Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

The happy time always flies, and soon the day will come to make an appointment with Penello.

Franklin finally learned the illusion spell. Although the release speed is very slow, and the effect of invisibility is not good, he is still very happy.

And the Weasley brothers couldn't bear it any longer after they sent Harry fifteen letters but received no reply, and decided to visit Harry's house tonight. They also asked if Mike and Franklin would go, and again Mike refused.

Mike decided to take it from his heart and try not to deal with Harry the savior from now on, so as not to arouse the suspicion of Dumbledore's old bee. Franklin seemed to want to go, but Mike slapped him on the forehead before giving up.

Mike came to Diagon Alley early that day, and he still had a place to go before meeting with Penello.

"Jingle Bell!"

Ollivander's wand shop was still the same, shabby. Mike pushed open the door of the small shop and walked into the small shop. The bell at the door rang a crisp sound.

"Oh, Mr. Mike Townley. Thirteen inches, spruce wood with dragon heartstrings, not easy to bend, a wand of a warrior. I remember it right." Ollivander said in a slightly erratic husky voice. , "What brought you here, is there something wrong with your wand?"

Mike was not surprised that Ollivander had accurately stated his name and wand information. He brushed his fingertips on the stool with a thick layer of dust, and then pulled the curtain aside and wiped it in disgust.

"That's right, Mr. Ollivander. I feel that there is indeed a small problem with my wand. Although it is developing in a good direction, I still think I should ask you, the master of wands."

"Oh? Show me the wand, please." Ollivander got excited.

"I encountered a very thrilling attack in the Forbidden Forest. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to come back." Mike took out the black thorn pear wood wand and handed it to Ollivander, "After this, I will Found a little problem with my wand, it seems to be... getting stronger."

Ollivander took the black thorn pear wood wand in both hands, put on the monocle as thick as the bottom of the bottle, and observed it carefully. It took a long time before handing the wand to Mike again.

"It's normal for what you're experiencing, the blackthorn pear has the quirky property that it produces the sweetest berries after the worst of the frosts. And wands made from this wood will only work if you've experienced danger or Difficulties will come before it can really get along with its owner. After that, the sorghum wand will be an incredibly faithful servant." Ollivander said in a very bewitching voice, "In addition, I I have to persuade you well. I found that your wand has many small scars. It seems that you don't care about the maintenance of the wand in normal use.

This is very irresponsible for the wand, your most important companion. I think you'd better be able to buy a set of wand care tools, I only need 10 gold Galleons for a set here, and also comes with a wand care manual, what do you think? "

With Ollivander's voice "Welcome to come again next time!", Mike walked out of the shop holding a set of wand care tools. Looking at the crowds coming and going on the street, Mike only felt a little dazed.

Damn, one second he was acting like a reclusive master, but the next second he changed his style of painting and turned into a businessman who regards wealth as his life. Now all the so-called masters are so skinny. ?

Shaking his head and throwing the distracting thoughts out of his mind, Mike quickly squeezed into the crowd. It was getting late, and Penello was still waiting for him.

After finally arriving at the agreed place, Florin's cold drink shop, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Mike's forehead. Hogwarts is about to start school, and many students and their parents have come to Diagon Alley to buy what they need for the new semester. These days can be said to be the busiest time in Diagon Alley.

Penello was sitting by the window and smilingly watching Mike squeezed in from the crowd. There was a glass of ice water on the table in front of her. Judging from the water level, she must have been waiting for a while. .

"Sorry, Penello, I didn't mean to be late, it was because there was a black cat in front of me on the way here." Mike wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained.

"It doesn't matter, I just arrived." Penello held his chin with a jade hand, and looked at Mike with a pair of big eyes with a smile, but he did not expose Mike's rough excuse.

Today's Penello is very lively dressed, no longer refreshing and capable at Hogwarts on weekdays.

The long golden curly hair was casually draped over his shoulders, the hem of the white printed T-shirt was tucked into denim hot pants, and a Doraemon was printed on it, but the big head of this Doraemon was supported by something It's very three-dimensional. A pair of long legs swayed gently, and the white seemed to reflect light under the sunlight.

Mike looked a little lost, and it took a long time to swallow a big saliva.

Looking at Penello's mocking smile, Mike couldn't help blushing. It's been almost two years since he came to this world, and he has never been close to a woman in the past two years. It wouldn't matter if he was a child originally, but he was an adult man in his previous life, and seeing Penello in such a dress at this time turned out to be a bit rude.

In order to ease his embarrassment, Mike coughed and called the clerk: "Bring me two Florin's signature cones."

The summer in the UK is not hot, and the temperature can reach 30 degrees even if it is a high temperature. But it's human nature to like sweets, so there were a lot of customers in the store at this time, the clerk just nodded slightly when he heard Mike's words, and ran back to the counter to get busy.

"It's so hot, Sister Penello." Mike let out a sigh of relief, pulled the chair in front of Penello and sat down, "Oh, no. It should be Prefect Penello, right. "

Hearing this, Penello burst into laughter and trembled, and even Doraemon on his chest swayed for a while, and Mike swallowed a big mouthful of saliva when he saw it.

"It's thanks to you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be this prefect. You know that Paula has been coveting the position of prefect for a long time. They are pure blood, and I am a Muggle born. How could a wizard ever rob her."

"I know that Paula, I heard that he comes from an unknown pure-blood family, not even the 28th pure-blood family. It's not as good as the senior sister in life, and even the appearance is eight blocks worse than the senior sister. How can she compare to you, senior sister?" Mike said with a smile.

It turns out that as long as a woman is a woman, she likes to be praised by others, whether it is a little girl or an old woman.

After listening to Mike's compliment, Penello covered his mouth and smiled for a while, and then stopped smiling when the clerk brought the two cones over.

"I still have to thank you. This is a gift I picked for you. Open it and take a look."

Penello took out a gift box from the small bag he was carrying and handed it to Mike. She was from a Muggle family and her family was not wealthy, so she could not afford a Traceless Stretching Charm bag.