The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 261 Shopping in Diagon Alley

Chapter 261 Shopping in Diagon Alley

On a weekend morning, Diagon Alley was still bustling with people. As the center of the British wizarding world, it was always crowded, even when the sun had just risen.

Some wizards were there to buy the freshest herbs, some had just finished a party the night before, and others were dressed like dark wizards, definitely sneaky guys trying to buy some contraband.

Of course, this should not include our Professor Hamilton from Hogwarts.

She carefully moved among the wizards, wrapped in a black robe. Although she was no longer nervous in front of so many people, she still tried her best to avoid everyone, even though she would occasionally almost trip over them.

This made Nagini, who was following behind her, smile.

"Nagini—Miss Nagini—this should be the place, right?"

Soon, the two arrived at their destination, a small place that almost every British wizard knew about.

Madam Malkin's Robe Shop.

Every Hogwarts student's uniform is bought from here, and Royla's robe was also bought from here.

However, the experience of shopping last time wasn't very good—Loila still remembers being mistaken for a student—

However, Mrs. Malkin's craftsmanship was indeed excellent; she was very satisfied with the robe she had made for herself.

I'm so satisfied that I haven't changed it even after wearing it for over a year.

"Oh—we have guests so early?" Seeing the two guests enter, Madam Malkin looked up, glanced at them, and then said with some surprise, "Hogwarts students?"

"Why now—"

"Um, I'm not—I'm not a student." Loila had to purse her lips and explain, then carefully took off her hood.

"Ah—it's Professor Hamilton." Madam Malkin smiled upon seeing the familiar silver hair. "I apologize, our highly sought-after magic array scholar."

"No—don't say that—" Loila quickly waved her hand.

"So, Miss Hamilton, what robe are you here to buy today?" Madam Malkin said, slowly rising and walking to Loila's side. Then, she reached out and gently lifted Loila's silver hair, beneath Nagini's slightly furrowed brow.

"What beautiful silver hair! We happen to have a new robe—though it's designed for students, Miss Hamilton would absolutely love it—"

"She's here to buy a dress for the Christmas dinner," Nagini said, clearing her throat. "She needs a proper, elegant dress that will stand out even at a pure-blood family's banquet."

"Is that so?"

"Ah—no, no—" Upon hearing the word "attractive," Loila quickly raised her head: "Don't be so—so attention-grabbing."

"Just make it ordinary."

"I understand now." Madam Malkin smiled and waved her wand, summoning four or five gowns from the long dresses hanging on the wall.

The robes suddenly surrounded Loila, causing her to involuntarily take a few steps back.

"Which of these robes has caught Miss Hamilton's eye?"

Under Mrs. Malkin's questioning, Loila carefully examined the dresses around her.

It must be said that Madam Malkin's craftsmanship is truly superb—Loila felt that these dresses were all very beautiful just by looking at them, and if Miss Nagini wore them, she would definitely look like one of those noble ladies.

It's a pity I bought it for myself. ——— So it definitely ——— won't look very good on me. ———

Loila was quite self-aware of her students' figures.

"How about this one?" Nagini immediately spotted one of the dresses. She walked over to Loila, casually picked up the purple gown, and said, "The color of this dress is so beautiful—it must look amazing with your hair—"

"Why don't you give it a try?"

"Oh—I—" Loila actually just wanted to pick out a black robe and leave—but after Miss Nagini asked her that, she suddenly felt like—wanting to try it on.

Although this dress is a bit revealing—high—

But this was indeed a field she had never tried before—a purple evening gown with a slit and adorned with silver stars—it looked beautiful just to look at it.

As Nagini watched Loila walk into the fitting room with the long dress, her gaze shifted to the other dresses—

I never expected this clothing store to have so many nice clothes.

Nagini's eyes lingered on a slightly retro Lolita dress. Loira would look beautiful in it, wouldn't she? Just as adorable as a little princess!

This one's nice too—she spotted another long black and red dress, embroidered with a red spider lily—it had a cool, aloof vibe, just like Loila's style.

And this one too—

Ah—the more Nagini looked, the more she felt like a mother accompanying her daughter shopping—

However, it would be really nice to have such a cute daughter.

Hopefully, her return to the Hamilton family will leave those pure-blood wizards speechless with astonishment.

However—Nagini seemed to sense something and looked towards the fitting room. Had she been trying on clothes for too long?

So she walked to the fitting room door and asked softly, "Loira, have you finished trying on the clothes?"

"Ugh!"

She heard gasps of surprise coming from the fitting room, followed by a flurry of footsteps.

"What's wrong, Loila?"

"I—I—" Loila's voice seemed to carry a sob. Nagini, without thinking, pulled open the curtain of the fitting room.

Then—she saw a girl with a flushed face, her hands wrapped around her chest.

"What's going on?" Nagini blinked, blocking Madam Morkin's curious craning head forward.

"Ugh!" Loila's nose twitched, and she looked up at her with teary eyes.

"Nagini—Miss Nagini—"

"Is this normal?" she said, slowly opening her arms. As she moved, her long dress fell down uncontrollably.

"Why!"

She immediately tightened her grip on her long skirt with both hands.

"Ah—in that case—" Although the time was short, Nagini had already figured out the reason—

—The reason might lie with Miss Hamilton—

In terms of physique.

How should I put it—perhaps it's quite typical of a fourteen-year-old Hogwarts student—

Shouldn't it look like this?

In other words, this dress, with its rather daring chest design, seems a bit flimsy, because it can't support a certain area, causing the dress to slip down uncontrollably.

As if reading this meaning from Miss Nagini's eyes, Loila pursed her lips and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Ah—it's alright—it's alright, Loila," Nagini quickly said upon seeing this. "We can try something else, right?"

"Madam Malkin, do you have—do you have a more suitable robe?"

"Ah, that's right, it's a robe."

"The lining?"

"A shirt will do."

In the end, Loila bought a black robe that was somewhat similar to her previous robe, but more ornate—and a white shirt.

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