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"Professor, where are we going?"

Hannah pushed her trunk, following behind Dumbledore, and asked with some curiosity. According to her original thought, they should have directly used some long-distance travel magic to go directly to Mr. Newt Scamander's house in Dorset, or to the training ground of the England Quidditch national team.

However, judging from Dumbledore's subsequent actions, it seemed they still had to go to Diagon Alley first, and then leave.

"Oh, we still need to purchase some things - don't forget, there is a lady joining Hogwarts this year."

Dumbledore smiled, his eyes lingered on Luna for a moment, and he said in a gentle tone.

"And in addition to Miss Lovegood's wand, wizard robes, and magic books, you two also need to purchase the school supplies you will need for the next semester. After all, after the training, you should be sent directly to King's Cross Station."

"Huh? Oh, right, I almost forgot, Luna, you're officially enrolling this year! Then... I'll help you open the door."

Hannah was slightly stunned, then nodded suddenly, realizing she had almost forgotten about it.

As the only legitimate heir to the Leaky Cauldron, the little iron girl ran excitedly to the closed high wall, counting the bricks in a serious expression, preparing to help Dumbledore and his party open the magic passage leading to Diagon Alley's commercial street.

"Three bricks up - and two bricks across -"

"No need to bother so much, I'll do it." Before Hannah could tiptoe, Dumbledore raised his right hand and waved it gently.

Immediately, the entire brick wall began to shake, as if it had come to life, quickly separating to both sides, forming an ever-growing opening. Before long, a winding, endless cobblestone street appeared before them.

"Ahem, the magic on this wall was cast by me more than seventy years ago..."

Dumbledore shrugged. As an old wizard who has lived a little longer, most of the important facilities in the current magical world were built and maintained with his help, which can be regarded as a bit of convenience for the elders.

However, what the old man did not notice was the glimmer in Aileen's eyes as the wall separated.

Undoubtedly, this was not just a simple wall that could transform.

After more than a year of magic learning, seeing such a scene again, the content that Aileen could think of was far from what it used to be - the entire Charing Cross Road reconstruction project was a vast project covering hundreds of meters. Rather than saying this was a hidden entrance, it was more like a stable space door.

Perhaps, she could write a letter to Grindelwald to pilot it in "Quebec Province".

You know, in the wizarding world, there has never been a true magical city.

If her vision can be realized, then Hogwarts can do too many things this year - at least in this way, the "Hogwarts Happy Farm" has a chance to iterate into "Hogwarts Happy Ranch". But before that, she must first determine which breeds can be the focus of cultivation.

Aileen, while thinking wildly, was shopping with Hannah in Diagon Alley for the textbooks they needed for the next semester, as well as things that Luna needed to buy, such as cauldrons and balances.

As for Luna, she followed Dumbledore to Ollivander's Wand Shop to re-select a wand.

Although Luna could also use the black walnut wand made from Aileen's hair, because Aileen was only a Veela mix, the magic amplification effect her wand could bring was not very good, so she had to change to a new wand.

Aileen and Hannah walked along the streets of Diagon Alley, through the apothecary, Flourish and Blotts, and of course, Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions - Aileen knew Luna's figure ratio and clothing size even better than the girl herself.

On the other hand, as Madam Malkin had said before, after a year, most little girls would face the situation of ill-fitting robes and need to replace and purchase new ones, except for a very few...

"Wait, Madam Malkin, you didn't measure wrong, did you?!"

Aileen first glared fiercely at Hannah Abbott, who was holding back a laugh next to her, then turned her head to look at the adult witch beside her, with a solemn expression and a particularly serious tone, saying:

"You don't need to consider the price, I'm very rich now and can afford a whole set of new robes plus linings, you don't need to save me money! Really, you don't need to!"

"I'm sorry, dear... but your size really hasn't changed much from last year."

Madam Malkin shook her head helplessly, and the wand waved lightly in the air.

The next moment, a roll of parchment flew out from a corner of the shop and quickly unfolded in front of Aileen.

"I keep the body measurements of every little wizard who buys robes from me for at least three years, so I'm sure you haven't grown much taller, um, your bust hasn't gotten bigger either... but it's okay, you're still young, but as a conscientious tailor witch, I really can't sell you clothes that don't fit you at all..."

"Oh, by the way, Aileen, what's your size?"

At the same time, Hannah Abbott curiously leaned over and looked at the unfolded parchment.

Usually at school, Aileen always likes to stuff some reserve food in her chest, and she usually wears thick-soled platform shoes. Under the cover of the long wizard robe, it is really difficult to see what her physical fitness is like.

As for when everyone takes a bath together occasionally, they are all busy playing in the bathroom, and it is difficult to have a very clear and intuitive data concept under the mist. The only thing that can be confirmed is that - after a year of studying, Aileen seems to have gradually changed from the original middle-to-lower height to the smallest of the four of them.

"Nothing to see, it's about the same as yours anyway."

Before Hannah could see the values on the parchment, Aileen suddenly reached out, re-rolled the parchment, threw it back to Madam Malkin, and replied with a blank expression and a stiff voice.

"Let's go, we should go find Luna -"

Sure enough, Paracelsus's guess finally came true.

Due to the unrestrained use of runic magic in the school some time ago, her Veela bloodline was stimulated.

As a magical creature with a lifespan even longer than goblins, the age of eleven in Veela has not yet reached the time of development. According to the old wizard who is almost five hundred years old and has unique achievements in the field of life...

Aileen's physical development may be delayed a little bit compared to normal wizards.

Obviously, the little bit in Paracelsus's mouth does not seem to be the same as the time understood by ordinary humans.

Still one meter two tall, Aileen kicked the gravel on the side of the road worriedly - it seems that during this summer vacation, in addition to the classic three questions of "can, good, how", she needs to ask Newt some more knowledge.

I just don't know if Newt, as a magizoologist, has mastered the skills to quickly raise a Veela.

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