Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

London, Diagon Alley, outside Lihen Bookstore.

"... Make father and mother reconcile with Uncle Black?"

Draco Malfoy looked at Elena blankly, repeating it in confusion.

At the moment before, he even secretly made up his mind, even if he needs to study the dangerous dark magic and become a sharp blade in the shadow of Elina's head, as long as he can get his parents out of the control of the black devil, he can do anything. do.

"Yes, if you can do this, it means you have the qualifications to welcome the magical world."

Seeing the stunned expression on Draco's face, the third-generation Dark Lord couldn't help smiling.

"Draco, do you know why Tom Riddle failed? As a wizard, he went the wrong way from the beginning. Magic never exists for the pursuit of power-if Voldemort has something to do I don’t understand, that’s it. His spells are nothing more than witchcraft, and they cannot be called magic from beginning to end...

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

Draco Malfoy frowned.

Elena raised her eyebrows, smiled and shook her head, and said meaningfully.

"This is a good question, but I don’t intend to tell you the answer directly. I can’t today, and I can’t in the future. You will understand one day... In view of this diary, I can give you a little hint, memory What Professor Apocalis said in his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class... now, you should go home..."

While talking, Elena pursed her lips and smiled, raising her right hand and snapping a finger lightly.

"Try to grow up, Mr. Malfoy... I look forward to the day I meet you on the Huberian bridge."

With a sound like a bubble bursting, the light and shadow of a small space next to the window of Lihen Bookstore flickered, gradually showing the figures of Elena and Draco, and the noisy noise of people in the surrounding streets It seemed to be suddenly near.

At the same time, a heavy metal badge fell into Malfoy's palm.

[Hogwarts-Trainee Investigator-Draco Malfoy (Level D)]

"Huberian? What is that? Hey, what is this..."

Draco Malfoy was stunned, not even paying attention to the change in Elena's name for him.

However, before Malfoy could finish speaking, the elf-like figure had shattered in the afternoon sun, and appeared like a firefly in the midsummer night sky. It appeared at the cashier of Lihen Bookstore a dozen meters away. Next to the girl.

Judging from the expressions of the surrounding pedestrians, it is clear that no one noticed the conversation that took place in this corner before.

If it weren't for the disappearing diary, the mysterious metal badge that suddenly appeared, and the faint fragrance remaining in the air, Draco Malfoy almost thought that everything was his own illusion.

Judging from the performance of Sister Elena, this time the "secret joint" should be over.

only……

Draco Malfoy shook the metal badge in the handshake, raised his head and looked at Elena, who was talking intimately with a strange little witch not far away, not sure if he should just leave, or go up and ask. A clear.

"Hey! Recovered, newcomer—"

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in his ear, which shocked him.

An unfamiliar red-haired young wizard stood in front of him at some point. His tall, long hair was tied into a pony tail behind his head. He also had an earring on his ear with a small dangling from above. Something like a fan.

All in all, no matter how you look at it-a very "cool" wizard.

Draco Malfoy noticed that in the left breast pocket of the red-haired wizard, which was covered with various ornaments, there was a metal sign similar to the badge in his hand, except that the content was slightly different. The style is also different.

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

"Malfoy? Hey—"

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

"Introduce yourself, Bill Weasley, Class B personnel, your facilitator. In the next period of time, all questions, induction guidance, and tasks will be my responsibility. As for the formal explanations and answers...

Bill Weasley raised his head and glanced behind Malfoy, and curled his lips playfully.

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

"But... Mr. Weasley, I—"

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

"Draco! Where did you go before? And, you, stay away from my son!"

Draco was shocked suddenly, and saw Lucius Malfoy approaching angrily, putting a hand on his shoulder and pulling him away from Bill Weasley, his face hanging An obvious repulsion and disgust.

At the same time, the gentle smile on Bill Weasley's face gradually disappeared, turning into a touch of sarcasm.

