Godric's Hollow.
Dumbledore looked around the town.
Her eyes were filled with memories.
Blake was leaning against the wall.
He stood at the side to calm his surging stomach.
Why did Disapparating feel so uncomfortable?
Blake thought.
Maybe it was the same reason Muggles get carsick?
"Professor Dumbledore!"
An unfamiliar middle-aged man walked over quickly.
"Mr. Pierre."
Mr. Pierre took Dumbledore's hand excitedly.
"We have already done what you asked us to do. This is the key."
Mr. Pierre took out a bunch of keys.
handed it to Dumbledore.
"Thank you very much! Mr. Pierre. You're still as capable as ever."
"Thank you for the compliment! Professor Dumbledore... if you ever need help again, remember to come to me!”
Mr. Pierre left excitedly.
His eyes were full of Dumbledore.
He did not even look at Blake.
"That gentleman must be your top fan, right?”
"Like... Muggles say, super fans.”
After Blake recovered.
He walked over with his suitcase.
"Ah…maybe he just likes the way I do things.”
"I can't be considered…uh…a fan.”
said Dumbledore modestly.
"Alright, the new house has been arranged.”
Dumbledore shook the key in his hand.
"To be exact. This is my ancestral home…but, ever since…I haven't been back for a long time.”
"So I guess I asked Mr. Pierre and his team to help me renovate it.”
Dumbledore's ancestral home was on the edge of town.
It was a two-story house.
In front of the house was a small, barren garden.
Behind him was a lush hill.
It could basically be said that it was built against the mountain.
Seeing the forest, Blake inhaled the fragrance of the grass and trees.
"That's great! Big Bear could usually stay there.”
"Hmm…and the little garden in front…I think I can cultivate a lot of interesting plants there!”
Black liked this place.
At least, he could plant some strange plants here.
Not being noticed.
After all, this was a half-wizard, half-Muggle settlement.
But most wizards 'homes were covered with Muggle-Repelling Charms.
They rarely found strange places in wizard homes.
Even if he found something strange.
They would also think that it was haunted…
As for the lush back mountain…
According to Dumbledore, the Dumbledore family owns that area?
Black thought of where he would hide his magical creatures in the future!
He put his luggage away.
Then, he let Big Bear out.
Black began to look longingly at Dumbledore.
He could slowly get used to his new home.
But Diagon Alley…
He wanted to go now!
"Alright…I wanted to introduce you to the neighbors.”
"But if you want to go to Diagon Alley now..."
……
After experiencing Disapparation once, he was able to see the light.
Blake didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.
Dumbledore had not taken him to the Leaky Cauldron.
Instead, he directly Apparated to the corner of Diagon Alley.
Black had gotten used to the dizziness of Disapparating.
He curiously sized up the legendary Diagon Alley.
Blake found himself standing on a cobblestone street.
Behind him was a brick wall.
The Leaky Cauldron must be behind the wall.
The soft sunlight fell on a pile of cauldrons outside the nearest shop.
There was a sign hanging above the crucible.
" Copper-brass…All types available, automatic stirring, foldable…"
said Black, pointing at the cauldron.”
"This is a cauldron, used to boil potions.”
Dumbledore patiently explained to Black.
"Oh…Then can I use it to cook hotpot?”
Dumbledore replied with a smile,"Well... probably."”
"Actually, I didn't do that.”
"I guess no one has ever done this before.”
"However, we can try it ourselves when we return.”
……
Diagon Alley could be considered the central business district of the British wizards.
It was much wider than Blake had imagined, and there were many shops.
However, on such a wide street.
It was almost full of people!
It was extremely lively!
"Come on, I think... you're most interested in getting a wand.”
"Isn't it?"
Black followed Dumbledore.
It was his first time stepping onto the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley.
He followed Dumbledore, looking around at the shops.
There were all kinds of strange shops.
Blake had many items that he didn't know what they were selling.
Of course, to fit the image of a Muggle-born child.
As they walked, Black asked questions.
Even though his question seemed a little strange.
For example:
"Dragon liver, sixteen Sickles an ounce? How much is a pound worth? Can this dragon liver be fried and eaten?"
"Why are they surrounding a broom? Did they not have a broom to sweep the floor?”
……
Dumbledore, however, continued to answer Black's questions.
Soon, they arrived at their destination.
Compared to other shops, this shop was much better.
It looked small and broken.
The gold-lettered signboard on the door had already peeled off.
It said.
" Ollivander: Made excellent wands since 382 B.C."
In the shop window.
There was a lone wand on a faded purple cushion.
"Let's go in." said Dumbledore, smiling.
Black followed Dumbledore expectantly into the shop.
However, just as they walked in.
A little girl in a green dress appeared not far away.
She had a head of long, smooth, and flowing golden hair.
There was a hint of arrogance on her pretty face.
"Professor Dumbledore?"
"Who is the boy beside him?”
"I can't believe Professor Dumbledore brought his own supplies to Diagon Alley.”
Her curiosity was instantly piqued.
……
Black surveyed the interior of the famous wand shop.
The shop was very small.
Because there was only a bench in the corner.
There was nothing else.
Behind the tall counter.
Thousands of long, narrow boxes of wands.
They piled up from the floor to the ceiling.
There was a thin layer of dust everywhere.
Blake was doubtful.
The reason why Ollivander didn't clean up the dust.
It was to make his store more historical…
"Oh... Professor Dumbledore! What a rare guest!"
"I remember your old wand was made by my grandfather.”
"That's a good wand,"
"But I'm sure you don't use it anymore, do you?”
Ollivander was a rather skinny little old man.
His messy hair showed his slovenly personality.
His silver eyes were even more impressive.
"Good afternoon, Garrick."
"I'm here to buy the boy a wand that belongs to him.”
Dumbledore smiled and held out his hand.
He pushed Black, who was standing at the back, to the front.
"This is the grandson of an old friend of mine.”
"Black Greene,"
Dumbledore had not asked Black to change his surname to Dumbledore.
Perhaps it was because he did not know how to explain it to others.
Why did the Dumbledore family suddenly have another descendant?
As for Grindelwald, he couldn't use his surname.
Therefore, he had no choice but to acquiesce to Blake's publicly announced surname, Green.
He also planned to tell the public.
Blake was the grandson of his old friend…
However…
Appearance couldn't lie.
Especially an old man like Ollivander, who had read countless people.
Ollivander's eyes moved from Dumbledore's face to Black's.
"The old friend you mentioned, could it be you?”
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