corner of the wand, near the end, there was a shallow dent, as if it had been bitten by some rodent—the mark of a deliberate bite on the wand when she was five years old, because she was angry with her grandfather.

This is something that even her father doesn't know, it's just a little secret between her and her grandfather.

"This is not Hogwarts, Hogwarts would not do such dangerous things. ”

Irina exhaled lightly, wiped the corners of her eyes gently, carefully placed her wand in her close-fitting pocket, turned to look at the white-haired little demon king standing beside her, took a deep breath, and a touch of determination appeared on her face.

"Anyway...... Thank you. Ms. Elena Kaslana, although I don't know what you and the forces behind you hope for, Grandpa once said that there will never be a free gift in this world. You've put so much thought into it—what's the price, and what are the tests you're talking about?"

"It's a pleasant surprise, and frankly, I didn't expect you to be so unique. ”

Elena raised her eyebrows in some surprise and looked at the little Russian witch in front of her with interest.

According to her original idea, she was just going to put a reliable little catfish in Hogwarts, but judging from the current situation, maybe she could consider developing a potential lieutenant - whether it is Hermione, Hannah, or Luna, they are a little weaker after all, and they are more suitable to be positive spokespersons in some sunny situations.

"As for the price......

Elena's eyes flickered and she said meaningfully.

"Don't rush yet, go on a date with me...... On board the Hyperion. Don't worry, Irina, we're not bad people, we're just not quite the same as some of the old rules in our philosophy and style. ”

............

Russia, the other side of the world.

On the outskirts of St. Petersburg, the house of Lomon Losov.

Old Lomon Losov sat on the sofa in the bedroom, looking at the familiar room, imagining how he had arranged the furniture in the bedroom little by little, which furnishings had been updated and which had not changed.

As one of the last to retreat, he still had plenty of things to remember.

In the living room, a somewhat familiar voice came upstairs.

"Mr. Lomon Losov, it's almost...... It's time for you to go!"

This is the wizard commissioner from the Destiny Group, in charge of the transfer of their group of old guys, and it has been him and a few other young lads who have been helping the family with their property and liaison arrangements these days.

Although the old wizard is well disguised, his appearance has changed a lot.

But......

From the day after he arrived at this house, the elder Lomon Losov recognized him -

Decades ago, in the ruins of Moscow and St. Petersburg, the fanatical follower of Gellert Grindelwald who had fought against him, and the stalwart of the saints, Kurt Mayer.

Old Lomonosov took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and walked downstairs with his cane toward the living room downstairs, a dull ache in his chest that had begun to grow more and more frequent these days, and his energy was getting worse and worse.

The "Wizard's Death" has almost completely diffused, and there is not much time left for him.

If nothing else, soon, he will be able to quarrel with Novat Ivanovich again.

And before that......

It's finally time for a showdown......

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