Chapter 1
In a room filled with gold Galleons, an 11-year-old girl with light golden hair was lying on the open ground. Her skin was whiter than the walls, and her eyes were closed, looking extremely peaceful. If someone were here, they would probably think that the girl was dead.
The girl opened her eyes and looked at this strange place with confusion. Here... were many gold coins... Who was she? Where was she? Why did she come here at night?
...She couldn't remember anything. What was this? She felt a notebook in her coat pocket and quickly opened it. The first page was filled with words.
Your name is Ayala Turner. You are a pure-blood wizard. The wizards in your magical world are divided into pure-blood, half-blood, and Muggle. You have an aunt named Isabel Turner. You have a key in your other pocket, which can open the vault of Gringotts. Gringotts stores gold Galleons, and you can buy many things with gold Galleons.
If you are 11 years old, you will go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The pocket that contains your keys also contains your shopping list. After buying the items on it, go to the Leaky Cauldron, where you can buy Floo powder. Take the Floo powder and stand in the fireplace there. Speak the address to go to the place you want to go (the address is written on the second page. That is your home. Your aunt is inside. Good luck.)
There was an address written on the second page. Ayala put the notebook back and looked in another pocket, where he found a key and a piece of paper.
There were a lot of things written on the paper, and the address where each item could be purchased was written next to it with a different color pen. She stood up and wanted to see if there was anything else on her. Finally, she found two bags that were just enough to hold the gold galleons.
When she walked out, she was shocked by the bustling scene in front of her. The streets were full of people. Ayala felt a little...uncomfortable. This discomfort was not a psychological feeling, but a physiological feeling. She couldn't help but cover her ears when she heard the noisy sounds... What kind of person is she?
There were three sets of plain robes written on it, and Madam Malkin's Robe Shop was marked next to it. She habitually avoided human contact and shrank her body until she found the shop more than ten minutes later.
Everyone here... makes her feel an inexplicable resistance. She always feels that these people are very different from her, but she can't tell what the difference is.
"Child, are you here to buy your Hogwarts uniform?"
A friendly-looking woman stood in the room and smiled at her.
"……Yes."
"Come in and get measured, son."
There were two small platforms in the inner room. Ayala stood on the one on the right. Even though she was just using a tape measure to measure the size, she subconsciously avoided any contact, and it took her a while to get the measurement right.
"We have this size in stock in the store. No need to wait, we can get it now."
Another woman quickly packed the clothes and came up to hand them to her. She took them and said thank you stiffly.
Next was the list of books. There was a sign next to it saying "Flourish and Blotts Bookstore." She continued looking. This store was quite conspicuous, had a good location, and was crowded.
…But there were so many books on the list, how could she possibly find them all at once? Once inside, she no longer worried about this problem, because right under a bookshelf, there were piles and piles of bundled books, specially marked for first, second, and third grades…
Does the note say what grade she's in? But this list looks like a freshman's shopping list, so first grade, I guess.
She picked up a stack of books, and inexplicably felt that this large stack of books was very light for her.
"Hello?"
...Who? Ayala turned around and saw a red-haired girl with green eyes, who looked about the same age as her.
"What's the matter?"
"Um, could you help me get a stack? There are too many people and I can't reach it."
She bent down, picked up another stack and handed it to her.
"Thank you, I'm Lily Evans—"
Ayala ignored her and walked straight to the cashier. Next she bought a bunch of items such as a scale, a crucible, a potion tube, a telescope... After buying all these, she looked at the last item that had not been checked.
The wand was marked with Ollivander's Wand Shop. She had been searching for a long time before she found the shop, which was in a remote corner.
She pushed open the glass door and saw a room filled with shelves and wand boxes.
“…Is anyone there?”
Soon, a white-haired old man walked out from the pile of shelves. He looked at Ayala with a dazed expression.
"Are you a Muggle, child?"
"...I'm a pureblood."
She remembered what was written in her notes and blurted it out quickly.
"...Really? But I can't remember your parents, yet you seem very familiar to me."
"I'm here to buy a wand."
"Oh, of course. Which is your dominant hand?"
"…right hand, probably."
She just picked up things subconsciously with her right hand.
The old man muttered to himself something she couldn't understand, walked into the shelf closest to the wall, and after a long time he took out a wand box covered with dust. In the box was a wooden stick, white, smooth and straight, without any superfluous decorations.
"Try it. Pick it up and give it a try."
…Ayala reached out and picked up the “magic wand” and waved it… There was no reaction, but her body seemed to be a little warm, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
"How do you feel, kid?"
"…I feel a little warm inside."
"It chose you. It's made of ash wood, night unicorn tail feathers, eleven inches, and extremely hard. This wand wasn't made by me, but by one of my ancestors. When he passed away, he even thought this wand couldn't be sold. It's not like it hasn't been taken out before, but it hasn't reacted once."
“…”
"Pear is talkative, chestnut is lazy, ash is stubborn, and hazel is delicate. This is my firm belief. The witches and wizards who are best suited to ash wands are those who are not easily swayed from their views and goals. However, the ideal owner of such a wand is someone who may be stubborn, certainly brave, but never rude or arrogant. Use it wisely, child."
For some reason, when Ayala touched it, she felt a sense of familiarity, but she obviously couldn't remember anything.
She noticed a note below the list saying students could bring pets, a toad, a cat, or an owl. She looked up and found herself standing in front of a pet shop.
"Child, do you want to buy an owl? It can help you deliver mail."
"Deliver a message?"
This was a new word, and Ayala was a little curious.
"Then I'll take the white one."
She subconsciously fell in love with the white owl at the door and decided to call it... Tara.
She returned to her "home" through the method described in the notes, and met the aunt mentioned in the notes, a woman with light golden hair who looked very elegant. For some reason, when she saw this aunt, she felt an inexplicable sense of belonging in her heart, a feeling she had not felt all day.
…It’s like I’ve found my own companion.
After finishing a dinner, Ayala went to look in the mirror and she didn’t know what she looked like, which was something that bothered her.
The girl in the mirror looked like her aunt, with long light golden hair, light green eyes, and unusually white skin. No one Ayala had met today had skin as white as hers... For some reason, she felt that the person in the mirror was a little blurry. When she tried to see any part of her body clearly, she would feel fog in front of her eyes.
There were too many things she didn't know. This body was clearly her own, but there were so many abnormalities and subconscious reactions that she was not familiar with.
Her home is a three-story villa with a back garden. Ayala's room is extremely simple. She can't even know what she likes from this kind of room. White sheets, white walls, white table, white chairs, white wardrobe, and even the clothes in the wardrobe are all white. She is also wearing white when she wakes up. Not only that, even the house and everything in the house are white.
White, she wrote the word in the notebook on her body. Ayala thought about it and wrote "afraid of contact with people" and... stubborn, that's what the old man who sold her the wand today said.
She fell asleep before she finished writing.
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