The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

With the iconic platinum blonde hair color and arrogant demeanor, Xiao Er could guess with his toes who was coming.

His eyes turned cold, and he remembered that in those invalid contracts, the Malfoy family also had a share. Luckily, Cisa is still from the Black family, not to mention himself, Sirius is not dead yet, this elbow has gone to outer space, although Knowing that everyone has different positions, but Xiao Er is not a saint, so it is natural to be unhappy.

He didn't intend to come forward to recognize relatives, and he was not in a hurry to settle some accounts.

"Hey, kid, are you going to Hogwarts too?"

Xiao Er wanted to concentrate on reading the book's strength, but he still came to the door automatically when he was troubled, and looked up at Draco who was standing on the bench.

The Malfoys had already gone out, and only Draco, the cheap cousin, was left at the moment, and the other party continued to drag his tone.

"Ask you? Could it be a mute? Noble Malfoy asked, it's your honor to answer me."

Shaw felt that Draco was simply mentally retarded, and ignored the spoiled little kid.

Seeing that the black-haired boy was still ignoring him, Draco's temper also came up, so he jumped off the stool and walked in front of Shaw, with his little chin raised high, ready to continue asking about "talking up".

But at the next moment, dozens of golden cards appeared out of thin air around the black-haired boy, illuminating the shop in a brilliant light, and the group of cards swirled and flew up and down, which shocked Draco a lot.

Then those cards flew towards Draco, and he couldn't help backing up when they hit him. Draco fell to the ground in horror, and the cards crackled and exploded on top of his head again.

Xiao Er just wanted to scare the opponent, and the power of the birds was well controlled by him.

"Ah, ah! Don't come here!"

"I'm going to tell my dad, you're finished, I'm going to put you in Azkaban, woohoo."

Draco yelled in a crying voice, his combed back hair was also in a mess, and the platinum hair was still standing on end by the electric arc inside and outside the spell.

Draco's tears are also falling down at this moment, his image is very funny, and his aristocratic temperament is gone.

"Oh my god, casting spells without a sound or a staff, is this a freshman of this year's class?"

Just then, a giant and a thin boy walked in the door, it was Hagrid and Harry.

Seeing that no one answered him, Hagrid was a little embarrassed, and Harry was shocked by the flock of birds just now, so he couldn't help asking Hagrid.

"What is silent and wand-casting?"

Hagrid scratched his head.

"Harry, that's a very powerful way of casting spells. Most adults can't do this step. That boy reading the book is really amazing."

"cool!"

"Harry, your talent is also very good. If you study hard after entering school, you will definitely be able to do it."

Hagrid called Madam Malkin to measure Harry's body, and then went out to help Harry buy other school supplies.

Mrs. Malkin comforted Draco for a while, and Harry kept looking at Shaw in the corner and Draco who was still mumbling "I want my dad to clean you up".

After Mrs. Malkin measured Harry's body size, he went backstage to work. Today's business is really good.

Xiao Er naturally saw Harry Potter, but he still had the same attitude as before, and didn't want to make friends.

The next moment.

"Ding, release the main task, snatch the reputation of the savior (first ring): prevent the Dark Lord who parasites Quirrell from stealing the Philosopher's Stone, task reward: 1 level 1 faith points and a little legendary value."

Xiao Er was stunned, the dog system is a real dog.

This is to make him and Harry Potter involuntary!

However, the rewards are still very rich, especially the legendary value is very exciting.

After thinking about it carefully, I don't need to keep an eye on the direction of the plot all the time, and I can cut it off by intervening at critical moments.

But even if there was a mission, Xiao Er didn't have the intention to intervene immediately, and his strength was not enough, so he still had to take his time if he wanted to cut off.

"Are you Harry Potter?"

As if forgetting the lesson just now, Draco, who had calmed down, asked Harry again in a slow tone.

Harry is still a timid boy, and he replied weakly, pulling at the hem of his clothes.

"Yes."

Excitement flashed in Draco's eyes, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand, raised his head slightly, and said in a low tone.

"Hi, I'm noble Malfoy, you can call me Draco, I think we can be friends."

Harry was a little overwhelmed, but shook Draco's hand politely.

Draco turned his head to look at Shaw again, wanting to show off that he had made the Boy Who Lived a friend, but he didn't dare to say anything after his lips muttered a few times.

However, as the heir of a pure-blooded family, he still knows that he can cast spells silently and without a stick, after all, he has never seen his father cast spells before.

So Draco still wanted to make friends with a talent like Shaw, after all, his father had taught him the benefits of meeting strong people.

At this moment, Mrs. Malkin opened the curtain, and said to Xiao Er with a flattering expression.

"Master Blake, your custom-made clothes and school uniform are ready, as well as the elf's butler uniform. Sincerely 300 Galleons."

Xiao Er closed the book and put it in the ring, got up and took a push of clothes, put more than ten pieces of clothes into the ring, and then readily paid.

