Senna somehow found a batch of jewelry, sparkling and dazzling, including amber, tourmaline, obsidian, and even a few diamonds.
"Just ordinary protective effects, nothing too flashy," Senna glanced at Lys's confused expression. "Is there a problem?"
"What is... ordinary?" Lys had been studying alchemy on her own and hadn't seen others' works, so she had no idea what her mother meant by 'ordinary.'
Senna raised her eyebrows and cast a spell, "About two to three protective spells like this will break them."
With a clear standard, Lys began working. Except for the amber, which kept having various issues, all other materials were smoothly inscribed with magic runes and fixed with spells.
The shop in Diagon Alley also opened for business. On days without a full moon, Noah would work as the cashier, only needing to sit and watch the bustling crowd through a one-way mirror, feeling quite sentimental.
After half a month, the jewelry store located in a secluded corner attracted many wizards' attention. The alchemical accessories sold there were unlike those currently on the market, with outdated styles and limited choices. The store offered a variety of styles and protective strengths, and despite being a bit pricey, customers could choose freely.
It was very appealing to those wealthy women who spent their days attending banquets and shopping, even slightly affluent ordinary families would come to take a look.
Nowadays, alchemists found making protective gear boring and worthless.
Any alchemist who reached a certain level believed that pursuing the Philosopher's Stone for immortality was the ultimate goal of alchemy. After all, the most famous alchemist, Nicolas Flamel, was now 600 years old, and who wouldn't want to pursue eternal life?
According to rumors, the Philosopher's Stone not only grants immortality but can also turn metal into gold, ensuring both the length and quality of life.
Those who didn't pursue these aspects were curious about the life magic related to it.
Therefore, very few alchemists would willingly create protective gear; only when they were short of money would they produce a few pieces to replenish their materials.
This resulted in only wealthy nobles occasionally being able to buy suitable protective gear, while ordinary civilians had no chance to purchase good items.
The store was always crowded, which troubled Senna. She wanted to leave but worried about Noah and her daughter causing trouble in the shop. Neither of them could Apparate, so they couldn't escape!
She could only stay behind the counter, lamenting her lost cauldron.
But Noah was very happy, maneuvering his increasingly shiny wheelchair every day, clinking and clanking the magical chains on his legs as he wandered around.
And Lys? She was puzzled, weren't wizards supposed to be rare? Why were there people coming to buy every day?
Although she could easily complete such level of work, the repetitive and tedious tasks were hard to endure, especially since she had many books left unread.
She hadn't slept well for a long time to squeeze in time for reading...
Finally, Senna decided to limit the stock and introduced a weekly custom service, with a draw to decide the lucky customer. But unexpectedly, this made the shop even more popular, with people coming every day, afraid they wouldn't be able to buy anything.
Even house-elves lined up, and after failing to win the draw, they banged their heads on the ground outside the shop.
Soon, Senna closed the shop, finding it too frightening. She felt that if it continued, they would be targeted.
They claimed that the previous stock had sold out and closed the shop.
However, closing the shop was a pity, and Noah was even saddened. After over a decade of solitude in his room, he had developed a retaliatory fondness for being among people.
To comfort him, Senna opened a reading room for him, using some of the peripheral books from the Lam family.
Finally, after a month-long school holiday, Lys had time to rest. She went to a stationery store to buy a stack of quills and some notebooks, starting to organize the books she had read and the knowledge she had acquired.
After an overall review, Lys began reading books with a focus, then studied Noah's wheelchair. When the wheelchair was halfway dismantled, Lys suddenly realized it needed replacing, and she couldn't and didn't want her father to spend his life in a wheelchair.
Taking advantage of Senna coming to give Noah his medicine, Lys went to find Ollivander. "Sir, a sturdy piece of cypress wood, I'd like to make a cane. Do you think I can trade it with this?"
Lys took out a pair of cufflinks with protective functions as payment, given she had spent all her money a month ago...
But she accidentally pulled out an automatic measuring tape from her bag.
"Hmm, the child of the new shop owner in the alley, right? Oh, of course. Noble, fearless of shadows and sacrifice, cypress wood. Let me see, how about this one? It will surely suit that passionate gentleman."
The tape measure fell at Lys's feet and automatically measured the wood, from length and diameter to the circumference at different thicknesses, all measured accurately.
Ollivander didn't take the cufflinks as payment but gestured to Lys for the tape measure, "This tape measure is interesting, isn't it?"
Lys returned to the store with the cypress wood and began planning, experimenting on the wheelchair. Eventually, Noah could freely maneuver the wheelchair with the presence of magical spheres and even cast some simple spells.
Seeing Noah invigorated, Senna happily drank half a bottle of sweet wine herself.
As for the cane, Lys hadn't finished it yet; the materials were insufficient, and her knowledge was lacking. But Lys wasn't in a hurry, knowing there was still a long way before her father could stand.
She wanted to achieve the best, the finest.
Thus... she tapped the knot in the wood with her fingers, thinking, this life is wonderful...
She didn't want to let go at all.
When Senna wasn't around, she strictly required Lys to stay by Noah's side. If there was space for a cauldron in the shop, Senna would likely stay with Noah without leaving his side.
Lys was reading when an owl brought her report card.
Dear Miss Stalys Black, here are your fourth-year grades at Hogwarts:
O (Outstanding) E (Exceeds Expectations) A (Acceptable) P (Poor) D (Dreadful) T (Troll)
Transfiguration O Astronomy O Charms O Defense Against the Dark Arts O Runes O Herbology E Potions E Care of Magical Creatures E History of Magic D
Please have your guardian send a letter to Professor Slughorn, Head of Slytherin House at Hogwarts, along with your Hogsmeade permission slip for next term.
After reading Lys's grades, Noah repeated what he had said to Senna.
"My little star is like you."
Excellent, resilient, strong.
"And like you, Noah. Haven't you noticed? This child is more sensitive and thoughtful than you. I dare say she'll definitely be called in before graduation for fighting." Senna had to remind Noah in advance, in case the child couldn't hold back one day, and Noah couldn't handle disappointment or unhappiness.
Noah smiled slightly, leaning back in his wheelchair. How could he be unhappy?
The expectations that once overwhelmed him and his mother were now being fulfilled by his daughter.
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