Led by Madam Malkin into the shop, Vera simply glanced around.
The shop was more spacious than she had imagined, with various styles of robes hanging on several racks, and a huge three-sided mirror in the corner.
To her surprise, there was already a customer in the shop—a pale-blond boy standing on a footstool, letting an automatic measuring tape slither around him to take measurements.
“It will be ready soon, young man.” A Witch said to the boy.
The boy turned his head, and his gray eyes flashed with a hint of surprise when he saw Vera’s wheelchair.
He raised his chin and asked in a tone carrying obvious superiority: “Are you also a first-year student at Hogwarts this year?”
Vera calmly met his gaze: “Yes.”
“I am Draco Malfoy.” The boy proudly stated his name, but his eyes kept staring at her wheelchair: “What happened to your legs…?”
Vera narrowed her eyes, thought for a moment, and briefly replied: “Sequelae of a car accident.”
Draco seemed dissatisfied with her cold reaction, jumped down from the footstool, and walked up to her: “Do you know the Malfoy Family? My father is one of the school governors.”
“Of course I do.” Vera raised her head, a trace of amusement flashing in her dark pupils: “One of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, with multiple intermarriage ties with the Black Family.”
Draco’s eyes widened: “You’re from the Black Family?”
His attitude immediately underwent a subtle change: “My mother is from the Black Family! Narcissa Malfoy, you must know her!”
“Of course.” Vera nodded: “By seniority, she is my aunt.”
“So we’re cousins?” Draco said excitedly, completely forgetting his initial arrogant attitude: “Then you’ll enter Slytherin, right? All pure-bloods go to Slytherin.”
“Perhaps.” Vera was noncommittal, wheeling herself over to the footstool.
With Madam Malkin’s help, she smoothly transferred from the wheelchair to the footstool, and the automatic measuring tape immediately started working.
Draco stood aside, watching the tape measure dance around her, and couldn’t help lowering his voice, saying mysteriously: “You must have heard, Hogwarts is going to welcome that savior this year!”
Vera didn’t answer, quietly waiting for the measurement to finish.
Madam Malkin had specially chosen a standard set for her, considerately taking into consideration the convenience of wheelchair use, and made special treatments at the hem of the robes.
Seeing that she didn’t respond, Draco found himself rebuffed and bluntly said: “My father says we should probably make friends with Potter.” Read this novel at novelping(.)com for the best experience.
Vera glanced at him, feeling that the person before her, compared to the savior just now, was really a bit boring.
“However—” Draco suddenly changed the subject, sweeping a disgusted look at Vera’s wheelchair: “Looking like this, let alone making friends, can you really go to Hogwarts? I heard there are stairs everywhere there.”
Vera’s fingers tightened slightly, but her face remained calm: “Thanks for your concern, but I think Hogwarts should have a way to solve this problem.”
“Hmph, I hope so.” Draco shrugged: “I certainly don’t want to see you fall down the stairs on your first day of school.”
He didn’t deliberately cover his voice, and for a moment attracted the attention of several students and parents in the shop.
A trace of coldness flashed in Vera’s eyes.
She raised her head and lowered her voice beside him: “Cousin Draco, do you know? There is a disease in the Muggle world whose symptom is always pointing fingers at other people’s business.”
Draco’s face instantly turned bright red: “You—”
“I suggest you go to St. Mungos for a checkup.” Vera continued in a calm tone: “After all, it’s only right to care about a cousin’s health, isn’t it?”
Draco’s complexion turned from red to white, a flash of annoyance crossing his gray-blue eyes: “How dare you talk to me like that! You disabled person who can’t even walk—”
Before he finished speaking, the shop door was suddenly pushed open, and a petite figure strode in with quite an imposing manner.
“Apologize to her!” Harry stood in front of Vera with an angry voice: “What you said just now was too much!”
Vera raised her head, looking somewhat surprised at Harry shielding her front.
That petite body was tensed rigidly, fists clenched white, and green eyes behind the glasses burned with the fire of anger.
Clearly not as tall as Draco, yet stubbornly blocking in front of the wheelchair refusing to give ground.
Like a fluffed-up kitten.
Vera didn’t know where she got this association from, but since the savior had already stood up for her, she secretly withdrew the wand she had been charging in her sleeve.
Draco obviously didn’t expect someone to suddenly rush out and accuse him, taking a step back with eyes widened round: “Who are you? What right do you have to mind my business?”
“Potter?” Draco’s expression instantly became colorful, looking Harry up and down, his gaze lingering on the scar on her forehead for a moment: “You’re that Potter who defeated You-Know-Who? I heard my father say—”
“I don’t care what your father said,” Harry interrupted him with a frown: “I only know that what you said just now has offended my friend!”
Vera sat quietly in the wheelchair, and hearing herself called a friend by a girl she had known for less than ten minutes, her heart inevitably felt a bit subtle.
This savior was simply too familiar too quickly.
An unnatural flush appeared on Draco’s pale face.
He looked at Harry, then at Vera sitting in the wheelchair, and finally gritted his teeth: “I—I’m just stating facts! Going to Hogwarts looking like this, she’ll just be mocked anyway!”
Harry’s fists clenched tighter, raising them eagerly, seemingly ready to pounce and punch him at any moment.
Facing a savior who was completely unwilling to reason with him, Draco could only turn around and want to leave with a lack of confidence, yet deliberately bumped into Harry as he passed by her.
Harry stumbled, almost falling.
Vera was quick-witted and grabbed her wrist, steadying her.
“Thanks.” Harry said softly, her cheeks turning a bit red.
Vera let her hand go and gently shook her head: “No need to conflict with him for my sake.”
“But he talked about you like that—” Harry frowned: “So annoying!”
Vera looked at Harry’s serious expression, suddenly finding it somewhat amusing.
The savior of this world seemed much more impulsive than in the original book, and also much more… pure.
“…What’s wrong? Did I say anything wrong just now?” Harry felt somewhat fidgety under her gaze.
Vera withdrew her gaze and gently shook her head: “I just didn’t expect you to follow.”
“Not follow, met again!” Harry strongly emphasized once more, and under Vera’s gaze, her tone gradually grew a bit guilty: “Fortunately I met you again.”
Vera gazed at Harry’s slightly red ear tips, a light arc hooking up the corner of her mouth.
“Thank you,” she said softly.