This scene stunned the two boys next to him. Even if Draco belonged to the Malfoy family, he wouldn't have much money at his disposal.

Draco, who was stunned again, suddenly thought of something and asked stammeringly.

"You, you belong to the Black family? Why haven't I heard of it."

Shaw looked joking, turned his head and reached out to pat Draco on the shoulder.

"Little cousin, there are many things you don't know. By the way, say hello to Aunt Narcissa for me."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Er walked out the door gracefully.

Harry felt that Shaw's temperament and demeanor were really handsome.

"So, Draco, are you related to that boy?"

Draco recovered slowly.

"Well, if his surname is Black, then he is indeed my cousin, but isn't the Black family without an heir? How come there is such a powerful guy suddenly?"

"Are all children from pure-blood families this powerful?"

"Ahem, this, this, of course, I am also very good, well, you are not bad, you are the one who defeated the Dark Lord."

Draco said a little unsurely.

He would not be in the mood to chat with the savior at this moment. After picking up the clothes from Mrs. Malkin, he hurried to find his parents, and he wanted to tell them the news as soon as possible.

And Harry suddenly felt a little unconfident. After he came to Diagon Alley, everyone was amazed at his identity, which made him a little bit smug. After all, the environment in which he grew up made him feel a little inferior.

But now I know, is this the real boy genius?

Chapter 8 The Auror Attack

After Shaw went out, he came to the arms store in Diagon Alley alone.

Ollivander's shop was small and shabby, with broken doors that creaked in the breeze and gold letters peeling off the door.

It reads: Ollivander: Fine Wands Since 380 BC.

In a dusty window, a wand stood alone on a dusty purple cushion.

Xiao Er pushed the door and entered, and there were bursts of ding ding sounds in the room. Before he could observe the small shop full of long and narrow boxes, an old man sitting on a suspended chair floated out mysteriously.

The old man was very scruffy, with long gray hair in a mess, but a pair of silver pupils were very energetic, he asked in a soft voice.

"Good morning, sir, are you a freshman heading to Hogwarts?"

"Oh, black hair and black pupils, black purity, you are the little guy of the Black family, right? For more than twenty years, Black finally has another freshman going to Hogwarts to go to school."

Ollivander was talking to himself, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

Xiao Er couldn't help admiring him, his memory was really good, and the opponent's temperament was full of magic.

"Hello, sir, I'm Shaw Black, and I need to buy a wand."

"Yes, the wand chooses the wizard, and every wizard also needs a companion that will accompany him for life."

Ollivander pulled out a tape measure.

"Which arm do you use?"

"Right hand."

OK, put your arms up. "

Xiao Er looked at the test paper to measure the arms, shoulders, buttocks, thighs and other parts successively, and he was very puzzled.

Thinking that he is a professional, Xiao Er didn't ask any questions, and in the short video he watched before, this kind of operation seemed to predict how tall a freshman would grow in the future, so as to match the length of the magic wand that can last a lifetime.

It's unscientific, but magical.

Then Ollivander returned to the shelf, selected a long box from it, opened it carefully and said.

"The combination of holly and unicorns symbolizes purity and nobility. Eleven point two inches. I think it should be very suitable for you. You can wave it lightly."

Shaw took out his wand from the long case, and before he could flick it, Ollivander snatched it.

"No, no, I heard the howling of the wand, it seems that you are a picky little guy."

Xiao Er was speechless, and Ollivander bowed his head and pondered for a while, then returned to the shelf to fetch a long box.

"Ebony wood, the core of the dragon's heartstring, twelve inches, the person who uses him is tough, ambitious, and powerful. Try it."

Shaw didn't want to complain about Ollivander's comments, so he reached out to take the wand and waved it lightly, a purple light exploded on the tip of the wand, and the wand began to break inch by inch the next moment.

"Oh! No! What did you do! You killed it!"

Xiao Erhao said arrogantly. (Some people read novels and don’t read their resumes? The protagonist is an ordinary person, who has been poor for a long time in the early stage and becomes rich. It is reasonable to be a little bit drifty, and a little bit horizontal. The real aristocratic temperament is cultivated, not taken for granted! You have to give time to grow OK no.)

"How much, I'll pay! Let's just say if you have a wand suitable for me, and you don't need to take it out normally."

After Xiao Er finished speaking, he felt that he was a little drifting, but this feeling was really good, and he didn't plan to change it. He had been poor for so long and had a dream long ago. When he was rich, he would buy double servings of ice cream. Throw away one piece, as for the elegance of nobility, no one is born with it, you have to develop it slowly.

"Who said this is average? I am all fine."

Ollivander was heartbroken, but his puzzled and dignified expression was even more serious. He had a lot of knowledge, and he also saw that Shaw's magical power was extraordinary, even with thunder.

"My Ollivander family has a long heritage, so how could I not have a wand suitable for you."

Ollivander went back to the depths of the shelf again angrily, and came out after a long time. This time, he obviously picked up the bottom of the library.