"Dad!" Draco said in a panic, "I just want to find a book in the bookstore... nothing..."

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

Lucius Malfoy glanced at his son, flapped his nostrils, and said crudely.

"Wait... I remember you... the eldest son of the Weasleys..."

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

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

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

Bill Weasley nodded politely and grinned at Draco Malfoy.

Immediately afterwards, Bill Weasley said nothing, turned and walked straight into the crowd of Diagon Alley.

As one of the wizards who was invited back to Hogwarts for "research" in this session, he has a lot of time to bring newcomers to familiarize themselves with the organization, and there is no need to waste time arguing with Lucius Malfoy. .

"Huh, Draco-I will not spend time with the Weasleys. I have told you several times before -"

Lucius Malfoy said, his light eyes rolled and landed on Draco.

"This scum in the wizarding world has almost fallen to the extreme. I don't want the shame of Sirius in the Malfoy's house. After half a summer, I think you have seen what the breakdown of the Black house looks like."

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

Although I don't understand how vast the world is behind Elina's head, one thing can be determined 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 your parents to completely get rid of the shadow of the past, there is only one way-to eliminate it.

Draco Malfoy took a deep breath and repeated it seriously.

"Absolutely, absolutely not!"

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

With the help of the goblins Douglas and Elena, Irina Ivanovic finally put the large stack of books neatly in her newly bought cauldron, and supported the heavier trolley to follow the crowd. Walked out of Lihen Bookstore.

"Books, potions, clothes, equipment..."

Standing on the street on the side of Lihen Bookstore, Elena checked Irina's list carefully.

"Then your wand is left now—well, that's right! I almost forgot, and speaking of it... Regarding the wand, I specially prepared a small gift for you as a gift for the first Hogwarts Special options for special enrollment——"

Irina waved her hand awkwardly.

"No need, I actually—"

"Don't rush to refuse. That's it. I intend to lend you a magic wand for the time being, an old wand, if no accident, it should not be so easy to use, there is no way to fully display your talent. If you go to Ollivander At the magic wand shop, you can definitely find a magic wand that is more suitable for you than it, and one that will always belong to you alone.

"Eh?!"

Irina was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Elena with confusion.

Magic wand-this is the most important and precious partner of every wizard. To some extent, every wand sold in the magic world is almost equivalent to a part of the life of a wizard.

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

Elena said softly while pushing the trolley, "I have learned part of the situation in your home from Mr. Newt Scamander-if you temporarily conceal it, or leave it out." Ivanovic Qi "This surname, with your talent, knowledge, and hard work, can start a whole new life at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

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

Irina stammered, sounding a bit like Professor Quirrell before.

"Selena, Selena Klumin. What do you think of this name?"

Elena's voice became softer and softer, with a strange emotion in her tone.

"This is the new name and identity I prepared for you in advance. If you want, you can use this name to register your wand. The Gringotts Wizarding Bank will also help you change all the information-Russian In the process of translation into English, a slight deviation occurred, which is normal."

While they were talking, they had already arrived in front of a small and run-down shop.

The gold-letter sign on the store door was re-mounted, and it read: [Ollivander: Sophisticated wands have been made since 382 BC]. It's just that the gray door frame still makes the shop look shabby and old.

In the dusty shop window, a magic wand stood alone on the faded purple cushion.

"This is the legendary best wand shop in the UK. Contemporary Mr. Ollivander can be said to be one of the top wand craftsmen in the world. You only need to step into this wand shop and you can have a A new magic wand that fits perfectly."

Elena slowly stopped, pointed to the "Ollivander Wand Shop" a few meters away, and said softly.

"or……"

While talking, Elena took out a long and narrow paper box from the inner pocket of her robe.

"You can choose to continue to bear the surname'Ivanovich' and use this not-so-easy wand to defeat and subdue those of your age who are not weaker than you in Hogwarts, which is full of thorns. Become a great witch."

