London, Diagon Alley, outside Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.
"...Let father and mother reconcile with Uncle Black?"
Draco Malfoy looked at Elena with a blank expression and repeated it in confusion.
Just a moment ago, he had even secretly made up his mind. Even if he needed to study dangerous black magic and become a sharp blade in the shadow of elder sister Elena, as long as he could get his parents out of the control of the Dark Lord, he could do anything.
Do.
"Yes, if you can do this, it means you are qualified to welcome the magical world."
Seeing the stunned expression on Draco's face, the third-generation Dark Lord couldn't help but smile.
"Draco, do you know why Tom Riddle failed? As a wizard, he took the wrong path from the beginning. Magic has never existed for the pursuit of power - if Voldemort has anything to do with it,
I don’t understand, that’s the thing, his magic is just witchcraft, it can’t 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, shook her head with a smile, and said meaningfully.
"This is a good question, but I don't intend to tell you the answer directly. I can't tell you the answer today, and I won't be able to do it in the future. One day you will understand... In view of this diary, I can give you a little hint, recall
Let’s look at what Professor Apokalis said in his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class... Now, it’s time for you to go home..."
As she spoke, Elena pursed her lips and smiled, raised her right hand and lightly snapped her fingers.
"Strive to grow up, Mr. Malfoy... I look forward to the day when I meet you on the bridge of the Hyperion."
Accompanied by a sound like a bubble bursting, the light and shadow in a small space next to the window of Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore flickered, gradually revealing the figures of Elena and Draco, and the noisy flow of people in the surrounding streets.
It seemed like it was suddenly close.
At the same time, a heavy metal badge fell into Malfoy's palm.
"The Hyperion? What is that? Hey, what is that..."
Draco Malfoy was stunned and didn't even notice the change in Elena's name for him.
However, before Malfoy could finish his words, the elf-like figure had already shattered in the afternoon sunlight, and appeared like a firefly in the midsummer night sky at the checkout counter of Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore more than ten meters away.
Next to the girl.
Judging from the expressions of the surrounding passers-by, it was obvious that no one had noticed the previous conversation that took place in this corner.
If it weren't for the diary that disappeared from his hand, the mysterious metal badge that suddenly appeared, and the faint scent that lingered in the air, Draco Malfoy almost thought that everything before was just his imagination.
Judging from the performance of Elina's eldest sister, this "secret meeting" should be over.
only……
Draco Malfoy shook the metal badge in his hand, raised his head and looked at Elena who was having an intimate conversation with a strange little witch not far away. He was not sure whether he should leave like this or go up and ask.
A clear one.
"Hey! Come to your senses, new guy——"
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears, which startled him.
A strange young red-haired wizard stood in front of him at some point. He was tall, with long hair tied into a ponytail behind his head, and an earring on his ear, with a small hanging on it.
Something like a fan.
All in all, no matter how you look at it - a very "cool" wizard.
Draco Malfoy noticed that in the red-haired wizard's left breast pocket, which was covered with various decorations, there was a metal plate similar to the badge in his hand, but the content on it was slightly different.
The red-haired wizard looked at the metal plate in Malfoy's hand, raised his eyebrows curiously, then straightened his expression, straightened his back and stretched out his right hand towards Draco Malfoy, and said solemnly
.
"Introduce yourself, Bill Weasley, B-level personnel, your guide. In the next period of time, I will be responsible for all questions and onboarding guidance and tasks. As for the formal explanation and Q&A...
Bill Weasley raised his head and glanced behind Malfoy, curling his lips playfully.
"Obviously, now is not a suitable time. See you on the train tomorrow—"
"But...Mr. Weasley, I-"
Draco Malfoy frowned and was about to continue asking a few questions.
"Draco! Where did you run to before? And, you, stay away from my son!"
Draco was shocked when he saw Lucius Malfoy walking over angrily, putting a hand on his shoulder and pulling him away from Bill Weasley, with a look on his face.
A trace of obvious rejection and disgust.
At the same time, the warm smile on Bill Weasley's face gradually disappeared and turned into a hint of sarcasm.
