Chapter 371 Familiar Plot and Familiar People

"First-year freshmen are not allowed to bring broomsticks to school."

In Diagon Alley, Nelson squatted in front of Adele, carefully brushing the dust off the shoulders of her cloak. The little girl was very curious about everything here, and just ran wildly in the cauldron store for a while, knocking over a pile of The shelf with the crucible that has been accumulated for many years, although the person has nothing to do, has attracted ash.

At this moment, she was standing at the door of the Quidditch boutique store, looking at the exquisite brooms in the window, unwilling to leave.

"Just buy one if you can't," Walburga suggested. "We can take the broom into the school and give it to her when school starts."

Adele raised her head, staring at Nelson's big eyes and blinking non-stop. Nelson felt for the wallet in his pocket as if he had been cast with an Imperius Curse.

"Adele," Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder, gave him a disdainful look, and said softly with a "still have to let me" expression on his face, "you know why Nelson doesn't want you to ride?" A broom?"

Adele shook her head ignorantly.

"He can't ride a broom," said Tom seriously, "so he doesn't like to see other people ride brooms, because he will be jealous of it. Don't worry, I'll buy you a broom, the best one, and be in front of him every day." ride!"

"ah……"

"Okay, I'll take her to buy a broom." Tom dragged the little girl into the Quidditch shop and said, "You can go buy books first, Lihen Bookstore is diagonally opposite."

"Jingle Bell……"

The wind chime sounded at the door of the store, and Adele walked into the Quidditch boutique, looking at the dazzling array of broomsticks hanging on the wall, showing a longing expression, but she quickly grabbed Tom's robe, shook her head, He whispered, "I don't want it anymore."

"What?" Tom pretended to be deaf and dumb and continued to choose the brooms displayed in the showcase, pointing to the most classic one, the Silver Arrow, and said, "How about this one? It is said that many famous athletes will choose this Balance the silver arrow as the first broom in life."

"You have a good eye!" The clerk came out from behind the counter and complimented loudly, "Laura Andronicus, the famous Seeker for the Chudley Cannons... was the favorite broom before she retired. She She is also a female player with superb flying skills, this lovely little lady can also use this old silver arrow for outings on weekdays, she must be very cute when flying in the air in a red cape."

"Almost, that's because the Artillery Team is too poor." Tom waved his hand, not listening to his intention to sell, "First, get me the one signed by all the members of the Tornado Team that swept the seventh generation, in a gift box wrap up."

The clerk bid farewell politely, and left angrily. It seemed that the customer this time was a bit knowledgeable and not easy to deceive, but he soon became excited. The price of the signature model was much higher than this ordinary silver arrow. Months can make a lot of money again.

"Adele," Tom asked with a smile after the clerk left, "How about this Lunar Dream? It's the best-looking broom."

"I don't want it anymore." Adele's voice was a little louder, "I don't like flying very much, I just haven't seen it before."

While teasing Adele, Tom made a smug expression while she couldn't see his face.

"Oh? Why?" asked Tom aloud. "Don't you think it would be nice to fly around in front of Gnar on a broomstick? He has to stand on something to fly."

Adele shook her head and didn't speak. She was silent before waiting for the clerk to take out the wrapped broom. Tom teased her one after another. It's getting worse.

"Jingle Bell……"

The wind chime rang again, and this time it was Nelson who pushed the door open. He looked around the Quidditch shop first, and showed the same yearning gaze as Adele at the broom on the wall, but unlike most wizards, Nelson This life may only be the life of a fan.

"How did you choose? What did you choose? Comet or Sweep? I think Comet is very good, safe." It can be seen that this is still a brother.

"Adele is still struggling." Tom chuckled, "My evaluation is not as good as Moon Dream."

"It's not impossible, Moon Dream is indeed a beautiful broom."

"I really don't want it anymore." Adele ran out of the Quidditch boutique covering her ears helplessly. She even closed her eyes to avoid nostalgia.

"You bullied her?" Nelson raised his eyebrows.

"Haha," Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder, teasing, "She doesn't want to tear your scars, the kid's thoughts are so simple, just like Hagrid who went to Grimmauld Square in the dark."

