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0047 Grow up in youth, decline in growth

 "Emma, ​​it's me." Aini was wandering on the streets of London holding up his mobile phone. Hogwarts entered exam week, which made him feel free.

Also free is Bill Weasley. The Transfiguration and Charms exams for all grades are handled by Professors Flitwick and McGonagall. They ended the school year early.

Without his brothers waiting at school, Bill rushed back to the Burrow early this morning. When he said goodbye, Aini seemed to see his sister's smile.

After watching Bill leave, Ani came to London from Hogsmeade. Speaking of which, technology is indeed much more convenient than magic in some places, such as communication.

In 1985, mobile phones began to emerge in the UK. In just 7 years, this thing was no longer a rarity.

Compared to the owl flying around in the sky, Aini can instantly connect to Africa with just a few clicks.

"Thanks for calling me. I almost forgot I had a boss."

After the call was connected, strong resentment came straight away accompanied by the roar of the motor. No one who was thrown into the barren land of Africa in mid-June would have a good temper.

"The main reason is that the executive officer is so good that she makes the boss look a bit redundant."

"Come on, don't try to trick me again with this trick." Ms. Cape said that your trick of tricking people is too old and she will not accept it now.

"How is the situation in the UK?" Fortunately, Cappe just complained out of habit. She liked the feeling of being fully trusted. She wouldn't be able to get along with a boss who had to have a hand in everything.

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"Don't worry, there won't be any big trouble with Dumbledore here. How about you over there? In Ouagadou Valley?"

"I was there yesterday. It was a complete mess. Just last week the Muggle Prime Minister reorganized the government. The chaos in the Ministry of Magic here is even worse than that of the Muggles. They can't even do anything about the runes.

Lord, all resources are controlled by seven wizard families."

Obviously, in Capet's impression, Burkina Faso is really terrible, especially with the weather in June. Even with the magic cooling, I feel waves of heat coming from the bottom of my heart.

"Thank you for your hard work. I may have some problems here next year, and the rune snake will be of great use. Thank you, Emma."

"Boss, I still recommend that you leave the UK temporarily."

Aini laughed and rejected the female subordinate’s kindness.

If the situation was really urgent, maybe he would really choose to protect himself wisely, but the intensity of the conflict would not be high before Voldemort was truly resurrected.

Unless Voldemort himself ends in a few years, Peter, Crouch Jr. and his like won't be able to cause big trouble.

The only one with an overwhelming advantage in ability will not pose a threat once the Runes are in place.

The thought of two huge vertical pupils appearing in front of Aini's eyes, a basilisk that has traveled across thousands of years, is really tempting.

"Suck!"

After taking a sip of the overflowing saliva, Ani encouraged Cappe a few more words and then hung up the phone.

It seems that I have to go to Africa during the summer vacation. Why am I running out of time before the vacation comes?

Taking the alfalfa for the unicorns, Ani entered Diagon Alley through the Leaky Cauldron. He had to go find Mrs. Witt.

There is no way, this is a happy worry that every growing child has.

The trouble is that the clothes I liked before have become too small to wear, but the happiness is that I have a legitimate reason to buy new clothes!

Aini doesn't have any extra requirements for dressing up. He can't dress up like a peacock with its tail spread like Lockhart.

"Mrs. Witt, can I borrow the fireplace?" After the landlady finished taking the measurements, Aini was ready to leave.

"Of course, baby." Witte likes this child that he can say he grew up with. Almost all of Aini's clothes have been tailor-made by Mrs. Witte since she was a child.

"It seems that you are doing well at Hogwarts this year. The size of your clothes is one and a half sizes larger than what I budgeted for. This is really a happy thing. Aini, I have known since I was a child that you will definitely grow up.

Great guy."

"Thank you, goodbye, Mrs. Witt." There was a blue bag hanging on the fireplace. After saying goodbye to Mrs. Witt, Ani grabbed a small handful of Floo powder from it...

"Wait a minute, Ani!" Seeing that he hadn't spilled the Floo powder yet, the landlady quickly called him.

"Are you going back to Hogwarts?"

After getting Aini's affirmative reply, Mrs. Witte took out a pocket.

"Can you help me deliver this to the Pig's Head Bar? By the way, tell Aberforth that I won't take this order next year."

Aberforth custom-makes a set of women's dresses from Tuofan Clothing Store every year, and has almost a hundred pieces so far.

It is as if the deceased girl is still growing in the hands of the two store managers, like a flower blooming. Every time you wave the scissors, every time you pull the thread, the proud flower blooms even more.

Under the skillful hands of the two master tailors, the flowers shook off the dew, washed away the lead, and just moved forward step by step every year.

From youth to maturity, the best years are revealed wantonly, those times that she should have had but were suddenly broken.

Compared with Mrs. Witt, the previous store manager was undoubtedly lucky. Ariana's body grew in her hands and became more charming with each passing year.

But this year is already the 92nd dress made for Ariana by Tuofan Clothing Store. Even a wizard can only delay his own aging, but he cannot prevent it.

Since thirty-five years ago, Mrs. Witte began to unconsciously make adjustments when sewing this special dress.

Just like the natural growth of a girl, they once made her more and more mature and perfect, but from then on, Ariana, who grew up in the hands of the extraordinary clothing store manager, began to grow old.

When handing over the dress, Ariana seemed to walk past Mrs. Witt's eyes.

Her body was a little stooped, and her back looked even thinner when she left alone.

Mrs. Witt no longer dared to let her wear a backless dress for fear of seeing Ariana's tarnished skin in her mind.

She is afraid to continue acting.

When she first took over this business from the old store manager, she just thought it was novel and interesting.

But today, she has invested so much energy in this girl that she has developed an emotional resonance. The girl has successfully entered her heart from a fantasy that she once thought was ridiculous, and turned into an obsession.

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She was afraid that Ariana would suddenly die from "hands" one day...

She wanted to end the business and stop Ariana's time.

But if it ends here, then it is not a kind of death without an ending.

Seeing Ernie stepping into the fireplace, Mrs. Witt couldn't help shouting: "Forget those words, Ernie. Just bring the dress to Aberforth, there is no need to say anything to him."

As soon as the words fell, Ani had disappeared into the fireplace.

Mrs. Witte didn't know if Aini heard her last instructions. She slid down on the sofa in despair. For a moment, she seemed to have lost all her strength and just wanted to wander softly in the clouds.


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