Upon my return, the Knights were waiting for , whom during all this ti I could not fully perceive as a father and mother. Yes, they are excellent relatives, and I perfectly understand that a family is not a list of who gave birth to whom. However, the understanding that I was not born into this family does not allow them to be treated entirely as relatives. Even though for them, as they say, I will tear. They did not pressure with overprotection, but they were not categorical in their decisions either. They always took into account my interests, but they did not hesitate to give advice and strong recomndations. I got a lot of new things, at least take the sa etiquette. This does not an that I was an uncouth pig in a past life. No, but I did not have an understanding and knowledge of specific various rules. And now even the posture is good.
Here, however, Sensei should also be given credit. In general, I recall the canon Hermione ... Could I just take and erase from the life of these people all those years that they devoted to ? Eliminate their joys at my success and disappointnts at rare failures? Cross out pride in education, warmth and tenderness, the joy of the first step of such a small and charming ? No. Definitely not. For the sake of your peace of mind, that relatives are safe? Never. Find a way to keep them safe but not erase the mory ...
Well, sothing I digress.
For almost a month, I have now worked hard on the magic books. The impressions are ambiguous. On the one hand, it is new and exciting. Still, on the other hand, the presentation of the material is rely awful. I have never seen such a concentration of material "about nothing." Abstract thoughts and argunts, no material base, justification. Unless potion-making still sohow resembled sothing scientific. Then, only due to the table of compatibility of ingredients with nurical coefficients, otherwise - a recipe book.
Perhaps the older courses' books will be closer to the educational literature, but for now - just "nothing." Maybe I should pay attention to so scientific works in the Hogwarts library? However, the general trend in the first-year textbooks is alarming.
I didn't practice with the wand because there's sothing like Watching the Magic of Muggle-borns. The Statute of Secrecy, etc. Therefore, I just analyzed the movents with a regular stick. I didn't morize it - I just took it apart, and at the sa ti, did various exercises for flexibility of the hand. I developed them very well due to the violin and piano. Well, I think so.
On Potter's birthday, I went to Diagon Alley in the morning. First by bus to Charing Cross, then to the Leaky Cauldron on their own. I didn't put on my robe, so I went in a suit and a black shirt. The bartender didn't even ask where I was going and why. Having touched the necessary bricks with a stick, I got to the street I needed. At this ti, there were a lot of people here - more than on my first visit.
I walked to Cafe Fortescue, a pleasant milky-colored establishnt. I sat down at the far table so that I could see the whole street through the large windows and ordered tea. Earlier I thought, out of my stupidity, that there was nothing to order except ice cream. I was wrong, I admit. A full-fledged cafe, although it is known precisely for the ice cream - high-quality, tasty and varied.
I waited for Hagrid and Potter. What for? It is on this day that I know for sure that I can et Narcissa. Not the smartest move, but I damn want to see her.
When Hagrid appeared in Diagon Alley, hairy, shaggy, in a brown coat, towering dangerously above the crowd of ordinary people, I paid for the tea and moved to Ollivander's shop. If I rember the essence of Malfoy and Potter's conversation in Mada Malkin's shop correctly, Narcissa went to choose his wand. Stupid, as for , because without Draco himself, this trick is almost impossible. Unless they already know what approximate paraters, wood, and core the stick should have.
Maneuvering through the crowd of people, I finally got to the place I needed and, opening the door of Ollivander's shop, stepped inside.
Nothing has changed since my last visit. The sa dim light from the lamps under the ceiling picked up from the gloomy darkness, the sa light dustiness, the sa counter, and the shelves' rows behind it. At the counter stood a rather tall, stately slender woman with a simple but pleasant-looking hairstyle of very light hair, like mine. She stood with her back to and talked about sothing with Ollivander. The master noticed and smiled affably, nodded invitingly.
"Good day, master" I nodded and went to the counter.
"Oh, good day! What are you for, Mr. Knight?" On my last na, he sohow sarcastically grinned. Of course! It may be that his hazy gaze of pale blue eyes can mislead soone. Still, the old man was definitely not blind, both literally and figuratively.
"I would like to ask you what you recomnd for the care of my wand specifically. Forgive , but I don't believe in universal redies."