"Dad!" Draco was startled and said in a panic, "I just want to find a book in the bookstore...it's nothing..."
"Draco, be quiet! I will talk about you later!"
Lucius Malfoy glanced at his son, flapped his nostrils, and puffed out.
"Wait...I remember you...the eldest son of the Weasley family..."
Lucius Malfoy paused, looked up and down at the red-haired wizard in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and spoke slowly and coldly in his usual, slightly arrogant tone.
"No matter what you plan to do, I advise you to stay away from my son——"
"Of course, I will remember your advice... Well, good-bye, Mr. Malfoy."
Bill Weasley nodded politely and grinned at Draco Malfoy.
Then, without saying anything, Bill Weasley turned around and walked straight into the crowd of people in Diagon Alley.
As one of the wizards of this generation invited to return to Hogwarts for "further studies", he has plenty of time to familiarize the newcomers with the organization. There is no need to waste time in unnecessary verbal disputes with Lucius Malfoy.
.
"Huh, Draco - don't have any contact with the Weasley family in the future, I've told you several times before -"
Lucius Malfoy said, his pale eyes turned and fell on Draco.
"This family of scum in the wizarding world has almost fallen to the extreme. I don't want the Malfoy family to have the same disgrace as Sirius. After half the summer, I think you have seen how dilapidated the Black family has become."
"Don't worry, Dad, I won't let that happen..."
Although it is not yet clear how vast the world behind Elena's eldest sister is, one thing is certain from the decline of the Black family. Whether it is to follow Voldemort or to 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 in a serious tone.
"Absolutely, absolutely not!"
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At the same time, the Malfoys and his son were out of sight.
With the help of the fairies Douglas and Elena, Irina Ivanovich finally placed the large pile of books neatly in her newly bought crucible, and followed the flow of people while holding the increasingly heavy trolley.
Walked out of Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore.
"Books, potions, clothes, instruments..."
Standing on the street next to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, Elena checked Irina's list carefully.
"Then all that's left is your wand - well, that's right! I almost forgot. Speaking of which... I also specially prepared a small gift for you about the wand, as a gift to the first Hogwarts
Special options for special admissions——"
Irina waved her hand awkwardly.
"No, I actually—"
"Don't refuse in a hurry. That's it. I'm going to lend you a wand for the time being. It's an old wand. If nothing else, it won't be that easy to use, and you won't be able to fully utilize your talent. If you go to Ollivander's
If you go to a wand shop, you will definitely be able to find a wand that is more suitable for you and will be yours forever."
"Eh?!"
Irina was stunned for a moment and looked at Elena with confusion on her face.
Wand - This is the most important and precious companion of every wizard. To a certain extent, every wand sold in the wizarding world is almost equivalent to a part of a wizard's life.
"I know you must have a lot of doubts now, please listen to me first..."
Elena said softly while pushing the trolley, "I already know part of the situation at your home from Mr. Newt Scamander - if I conceal it for the time being, or leave out "Ivanovi
"With this surname, you can start a new life at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with your talent, knowledge, and hard work."
"Elena, I don't understand what you mean..."
Irina stuttered a little, sounding a bit like Professor Quirrell before.
"Selena, Selena Crummin. What do you think of this name?"
Elena's voice became a little softer, with a hint of 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. Gringotts Wizarding Bank will also help you change all the information - Russian
During the translation process into English, slight deviations may occur, which is normal."
While they were talking, they had already arrived in front of a small and shabby store.
The gold-lettered signboard on the door of the store was re-framed, and it read: [Ollivanders: Making exquisite wands since 382 BC]. However, the dusty door frame still made the entire store visible.
It looks shabby and old.
In the dusty window, a solitary wand sat on a faded purple cushion.
"This is the legendary best wand shop in the UK. The contemporary Mr. Ollivander can be said to be one of the top wand craftsmen in the world today. You only need to step into this wand shop and you can have a wand that matches yours."
A new wand that fits perfectly."
Elena slowly stopped, pointed to the "Ollivander's Wand Shop" a few meters away, and said softly.
"or……"
As Elena spoke, she took out a long and narrow paper box from the inner pocket of her robe.
