"If you only look at my mental age, I am still more mature"

Ivy thought, and the movements of his hands did not stop. Again ruthlessly rejected the elf's plea, and he toiled like an old ox.

"It's a bit like harvesting wheat, if you want to start a live broadcast in your previous life, the number of viewers will exceed 100 million in minutes."

Finally, it's over.

"Honey, thank you for your hard work—mua" Erin kissed him twice and rubbed his waist for him

"Do you need to withdraw so much money?" said Ivey, gasping as he leaned on his golden shovel. In front of him stood a sack about the height of Ivey, unable to hold it with his arms outstretched, and the golden light could still be faintly seen through the gap.

"I don't want to ride that damn wrecked car again! Never! Erin said hatefully as she cut her hair. As soon as she beckoned, the sack shrank like a leaky airbag, and finally turned back into a lucky bag. Erin tightened the buckle and threw it into her bag.

"Alright, let's go shopping." Several people got on carts and left

"Going to buy clothes first?"

"Whatever"

"OK, let's go"

Lady Morkin's robes specialty store

"Mrs. Morkin"

When the two walked into the clothing store, there were already quite a few customers. They stand in front of the mirror with their arms outstretched, and the enchanted tape measure automatically begins to measure.

"Hi Irene, long time no see" Lady Morkin, dressed in purple robes, is a friendly fat witch.

"Is this your child? - It's so fast, they're all of school age. First sighed, "Welcome, little Ive"

"Thank you, Lady Morkin"

"Are you here to buy school uniforms? That's right, my dress robe is the best! Mrs. Morkin said proudly

"Well, please help Ivey make five school uniforms," Erin replied with a smile

"What style do you need? Slim-fitting, loose-fitting, or formal? Rest assured, the dresses and robes sold are self-ironing and cleanable. Mrs. Morkin was a little too enthusiastic

"Just plain style," Ivy was a little embarrassed

Mrs. Morkin personally helped Ivy measure the size and was busy greeting the other guests, and when the finished clothes were ready, an owl would be delivered to the house.

"Aren't you leaving?" Looking at the mother who had already sat down to drink tea

"Wait a minute, there's still someone coming"

"Who?"

"Your cousin"

“？？？ , what is she doing here! ”

"Go to school, in the same year as you, she's only a month older than you."

"Then why are we waiting for her? What about Auntie? ”

"We live in London, so your aunt asked me for help."

Erin's words brought back memories of him for a long time. He thought of the proud girl again—Betty Ethel, Ivey's cousin.

She is the daughter of the daughter of Ivey's mother's mother's sister, and simply put, the granddaughter of Aunt Ivie's grandmother. Born in the same year as Ivey, because he was a month earlier than Ivey, he called himself a cousin.

Betty is arrogant and a little difficult to get along with, but that's not a problem. Much to Ivey's displeasure, Betty is his future wife.

It's not that Betty is bad, Ivey isn't happy with him. On the contrary, apart from a somewhat cold personality, Betty is perfect in every aspect.

He was just unhappy with the arranged marriage. Ivey is a modern man, if nothing else, marriage freedom, right.

Another point is that although the blood relationship is very faint and almost none, after all, it is still a cousin, which is somewhat embarrassing.

"Cousin"

Yunya's gentle voice interrupted Ivey's musings. Turning around, a classical English lady stood in front of the door. Dressed in a beige trench coat, a black bowler hat, a pair of black lace gloves, a pair of small beige leather boots under his feet, a bag hanging diagonally on his right shoulder, and a suitcase behind him.

"Betty, you're here," Erin beckoned.

Betty walked up to them and lifted her top hat, revealing a cold, childish face. Shoulder-length blonde hair, one side tied behind her ears. The same green eyes, different from the depth of the mother, the girl's eyes are much brighter.

A tear mole clings to the bottom of the eye, adding a touch of charm to the girl. At this time, this stunning beauty embryo rarely showed a hint of a smile.

"mua-" The cousin was also subjected to her mother's magic hand, and helplessly wiped the lipstick on her face. I took out two scarves from my bag and handed them over

"Cousin, I knitted my own gifts, and I'll trouble you during the summer vacation."

"Oh, it's all family, and it's so polite—" Erin said in a tone like an old mother.

"Did you miss me?" Betty looked at Ivey, her emerald green eyes shining even brighter.

"Betty, we're only 11 years old, okay!"

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong! The hair hasn't grown yet, so let's talk about love! ”

"Oh, that's what you said when you were 6 years old!"

"I'm embarrassed to say, at the age of 6, let me marry a wife!"

"Hehe, old-fashioned"·······

"Gee, you're in such a good relationship—" Erin looked at the two with a smile

"Hmph—go get measured, and buy something else!" Ivy glared at her mother

"Now, cousin, I'll measure the clothes first"

"Choose a few more" said hello, and Betty went to Mrs. Morkin.

"Little Betty is getting prettier and prettier, mommy has a good eye," Erin hugged Ivey

"Go, go, go," Ivy didn't have a good breath

"Don't be shy, I'm still young, and I'll grow up after 3 or 4 years together. When the time comes, your hair will grow together, and you will grow where you should have grown. Right-"

"I don't understand what you're saying, and besides, are you really my mother?" said Ivey, with a blank face

"Cousin, I'm alright," Betty walked over

"Alright, go buy a book next door," Erin walked out of the clothing store first. Betty didn't move, she pulled her suitcase down and stared at Ive.

"Okay, I'll take it for you" Evile pulled her luggage and walked out, Betty quickly followed, taking his other hand.

Blotted Bookstore

The interior is oval-shaped, with bookshelves embedded in the surrounding walls and ceilings. Bookshelves are filled with books, and clinging to them is a curved arch staircase, below which is where the signing takes place.

"You can find your own books, I'll go to the opposite side for a cup of tea" Looking at the crowded crowd in the store, Erin shook her hand decisively.

Ivy looked at Betty, "Standard Spells, Magic Potions and Potions······· We need 8 copies, let's find them separately."

He went to the bookshelf on the left-hand side, and the bottom floor was relatively basic books like "Beginner Flight", "Introduction to Transfiguration", etc., and the higher he went, the more esoteric it became. Of course, there are also some strange books, such as "Read Aloud", a kind of book that automatically reads the content.

After finding all the textbooks, Ivy also grabbed a copy of the Functional Auxiliary Magic, and he wanted to try practicing simple auxiliary spells.

After buying the textbook, find Erin

"Next, go grocery shopping·····

Bought some odds and bits at the grocery store. Miscellaneous things, such as glass bottles, glass test tubes, crucibles, brass balances, etc., Ivy also bought a pure gold crucible.

Finally, here comes the main event, the Ollivanders Wand Shop.

"Lady Shafiq, I remember! Unicorn hair, eleven and a third an inch long, purple wood, a little soft, right! I've been waiting for you," Ollivander greeted

"Ollivander, you still have such a good memory, I'm going to trouble you this time," Erin thanked him

"It's my pleasure, I like to be challenging!" Ollivander looked down at the two of them slightly, "The two must be Mr. Shafiq and Miss Ethel—what a sparkle!" ”

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander," the two greeted politely

"I heard that the two are engaged, what a match made in heaven"

"Thank you so much for the compliment, Mr. Ollivander," Betty smiled

"Why are you talking so fast?"

The corners of Ive's mouth twitched a little

Marry Betty, he is very willing. But again, they are only 11 years old, which is too early. As Erin said, if both of them are fifteen or sixteen, Ivy has developed, and Betty has grown into a beautiful girl, then there is no need for Erin to worry about it. He is also an old driver, and he is familiar with the road.