"What?" Nelson didn't quite understand, so Tom had to explain it to him in detail. After listening to Tom's explanation, he smiled and shook his head, "You should be self-willed at this age, not to mention, Tom, you are What far-fetched reason? At Ilvermorny, if it wasn't for my studies, I would have been a Quidditch player."

"It's been three minutes since I've heard the story of Mr. Williams wreaking havoc on the Quidditch pitch. I feel like I've got ants crawling all over me."

Nelson smiled and punched Tom in the chest. At this time, the clerk who had just gone to pick up the goods from the warehouse arrived late holding a beautiful long wooden box.

"A gift for Minerva," shrugged Tom. "I think it should make her feel better."

"Hopefully," Nelson pondered for a moment, looked at the clerk who was paying at the counter, and took out a stack of long codes on the table, "Take a Lunar Dream, the one with the fairy pattern on it, and send it to Hogwarts after school starts." Hereby, the consignee is Nelson Williams."

"You are really a Quidditch master," Tom asked Nelson for a small silver ball, stuffed it into the gift box, and said teasingly, "When you buy a broom, you should choose the one that looks good."

Nelson shrugged noncommittally.

The two left the shop without hesitation, leaving behind the clerk with a happy face. Today, to him, he was as happy as picking up money.

A group of people were waiting for them outside the door, especially the tall Hagrid.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, it looks like we've got everything we need to buy, but our princess needs a wand and an owl."

"I'll take her to buy a wand." Nelson rubbed Adele's head. "I'll see you at the robe shop in half an hour. I think everyone needs new clothes."

He looked at the tall Hagrid at the back of the team. He had grown a lot this holiday.

Adele's loss of missing the broom was quickly dispelled. For every little wizard, the wand is undoubtedly the thing they most desire.

This made Adele, who was following Nelson and heading towards Ollivander's wand shop, extremely focused, and even the magic shops on both sides of the road did not attract her attention.

Soon, two people, one big and one small, arrived at the door of Ollivander's small shop. The furnishings here were the same as a few years ago, even the lonely wand in the window was the same.

The rich aroma of wood in the store mixed together and condensed into a magical and intoxicating smell, which floated to Nelson's side through the concealed store door. He took a deep breath, and the time seemed to go back to the The moment when he got his first magic wand here, by the time this semester starts, he will be in the sixth grade, and it seems that he is not far away from graduation.

"Let's go." He patted the little girl on the shoulder, and Adele took small steps, eagerly pushing open the door to the magical world.

"I didn't expect us to meet again so soon, Mr. Williams," a voice floated faintly from the depths of the store. Nelson had long been accustomed to Ollivander's strange style, but the wooden boxes piled up to the ceiling Adele, who caught her attention, was taken aback, "Fourteen inches long, the extraordinary combination of black walnut and dragon heartstring... That fog impressed me so much that whenever there is fog in London, I will think of it." you."

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Ollivander," Nelson stood up straight and greeted politely, "We just met at the Triwizard Tournament, and I didn't expect to trouble you again so soon."

"No wandmaker would consider the honorable act of providing wands to wizards a nuisance," said a pair of big, light-colored eyes that floated out from behind the shelf like the moon, staring at Nelson, but he was very concerned. Adele, who was next to Nelson, quickly attracted his attention, "Oh, so I want to find a suitable partner for this little witch."

"Yes," Nelson said, the tape measure on the workbench flew towards Adele, and completed the measurement before she could react, "It would be better if you have time to help me care for the wand gone."

"It is obligatory, but this is another price," Ollivander blinked, and said in a joking tone, "but helping the wands find their new owners may be more important, isn't it?"

"Of course, her name is Adele, please."

"Adele, Wertling." Adele added in a low voice.

"Oh...let me think about it, Miss Wertling, which hand is your dominant hand?" Ollivander looked at Adele, and before she could speak, he seemed to have the answer himself, "Try How about this one, mahogany and unicorn hair, ten inches long, feels good in the hand."

