Everything can be arranged directly! ps: Dear readers, the monthly votes are increasing too slowly, and the data is too low. I have secretly voted for three chapters myself. It's too miserable. I beg for monthly votes. Once the monthly votes arrive, I will sit on the chair and not move. Also, the next chapter will take us to Diagon Alley! I can only say that wherever the protagonist goes, everyone will be in turmoil! Of course, new girls will appear too! . Chapter 23: The old friend you are talking about, could it be you? Godric's Hollow. Dumbledore looked at the town. Eyes full of memories. At this time, Blake was holding on to the wall. Standing aside, calming his raging stomach.
Why is Apparition so painful? Blake thought. Maybe it's the same reason why some Muggles get motion sickness? "Professor Dumbledore!" A strange middle-aged man walked over quickly. "Mr. Pierre." Mr. Pierre excitedly shook Dumbledore's hand. "We have done what you asked us to do. Here is the key." M. Pierre produced a bunch of keys. Passed it to Dumbledore. "Thank you very much, Mr. Pierre. You are still as capable as ever." "Thank you for the compliment! Professor Dumbledore... If you need help next time, remember to come to me again!" Mr. Pierre left excitedly. All he could see was Dumbledore. He didn't even glance at Blake. "That gentleman must be your top fanboy, right?" "It's... what the Muggles call a super fan." After Blake recovered. He came over carrying a suitcase.
"Ah... maybe he just likes some of the ways I do things." "Can't really be considered... uh... a fan." Dumbledore said modestly. "Okay, the new home has been arranged." Dumbledore waved the key in his hand. "To be exact. This is my ancestral home... but I haven't been back since... for a long time." "So I guess I'll leave it to Mr. Pierre and his team to give me a good refurbishment." Dumbledore's ancestral home is located on the edge of town. It is a small two-story detached house. In front of the house is a small deserted garden. Behind it is a lush hill. It can basically be said to be built on the mountain. Seeing the woods, Blake breathed in the fragrance of the grass and trees with intoxication. "That's great! Big Bear can stay there on weekdays." "Well... and the little garden out front... I think I could grow lots of interesting plants there!" Blake loved this place. At least, here, he can grow some weird plants without worrying about it. Go unnoticed. After all, this is a gathering place where half wizards and half Muggles live. However, most wizards' homes are equipped with Muggle-repelling spells. They rarely found strange places in wizards' homes. Even if I found something weird. It would also be considered haunted... As for the lush green hills behind... I heard from Dumbledore that all that area belongs to the Dumbledore family? Blake wondered where his magical creatures should be hidden in the future! Put your luggage away. Then let Big Bear out.
QQ search skirt 850296501 Black began to look at Dumbledore eagerly. You can slowly get familiar with your new home. But Diagon Alley... He wants to go now! "Well... I wanted to take you to meet the neighbors around here." "But, since you want to go to Diagon Alley now..." …… After experiencing an apparition. Blake doesn't feel so bad now. Dumbledore did not take him to the Leaky Cauldron. Instead, he Apparated directly to the entrance of Diagon Alley. After Blake got used to the dizziness of Apparition. I looked around this legendary Diagon Alley curiously. Blake found himself standing on a cobbled street. Behind him was a brick wall. The one behind the wall should be the Leaky Cauldron. Soft sunlight shone on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. There was a sign hanging above the crucible. "Copper - brass...all models, automatic stirring, foldable..." Blake pointed to the cauldron and asked, "What is this?" "This is a crucible. It's used to brew potions." Dumbledore patiently explained to Black. "Oh... can it be used to cook hot pot?" Dumbledore smiled and replied, "Well... I think it should be possible." "In fact, I didn't do that." "I guess no one has done this before." "But we can try it ourselves when we get back."
…… Diagon Alley can actually be said to be the central commercial district for British wizards. It was much wider than Blake had imagined, and there were many shops. However, it is such a wide street. It was almost packed with people! Crowded! "Let's go. I think... you are most interested in getting a magic wand." "Isn't it?" Black followed Dumbledore. I stepped onto the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley for the first time. He followed Dumbledore and kept looking around at the shops. All kinds of weird shops. There are so many things in Blake that I don’t know what they are selling. Of course, to fit the image of a Muggle-born child. As they walked, Blake asked questions. Although his question seemed a bit strange. such as: "Dragon liver, sixteen siekes an ounce? How many pounds is a sieke worth? Can this dragon liver be fried and eaten?" "Why are they gathered around a broom? Don't they have a broom to sweep the floor at home?" …… However, Dumbledore still patiently answered Black's various questions. Soon, they arrived at their destination. This store compares to other stores. It looks small and shabby. The gold sign on the door has peeled off. It's written on it. "Olivanders: Crafting Fine Wands Since 382 BC". In the shop window.
A solitary wand sat on the faded purple cushions. "Come in," said Dumbledore, smiling. Black followed Dumbledore into the shop expectantly. But, just after they walked in. A little girl in a green skirt appeared not far away. She has long, smooth, flowing blonde hair.
