Chapter 1 Badger’s Morning

There are many long valleys on this island far away from the mainland, especially Loch Ness in northern Scotland. It looks a bit like an enlarged, slow-flowing river. There are mountains directly on both sides of the lake, unlike those near the lake.

Mountain lakes lie peacefully on the alluvial plains of rivers.

"Oh my God, they let that plesiosaur out again." As Pomona walked up the stairs from the second floor to the first floor, the Daily Prophet was thrown out the window by an owl, Si

Mrs. Prout was reading the news on the front page.

"What? Ran away again?" Her grandson Pete was eating oatmeal when he heard his grandmother's whisper and couldn't help but said. As soon as he opened his mouth, milk spurted out of his mouth.

Pomona remembered the plesiosaur, but Muggles preferred to call it the Loch Ness Monster. Every year, many tourists from all over the world came here to visit that remote and uninspiring place.

It likes to be noticed very much, and likes to see Muggles making a fuss about it, so it often wanders around the Muggle world. The Ministry of Magic had to set up traps near the lake, but they obviously had no effect.

The dragon appeared again.

"Don't they have any other news to report?" Pomona complained, walking quickly past Sprout, her flowing platinum hair looking like gold threads.

"Oh, miss!" Mrs. Sprout screamed as soon as she saw her dress. "Are you going out like this!"

"Is there any problem?" Pomona checked herself. Because the wizarding bloodline has withered, many Muggle-born wizards have entered the magical world, so there are many people wearing strange clothes.

She was certain that what she was wearing was definitely not Muggle pajamas, but the style of the witch's robe exposed her calves, which was definitely not acceptable to an elderly witch like Mrs. Sprout.

"Your face, you forgot to use the spell."

Pomona suddenly felt that her good morning mood was gone.

People have a sense of superiority towards humanoid creatures. House elves are a race conquered by wizards in ancient wars. Every elf must undergo enslavement training as soon as they are born. Veela are also a type of elf, but they are big elves.

Even if elves who are not house elves are beautiful young women when they become humans, marrying an elf will still make those superior wizards feel that they have done something shameful. However, the beauty of Veela is just a fascination for them.

Men cannot forget her, so there are many mixed-race illegitimate children like her in the world.

"Why should I hide my face?" Pomona didn't want to put magic on her face. She is eleven years old. Every girl at this age wants to dress up beautifully and do it.

It was not her who had done something shameful, so why should she bear the punishment for consequences that were not caused by her own mistakes?

"Miss, please don't embarrass me." Mrs. Sprout looked at Pomona with pleading eyes.

"I think you look good dressed up like this." Pete said while chewing a banana slice. "Are you going out on a date?"

"No, I just want to go to Diagon Alley. Whether I end up going to Hogwarts or Beauxbatons, I will need a wand."

Pomona's biological father is French, but he has lived in England with Mrs. Sprout since she can remember.

Logically, she should go to school in Beauxbatons, but then she would go to the same school as many "relatives", which would become very embarrassing for both of them.

"Oh, I can't let you go to Diagon Alley alone!" Mrs. Sprout exclaimed, "The wizarding world is not suitable for an eleven-year-old child to wander around."

"Didn't the war end long ago?"

"Just because Greenwald is in jail doesn't mean the world is at peace. He is a prophet and a liar, and there are still many people who believe every word he says."

Pomona is tired of this. She just wants a simple life. Why do humans complicate simple problems?

"I heard that another pure-blood madman has appeared." He interrupted, "When he was in school, his name was Tom Riddle, but now his servants call him the Lord of Darkness."

"You shouldn't talk like that about a dark wizard." Mrs. Sprout accused Peter. "You're going to get yourself into big trouble."

"How could he know? I'm at my own home." Peter put down the spoon, picked up the bowl, and drank up the rest of the oatmeal in a few mouthfuls. "Let's go, I'm just going to buy the books I'm going to use this year."

, let’s go together.”

"Should I put a spell on my face?"

"Why? You don't like it, don't you?" When Pete walked to Pomona, he suddenly bent down and said in her ear, "If anyone asks who you are, just say you are dating me."

Pomona couldn't help but giggle.

"At least eat your breakfast before leaving!"

When the green fire of flying powder was burning in the fireplace, Pomona vaguely heard Mrs. Sprout shouting, but the joy of having a wand of her own made her forget her hunger, and she could finally officially become a wand.

A wizard.

What's more important is that she can leave the house that is called home but is actually a prison. She only lived in the residence her father arranged for her for a few weeks. It looked big and luxurious, but she lived alone, so Sipu

Mrs. Lauter took her into her home.

During the reign of Gellert Grindelwald, World War II occurred not only in the wizarding world, but also in the Muggle world. Peter's father worked at the Ministry of Magic and died due to an accident, while his mother worked at St. Mungo's.

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Pomona knew whether Pete's always cheerful personality was because he was a Hufflepuff or just his nature. There was never any gloom or depression on his face, and he always had a cheesecake smell about him.

of fragrance.

Mrs. Sprout is very good at food magic. In her eyes, food can bring happiness to people. When the war starts, everyone is busy fighting, the land turns into scorched earth, no one will farm anymore, and food will become very

Shortage, she repeated in their ears like a mantra.

After Peter went to Hogwarts, he only had to listen to her nagging every winter and summer vacation, while Pomona had to listen every day. Between being cursed and learning food magic spells, she bravely chose the latter.

Her "talent" was awakened by food.

The Floo network exit set up by the Sprout family in Diagon Alley was opposite the Honey Baron. The moment she stepped out of the fireplace, she smelled a strong smell of honey.

Diagon Alley was still the same, except that everyone who passed by would look twice when they saw her face, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

"Take my hand, dear princess." Peter walked to her side, bent his arm, and said to her with a smile, "I will be your knight today."

"Where is your sword?" Pomona looked Pete up and down. Boys change quickly after they turn sixteen, and Pete is already much taller than her.

"Here it is." Peter took out his wand. "Now that you're here, do you want to buy a broomstick?"

"This is your purpose, right?" Pomona suddenly realized that Pete had long been complaining that his broomstick was too slow, causing him to perform abnormally in the Quidditch game. Unfortunately, the Sprout family was not like that.

Use the extra money to buy him the latest broom.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Peter said with a playful smile. "I'm just a Hufflepuff."

After saying that, Pete took Pomona's hand and blended into the bustling crowd.
Chapter completed!