Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

The day after Severus' visit, Draco finally stepped into Diagon Alley accompanied by Lucius and Narcissa.

Before setting off earlier, Narcissa and Lucius even had a rare argument about how to enter Diagon Alley.

"Not through the Leaky Cauldron?"

"After all, this is Draco's first time buying back-to-school supplies. Maybe she should go through the ritual."

The father was in high spirits and was obviously excited about his daughter's upcoming school enrollment.

However, soon after he made the proposal, he felt deeply regretful when he saw his beloved wife's face.

"You want your daughter to go into that kind of place?"

Narcissa had a sweet smile on her mature and beautiful face as she gently asked her husband word by word.

Lucius swallowed nervously, changing his mind quickly.

"It's better to use the Apparition Technique. It saves time and is safer."

Lucius's nervous heartbeat calmed down a little when he saw Narcissa smiling sweetly again, taking Draco's hand and hooking his arm around hers.

Draco followed the two out of the manor gate, accompanied by Lucius and Narcissa.

What greeted me was a dizziness and a nausea-inducing feeling.

This was the first time Draco followed his parents in performing the Apparition spell.

He stood up with the help of his father and looked at his mother with a concerned smile.

I blinked and gathered my consciousness. I was shocked and panicked by the sight that came into my eyes.

And then, there was a sense of freshness and unreality in the excitement.

Draco, who had lived in the manor for a long time, naturally could not get used to the crowded city life in Diagon Alley.

Many boys of the same age as him were pushing and shoving each other in front of the broomstick shop.

He kept shouting, "It's the Nimbus 2000!!! The newest and fastest broom!!!"

There are also parents who are trying hard to control their children who are so excited that they are out of control.

Shouts of "No magic!" were heard one after another, accompanied by complaints of "This price increase is really too crazy!"

Looking at the chaos and bustle in front of him, Draco frowned slightly, half-opened his folding fan, and covered his mouth and nose.

"Don't be nervous, Diagon Alley is always like this."

Narcissa gently hugged her daughter's shoulders and looked at Lucius.

"I have to go to Gringotts to take care of some things."

"If possible, please buy some crucibles, medicine bottles and other utensils for my daughter."

"I'll take her to choose a wand."

The couple chatted freely, and Lucius nodded as they walked towards an ivory-white building with a tall dome on a busy street.

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After Lucius left, Narcissa led Draco into an old, small shop that had a long history.

The mottled wooden sign reads: "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC".

Pushing open the door, the bell behind the door rang softly, accompanied by the ancient parchment and the scent of wood.

On both sides of the long and narrow space, there are cabinets connected to the roof. The cabinets are filled with long and narrow wooden boxes.

Although messy, the smell of the store is very soothing.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Malfoy, and - ah! This is -"

A soft voice was heard, and an old man in a tweed suit appeared from behind the cupboard.

The old man's words were suddenly interrupted, and his deep blue eyes were fixed on Draco's elegant figure.

"Miss Malfoy. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you. I'm Ollivander."

“This is truly an amazing class of freshmen.”

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ollivander."

Draco nodded, returning the greeting meekly.

The old man just waved his hand. He waved his wand and the measuring tape on the counter jumped up.

From a polite distance, he measured Draco's arm length and shoulder width delicately.

Meanwhile Mr. Ollivander turned and climbed up the ladder, feeling among the boxes.

The ups and downs of the tone in his mouth almost sounded like he was chanting an ancient bardic poem.

"Let me think, let me think."

"She has a pure and innocent appearance, a proud and cold personality, but also a bit of, how should I put it, the Malfoy family tradition of being able to bend and stretch..."

Draco listened to the old man mumbling in confusion. Narcissa's face showed satisfaction, and she seemed to like Mr. Ollivander's comments to Draco.

"Ten inches of cool, slightly springy hawthorn wood, and... of course, of course—"

"Unicorn hair."

The old man took down a paper box with satisfaction and opened the lid carefully with trembling hands.

Draco looked inside the box and saw an elegant wand lying inside the satin.

The dark silver handle is pure, just like the white leaves of a hawthorn tree on a snowy night.

The wood color of the stick is evenly distributed, and the delicate wood grain lines are straight and smooth.

Draco raised his right hand, stretched out three fingers, and slowly raised the wand. A warm current flowed through his fingertips, and a soft light appeared around his body.

Draco looked at Narcissa, and the two smiled at each other. Mr. Ollivander couldn't stop laughing too.

"Great! Great!"

Draco's long-awaited task was completed so quickly.

After checking out, I specially bought a wooden box large enough to hold my wand from Mr. Ollivander.

As they stepped out of the store, Narcissa looked at her beloved daughter with a half-smile, who was suppressing her joy.

"Do you want to keep it in a wooden box? Or do you want to carry it with you?"

Draco hesitated for a moment, then put the wand into the wooden box and handed it to his mother.

Narcissa smiled, nodded approvingly, and then spoke.

"Mom is going to buy you textbooks. Go look at the robes first."

Despite the well-stocked library at home, Lucius and Narcissa intuitively felt that Draco still needed new textbooks.

It would be completely unimaginable to let the only daughter of the Malfoy family go to school with old textbooks.

Draco naturally did not hesitate, but he still couldn't help but look up at his mother.

It's not about the textbooks, but the robes. I asked myself the question that had been on my mind since I received the notification letter.

"Can't we order our own robes?"

"Of course you can, but first years should go see Madam Malkin."

"It is also the etiquette of the nobility to blend into the environment appropriately and elegantly."

"Go check it out. You can still make the shirt and skirt inside the robe yourself."

Narcissa smiled faintly and urged Draco into the window of a shop full of plain-cut, mass-market clothes.

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"Want to buy a Hogwarts uniform, dear?"

As soon as I stepped into the store, a short and fat witch in a bright purple robe came up to me warmly.

"I just want to see the robes."

Draco spoke reluctantly.

Following Madam Malkin's lead, he stepped onto the footstool and let her mark his length with pins.

"Oh! Are you from a good family? I haven't seen such fine linen for a long time."

Madam Malkin's hands had barely touched her shirt when she uttered an exclamation.

"Draco Malfoy."

Draco frowned again and whispered his name.

Upon hearing the last name, Madam Malkin's plump hands trembled noticeably and she spoke with a slight stammer.

"It's...it's...it's such an honor! Miss Malfoy! Please...please wait a moment!"

In a panic, they hid in a small room behind the store. Then, there was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Draco stood there helplessly, guessing that she was looking for the best fabric.