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

In the paper box, lying quietly is a black magic wand made of black marble glass, covered with various nicks and abrasions. It seems to have been used for a long time and has experienced a lot of intense To fight.

"This--"

When I saw the box in Elena’s hand, Irina Ivanovich seemed to have been pierced by a needle, and made a strange cry like a small beast. The girl covered her mouth and stared at Elena’s hand. The magic wand.

For Irina, this wand was too familiar.

In her best memories, she has seen grandpa waving this magic wand countless times, directing the tea set to dance on the dining table in the living room at home, or conjure up a lively little animal, brightly colored in front of her Flower ball.

only……

"Impossible! It, grandpa—the Ministry of Magic people are not—"

"Oh, indeed, it really took a lot of effort to get it out."

Elena shrugged and said casually.

"Fortunately, the Ministry of Magic and Interior of the Soviet Union was disbanded. The officials of the Russian Ministry of Magic who just took over are obviously much easier to talk about... Compared to putting them in the cabinet of the Ministry of Magic to eat ashes and earn some extra money to subsidize the household, it must be more cost-effective Up."

"……grandfather."

Irina bit her lip, and carefully took the wand from Elena.

In the lower right corner of the wand near the end, there is a shallow dent, which seems to be the mark of some kind of rodent bite-that was when she was five years old, because she was frustrated with her grandfather and deliberately bit the wand. Mark of.

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

"This is not Hogwarts. Hogwarts will not do such dangerous things."

Irina took a soft breath, wiped the corners of her eyes, carefully placed her wand in her close-fitting pocket, turned to look at the little white-haired devil standing next to her, and took a deep breath. A touch of perseverance appeared on his face.

"In short...Thank you. Ms. Elena Kaslana, although you and the forces behind you do not know what you and the forces behind you hope to get, Grandpa once said that there will never be free gifts in this world. You pay so Many thoughts and arrangements-then, what is the price? And, what are the trials in your mouth?"

"It's really amazing. Frankly speaking, I didn't expect you to be so-unique before."

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

According to her original idea, she only wanted to put a reliable little catfish in Hogwarts, but from the current situation, maybe she could consider cultivating a potential adjutant—whether it is Hegwarts Min, Hannah, Luna, their personalities are a little weaker after all, and they are more suitable to act as positive spokespersons in some sunny occasions.

"As for the price..."

Elena's eyes flashed and said meaningfully.

"Don't worry, let me go on a date... on the Huberian. Don't worry, Irina, we are not bad guys. We are just thinking and acting style, with some old rules. It's not much the same."

…………

Russia, the other side of the world.

Romon Losov’s house outside St. Petersburg.

The old Lomonosov sat on the sofa in the bedroom, looking at the very familiar room, and imagined how he arranged the furniture in the bedroom a little bit at the beginning, which furnishings have been updated, and which things have not changed. .

As the last group of evacuees, he still has enough things to remember.

In the living room, a familiar voice came upstairs.

"Mr. Lomonosov~www.wuxiaspot.com~ almost...you should go now!"

This is the wizard commissioner from the Destiny Group, who is responsible for the transfer of their group of old guys. These days, he and a few other young guys have been helping their family handle the property and make arrangements.

Although the old wizard has a good disguise, his appearance has changed a lot.

but……

From the second day he arrived at this home, the old Lomonosov recognized his identity——

Decades ago, in the ruins of Moscow, in the ruins of St. Petersburg, the fanatical follower of Gellert Grindelwald who fought with him, the **** of the saints, Kurt Mai You.

The old Romon Losov took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and walked towards the living room downstairs with his crutches, his chest began to show dull dull pain again, and it began to get more and more these days. The more frequently, his energy is getting worse.

"Witcher's Sorrow" has almost completely diffused, and there is not much time left for him.

If nothing else, he will soon be able to fight with Nova Ivanovich again.

And before that...

It's finally time for the showdown...

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