A wooden box flew out from the shelf, and the beautiful mahogany wand slipped into Adele's hands, and immediately, a cluster of plump peach blossoms bloomed on the tip of the wand.

"Not enough, not enough..."

As a bystander without the excitement at the beginning, Nelson can finally appreciate his own appearance back then. Under Ollivander's nervous movements, the wooden boxes piled up in Adele's hand are already half as tall as her.

"Picky customers, aren't you?" Ollivander looked at Nelson and smiled, "You and Mr. Riddle were also so picky back then, it really gave me a problem."

"Mr. Ollivander, I think customers who are not picky may be in the minority."

"Oh?" Ollivander thought about it seriously, then nodded, "You're right, being picky is the norm, and wand makers must be picky too, so that they can find a suitable home for their hard work."

After a few words, the magic wand beside Adele piled up again.

"It's really a problem for me, it's a problem...Aren't you British, miss?" Ollivander scratched his messy hair, but his eyes became more excited. Suddenly, his hands closed vigorously. With a crisp sound, "Try this, how about it?"

A white magic wand flew out of the shelf and got into Adele's hand. Immediately, sparks flickered like fireworks in the store, like a mischievous elf. After all, the tip returned to the correct direction flush with the handle of the rod.

"Aspen, unicorn hair, hints another quarter of an inch, there may be unexpected surprises, I only brushed tung oil, so it still looks the color of the wood itself," Ollivander said with a satisfied smile , "I thought that this kind of material that is not straight can't be used to make wands, but now it seems that its will is very tenacious, Miss Wertning, and the flowers that bloom after the tree suffers will be more beautiful."

Adele held the wand, and didn't hear Ollivander's words clearly, her thoughts were completely immersed in those joyful fireworks.

"Okay, Mr. Williams, now let me help you maintain your wand."

Nelson pulled out a black walnut wand and placed it on the soft cushion beside the workbench. Ollivander took off his glasses, pinned an instrument similar to a watchmaker's loupe into the eye frame, put on gloves, and carefully held the wand, Observed carefully.

"It's well maintained, you love it very much, and I don't seem to need to do anything."

"Mr. Ollivander, my wand seems to have undergone some changes," Nelson explained. "It doesn't work the same as it did before."

"Oh?" Ollivander raised his wand and asked, "Is it good or bad?"

"good."

"Hold it in your hands more, Mr. Williams. As I said, black walnut is a sensitive material. You need to ask yourself a lot."

Although Ollivander's lifelong pursuit is to find a good home for his works, business always needs to be paid. After receiving Galleon, he sent the two of them to the door of the store with a smile. Adele seemed to have ADHD Also kept waving his wand, Ollivander's big silver eyes reflected the back of Nelson rubbing his wand, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Joyful time always flies by quickly, and within a short while, Nelson and Adele stood at the door of the gown shop, and waited for a few minutes before the people with big bags and small bags arrived late.

"Have you bought it yet?" Tom glanced at Adele's wand and said, "It looks so recognizable."

"Indeed, like in the crowd..."

Nelson looked around, and suddenly saw a familiar dreadlock on the opposite side, and a dark-skinned witch was walking quickly with a dirty package.

Seeming to have sensed Nelson's gaze, she raised her head and looked at the opposite side, and the eyes of the two intersected in the crowd.

"Jokunda!"

"What?" Tom followed Nelson's gaze like a crowd.

"You know my number, I'm going to chase an acquaintance."

Under the stunned eyes of everyone, Nelson raised his arms high, and a silver light flew out of his pocket, over the heads of passers-by, and flew straight to the opposite side of the street.

Jokunda Sykes, who noticed this scene, lowered his head, hugged the package tightly in his hand, and ran towards the alley in the corner at a trot.

Nelson squeezed through the crowd, showing agility that didn't match that of a wizard. He stepped on the elf sculpture in the middle of the road, flew up and, waving his wand, with silver lights shining at his feet, passed over the heads of two passers-by who didn't know what happened , rushed in the direction of Jokunda.

"Who is that?"

"A man who almost made a fool of Gnar." Tom shrugged.