"You mean, there is something wrong with Weston's Patronus?" Dumbledore pondered for a while, looked at the two little ones standing in front of the table, and slowly spoke.
"Yes, Mr. Headmaster, although I am only over three hundred years old, I swear that no one has ever seen this kind of patron saint. It is not found in any information or rumors!" Flitwick said in a high-pitched voice.
Said.
Weston looked at the two people communicating and felt depressed for a while. What kind of development is this? People have traveled through time and space, and here I am, one step at a time. I am so unlucky that I can even start a live broadcast.
Looking at the depressed Weston, Dumbledore suddenly felt interested. Of course, it was possible that he was being sinister. He looked at Weston and suddenly asked: "How did you think of it? Dracula
Mr. Er?”
It’s that title again! Weston’s face turned dark and he said angrily: “How do I know? You are so much better than me, and you don’t even know it, so will I know it?”
Dumbledore smiled heartily: "Haha, kid, no one is omniscient, and I am just an old man who has lived longer than you! Maybe your ideas can give me some inspiration?"
Weston rolled his eyes and complained: "I still need inspiration to ask a question, but you are enough! Isn't it just a patron saint? Who stipulated that this thing must be an animal!"
Huh? Dumbledore was stunned, as was Flitwick. The two looked at each other and discovered some problems.
Yes, who said that the patron saint must be an animal? It can’t be a plant or a human being?
Dumbledore smiled and said to Flitwick: "It seems that we are really old and we no longer have the courage to break the rules!"
Flitwick nodded in agreement, and then quickly retorted: "You are old, Albus, I am still young! I am only over three hundred years old!"
Yes, yes, you are immortal, you are powerful, you have fairy blood, you can't be offended, you can't be offended! Weston felt hurt in his heart, these big guys are really powerful, one is more than 200 years old, and the other is more than 300 years old, how can this world
Doesn’t it cost money for my whole life? Could it be that I will be like this in the future?
Weston couldn't help but have a little fantasy, and he couldn't help but have a silly smile on his lips.
Also, no one would refuse to live longer, right?
Looking at someone who had entered a certain state, Flitwick felt a little confused. He glanced at Weston questioningly and then at Dumbledore. Dumbledore shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, indicating that he did not
Know.
Fortunately, Weston woke up quickly. Looking at the probing gazes of the two people, he couldn't help but blush, and forcibly changed the subject: "When will you take me to buy a wand?"
Yes, the wand in Weston's hand now is not his own, but Dumbledore's wand when he was young. Dumbledore said, let him use this wand first, and wait until he learns the first magic.
Take him to buy his own wand.
"You can do it anytime you want!" Dumbledore blinked, "Do you want me to go with you? Oh, this is an old man and his poor curiosity. I wonder if Mr. Weston is willing to satisfy him?
"
Are all Gryffindors this shameless? Weston really wanted to ignore someone's words, but unfortunately, he knew this was impossible.
Dumbledore's desire for control is still quite strong. Even if he knows that Weston will not become a dark wizard, he cannot relax enough, so...
Weston sighed and waved his hand: "Don't ask me, I will refuse if you ask me again!"
Seeing Weston's helpless look, Flitwick chuckled: "Why, don't you want us to follow?"
"Too many people will think that I am still a child! I am no longer young!" Weston spread his hands and sighed again helplessly.
"Oh? Aren't you a child?" Dumbledore asked in surprise.
"That's what depresses me the most!" Weston glared at him, "I'm really young!"
"Then accept your fate!" Flitwick said.
"Okay, you are right!" Weston nodded, and then sighed again.
Looking at the look of little Weston, Dumbledore and Flitwick both laughed, and for a moment, the office was filled with a happy atmosphere.
...
"Hold on to me, kid! No matter what happens, don't let go!" Dumbledore nodded and looked at Weston, who was holding his arm tightly, and reminded him again.
Weston swallowed, nodded, and looked at him expectantly.
"Then, let's go!" Dumbledore said, nodded to Flitwick, and with a snap of his fingers, the two of them disappeared in place.
Weston felt that the air around him suddenly turned into a rubber tube, squeezing him in, and then fell rapidly like a roller coaster, moving forward...
When he felt his feet hit the ground again, a feeling of dizziness suddenly came to his head, but it was much better than before.
Maybe, this is just because you are used to being dizzy? Weston thought with some self-deprecation.
"We're here!" Dumbledore's voice came to his ears, "By the way, welcome to Diagon Alley!"
"It should be a welcome back to Diagon Alley!" Weston replied casually while looking back and forth at the surrounding scenery.
Dumbledore slapped his forehead: "Ah, yes, I almost forgot, you lived in Diagon Alley before!"
"That's right!" Weston would respond casually. At this time, his eyes had been attracted by the various wonderful sights in Diagon Alley. Although he had seen it more than once, every time he saw it, he would be amazed.
A heartfelt sigh.
Magic, what a magical thing!
All kinds of passers-by, simple and clean streets, plaques that look like three-dimensional projections, gorgeous and colorful magic lights. Negotiations, noises, shouts, screams...
Although it occupies the word "lane", it is more prosperous and spacious than most streets!
Weston felt that his eyes were a little tired, and he looked at this scene greedily. Suddenly, he noticed a corner - the corner between Madam Malkin's Clothing Store and Weston's Secondhand Bookstore.
An empty black bowl was placed there, with a narrow gap behind it. Even with his size, he had to turn sideways to get in.
Yes, this is my original "home"!
Weston let go of Dumbledore's hand and walked gently here, stroking the wall, his eyes full of nostalgia and sadness.
This is your starting point!
A big hand suddenly fell on his head, messing up his combed hair again, and a slow and powerful voice came over: "People should not stop because of the past, but should run because of the future.
!What do you think?"
Weston sniffed and found that after he became smaller, his tear ducts had become much more developed.
"You're right!" He suddenly showed a big smile, "For the first time, I feel that you are indeed a principal!"
"This is the first time I think you are a child!" Dumbledore winked mischievously.
Weston's face turned dark: "I have grown up! Please don't call me a child!"
"Okay, okay!" Dumbledore laughed and touched his head again.
How shameless! Weston glared at him and walked towards Ollivander's Wand Shop without looking back.
At this moment, Flitwick was at the entrance of the wand shop, quietly waiting for their arrival...