It took me a morning of wandering around the Muggle fair to find a diary that suited my taste, and Albus mentioned to me yesterday that he had finished his diary and was looking to replace it.Believe me, the only reason I had been picking out the diary myself all morning was to help Albus improve his taste. His over-colorful hobbies really hurt my eyes.
Last night when I were hooting with Albus, we had a little argument about whether dragon\'s blood could heal magic damage. Of course, without the dragon\'s blood and the actual case, none of us could convince anyone. I searched Bathilda\'s study for more than a dozen books about dragon\'s blood, but still couldn\'t find any clue. Finally, I was so tired that I slept in the study until nine o \'clock in the morning.
Charlotte (Albus\'s owl, a pretty girl, and with a sweet tooth like her master\'s) piled parchment paper near my desk. I regretted for not returning messages, and was touched by Albus\'s concern that making sure I got up every hour in the morning.
Bathilda\'s breakfast was still delicious. She\'s happy that I could find friends here to talk to. When I went to Dumbledore\'s house after breakfast, Albus didn\'t seem keen to talk to me. He said he was too busy looking after his sister and brother to spend time with me. So I wandered off to the Muggle Fair.
When I bought it, the Muggle said that it was a popular thing for young men and women nowadays , that the British call it the Exchange diary for two (I hope I spelled it correctly). And as a gift, I hoped Albus wouldn\'t be mad at me for not answering him last night.