"You can choose to continue to bear the name 'Ivanovich', use this less convenient wand, and defeat and subdue those peers who are no weaker than you in the thorny Hogwarts.
Become a great witch."
"Of course, if you can complete some small tests, then I can lend it to you permanently."
In the carton, lying quietly, was a jet black magic wand made of biotite glass. It was covered with all kinds of scratches and wear. It looked like it had been used for a long time and had experienced a lot of intense violence.
to fight.
"this--"
When her sight touched the box in Elena's hand, Irina Ivanovich seemed to have been pricked by a needle and made a strange cry like a small animal. The girl covered her mouth and stared at Elena's hand.
of that magic wand.
For Irina, this wand is too familiar.
Among her best memories, she had seen her grandfather waving the magic wand countless times, directing the tea set to dance on the dining table in the living room at home, or conjuring up lively little animals in front of her, bright and colorful.
Flower group.
only……
"No way! It, grandpa - those people at the Ministry of Magic are not -"
"Oh, sure, it took a lot of work to get it out."
Elena shrugged and said casually.
"Fortunately, the Ministry of Magic of the Soviet Union has been disbanded, and the Russian Ministry of Magic officials who have just taken over this area are obviously much easier to talk to... It is definitely more cost-effective than leaving it in the cabinet of the Ministry of Magic to eat dust and earn some extra money to support the family.
Already."
"……grandfather."
Elena bit her lip and carefully took the wand from Elena's hand.
There is a shallow dent in the lower right corner of the wand near the end, which looks like the mark of some kind of rodent bite. That was when she was five years old, and she bit the wand intentionally because she was angry with her grandfather.
Mark of.
This is something that even her father doesn't know about. It's just a little secret between her and her grandfather.
"This is not Hogwarts. Hogwarts would not do such dangerous things."
Irina breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the corners of her eyes, carefully put the wand in her pocket, turned around and looked at the little white-haired devil standing next to her, took a deep breath,
A look of determination appeared on his face.
"In short... thank you. Ms. Elena Kaslana, although I don't know what you and the forces behind you hope to get, but grandpa once said that there will never be free gifts in this world. You have paid so much
A lot of thought and arrangements - then, what is the price? And what are the tests you mentioned?"
"What a surprise. Frankly speaking, I didn't expect you to be so - unique."
Elena raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at the little Russian witch in front of her with interest.
According to her original idea, she just wanted to put a reliable little catfish in Hogwarts. However, judging from the current situation, maybe she can consider cultivating a potential adjutant-whether it is Hercules.
Min, Hannah, and Luna, their personalities are a bit 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 she said meaningfully.
"Don't be impatient. First, accompany me on a date... on the Hyperion. Don't worry, Irina, we are not bad people. We just have some old rules in terms of ideas and styles.
It’s just not the same.”
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Russia, the other side of the world.
On the outskirts of St. Petersburg, Lomon Losov's house.
Old Lomonrosov sat on the sofa in the bedroom, looking at the very familiar room, imagining how he had arranged the furniture in the bedroom bit by bit, which furnishings had been updated, and which things had not changed.
.
As one of the last evacuees, he still had enough things to remember.
In the living room, a somewhat familiar voice came upstairs.
"Mr. Lomonrosov, it's almost time...it's time for you to set off!"
This is the wizard commissioner from the Tianming Group, who is responsible for the transfer of their group of old guys. These days, he and several other young guys have been helping their family handle their property and make arrangements.
Although the old wizard disguised himself very well, his appearance also changed a lot.
but……
From the second day after he arrived at this home, old Lomon Losov recognized his identity——
Decades ago, the fanatical follower of Gellert Grindelwald and the stalwart among the saints who had fought against him in the ruins of Moscow and St. Petersburg, Kurt Mai
you.
Old Lomonrosov took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and walked toward the living room downstairs with a cane. The dull pain began to appear in his chest again, and it had become worse and worse these days.
The more frequent it became, the worse his energy became.
The "Wizard's Sorrow" has almost completely spread, and there is not much time left for him.
If nothing else happens, he will be able to quarrel with Novat Ivanovich again soon.
And before that...
It's finally time for a showdown...
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