Chapter 310 Now the three of them have grown into teenagers
The three of them drank a refreshing glass of lime juice at Florin's Cold Drink Shop and officially started their purchasing operation.
They first went to the nearest shop, Ollivanders Wand Shop, simply to check out the latest wand models.
Draco was very interested in some of the new wand handle styles. He tried them one by one and couldn't stop. In the end, he was carried out by Amanta and Harry on the left and right.
Then they went around Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, where they first purchased the textbooks they would need for the next semester, and then read some books that interested them.
Amanta bought a bunch of different books. Draco picked out a few books on the history of ancient magic for himself, while Harry bought a book called "Quidditch Tactics Analysis". He even tried to persuade Amanta to learn Quidditch tactics at the door of the bookstore, but she firmly refused.
"I'm just a seeker. I don't need tactics." Amanta said, "You should bother Draco. He's the one who likes to analyze tactics."
"..." Draco glanced at her coldly and didn't bother to pay attention to her.
It seemed that he had not yet forgiven Amanta and Harry for their behavior just now.
Then they went to the owl shop, where they bought some owl food, and Amanta also bought herself some owl flying gear to carry more potions.
Then they continued to buy the items they needed for this semester...
Quills, parchment, and visits to the potion material shop, cauldron shop, magical creature supply shop... and so on.
Draco had been standing aside with dignity and indifference until Harry held up a strangely colored caterpillar and smiled sinisterly at him, then he took several steps back with disgust on his face.
In a wizard telescope shop, they unexpectedly ran into several acquaintances.
"Hi! Amanta! Harry! Draco!" Cedric Diggory was standing not far away, waving at them with a smile, and Neville Longbottom was standing next to him.
"Are you here to buy a telescope too?" Amanta raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Of course! We can't miss any details of the Quidditch World Cup!" Cedric said excitedly, "It's Neville's first time watching an international Quidditch match, too. He's super nervous."
Neville scratched his head awkwardly and said hesitantly, "I... I'm a little afraid of crowded places."
Harry patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, just focus on the game."
Just as they were chatting, Ron Weasley walked in hurriedly with a sullen look on his face.
However, after seeing Draco, his expression immediately became gloomy. He didn't even buy the telescope. He snorted and walked away.
"…Is this necessary?" Draco shrugged, curled his lips, and turned to Amanta and Harry with an indifferent look on his face, "As if I could eat him."
"Maybe you've targeted him too many times before." Amanta said casually.
Draco snorted and continued to choose a telescope.
After the shopping was completed, the three of them stood on the street of Diagon Alley. Draco looked at Dobby, who had been following behind him, holding a pile of shaky things, and snapped his fingers.
"Dobby, take us away," he said.
Dobby's ears quivered with joy: "Yes, Master!"
The tearing sensation of the Apparition suddenly hit me.
Amanta held Draco and Harry's arms tightly, feeling that the world was twisting violently, and her whole body was being disassembled, arranged, and reassembled.
When they stood firm again, the gate of Malfoy Manor stood before them.
The light of the setting sun cast a golden hue on the manor.
"Welcome home, Master."
"Welcome, Miss Merlin and Mr. Potter."
The house-elves at the door lined up neatly and saluted them respectfully.
Lucius and Narcissa were already standing at the door, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.
"Amanta, Harry." Narcissa smiled tenderly, "Welcome."
"I hope you can adapt to the environment in the tent." Lucius nodded and glanced at the three people. "We have to make do in the tent for one night. After all, the tent is still a lot worse than the manor."
"Don't worry, Mr. Lucius." Amanta responded politely.
"Draco has been talking about you all the time, especially Amanta." Narcissa chuckled, her eyes falling gently on her son.
"Mother—" Draco's face froze, "Don't talk nonsense."
Harry took the opportunity to cover his mouth and laugh.
Amanta couldn't help but curl her lips, but didn't say anything more.
After some greetings, they were taken to the guest rooms in the manor.
This World Cup was held so grandly that in order not to arouse the suspicion of Muggles, all wizards were required to change into Muggle clothes and go to watch the games.
Draco had already prepared some Muggle clothes and had them delivered to the room in advance.
Amanta quickly changed into the dress Draco had prepared for her.
A low-key and elegant black long dress, with softly hanging hem and slightly embellished with stardust, matched with the accessories specially selected by Draco, making the outline of her figure more feminine but not overly ostentatious.
Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at herself and sighed slightly.
Time flies by so fast...
She remembered that when she first met Draco and Harry, they were both still somewhat childish.
Now, all three of them have become teenagers.
When she walked out of the room and ran into Draco who had already changed his clothes, she was slightly stunned.
The young man was tall and slender, with meticulously groomed platinum hair. He wore a pure black suit, a black shirt, and a scarf. He looked cold and arrogant, with a bit of Malfoy's unique temperament.
Amanta was stunned for a rare moment.
Draco looked at her too.
His eyes were indifferent, but when he looked at her, he revealed emotions that shouldn't be there.
The tips of his ears turned slightly red. He suppressed all his emotions, coughed, and turned his face away: "Does the clothes fit?"
"Well, it's very suitable." Amanta suddenly realized that she was distracted and lowered her eyes.
Harry also came out of the room at this time.
He changed into the brown and beige casual suit Draco had prepared for him.
Compared to the wizard robes that always looked loose on him, this outfit made him look less sloppy and more sunny and refreshing.
"Not bad, Draco." Harry twisted his body and looked at himself in the mirror at the end of the corridor. He seemed to have acquired some of Draco's narcissism. "It seems that you have good taste."
"Nonsense." Draco raised his chin proudly, "I won't let you two embarrass the Malfoy family in the World Cup."