"And you are doing the right thing, young man!" Ollivander shook his forefinger instructively. "Now, I'll find sothing specifically for your wand. Mrs. Malfoy?"
"It's okay," I heard a familiar voice full of detachnt. "I still have sothing to decide on."
It was only now that I noticed - there were open boxes of wands on the counter in front of her. Ollivander went away, and I began to shalessly considered Narcissa. She has grown old. Too much. Wrinkles near the eyes and on the forehead, pits appeared near the mouth, small folds ... The skin is not the sa ... And the look is kind of empty, extinguished, or sothing. Well, a sorceress in the world of magic cannot look like that in her ... And how much? Thirty-five? Thirty-six? Around this range.
"It's incredible how quickly ti flies, isn't it?" I said neutrally, drawing the woman's attention to myself.
"You're right…" As soon as Narcissa looked at , almost hidden surprise and misunderstanding appeared in her eyes. Not every ti you look at a stranger and see in his face almost your reflection, except that he is much younger.
"Knight. Last na of my adoptive parents."
"Mr. Knight." Narcissa returned the mask of detachnt to her face. A dramatic pause was brewing.
"It seems that only yesterday you beco a happy parent, and now it's ti to collect your child to Hogwarts. Amazing."
"Excuse , do we know each other?"
It's strange. Does she even have no suspicions about our similarities? I would even say an absurd resemblance. Well, she couldn't forget ... Although ...
I looked at her, trying to give my face a slight concern.
"What do you think, Mrs. Malfoy? What in the wizarding world can make a happy mother forget about the very existence of her child? Perhaps it is worth turning to an independent Legilint? And no, oddly enough, but we do not know each other. What a magical world! Full of miracles. I wonder what would have happened to if my hypothetical wife had a Legilint friend and Potions Master? Curious, isn't it?"
This phrase finally put Narcissa into a state of incomprehension. But she answered.
"That would be a pretty reasonable thing to do. And the situation from the outside ... Really intriguing."
The doorbell rang behind , and I turned to look at the new visitors - an average height man in a black suit and robe. Straight, almost white hair fell just below the shoulders, an arrogant face, a contemptuous gaze, lazy mannerisms. A rare accessory in these places caught the eye - a black cane with a silver snake-shaped top. Next to him stood a small, stunted boy with the sa practically white hair slicked back. He tried to copy the elder's deanor, but it turned out frankly funny, so I could not help but smile. My brother is a weakling. My father is a prude. My mother has grown old prematurely, having lost that irrepressible live shine of blue eyes. It's kinda sad.
Lucius clearly recognized , and the slight contempt gave way to bewildernt and recognition. So he imdiately guessed, and Narcissa? Oh, what a disgusting world.
"And I brought a redy here" sudden Ollivander defused the situation. I don't even know what allowed not to twitch when he appeared literally a step away from . - To care for your wand.
"Oh, master! Thank you very much! How much do I owe you?" I took in my hands a small, simple wooden box with the initials "G.O."
"A trifle," the master dismissed with a smile. "Twelve sickels."
I quickly took out one Galleon and handed it to the master. Ollivander imdiately fished out five sickels from sowhere for a change. I looked again at the faces of those present. Narcissa was thoughtful, but it was hard to see it - a mask of indifference and almost the sa extinct look. Nearly. Lucius was in an even more surprising state. The petty Draco looked from everyone in the hall, trying to find a clue for further action.
"If I were you, I would have looked more closely at my feet, Mr. Malfoy," I said with a slight grin. "Otherwise, you risk trampling your own lost face."
"Fortunately, you are not in my place." Lucius quickly regained his composure.
"Do you even know who you are talking to!" Small Draco flared up, whose face slightly went red spots. However, his outburst of emotion was abruptly crushed by Lucius's cane's handle that suddenly fell on his shoulder.
"Son."
"Sorry, father," the guy obeyed, taking a step back.
I just grinned and headed for the exit from the shop.
"Have a good day" I nodded goodbye to everyone, and with a clear conscience, but with a heavy burden on my soul, I went ho. I do not want to build my assumptions about everything around , and I will not. It's just that all this is sohow sad.
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