Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Twenty minutes later, Harley, fully dressed, sat at the dining table. She saw her uncle and aunt huddled in horror on the sofa in the living room, Dudley squeezed between them, even breathing a little hard, they didn't even dare to breathe.

Looks like the professor did something to them...

She looked down at the letter in her hand: "...well, a wizarding school? Is that what I think it is?"

Snape tried to make his expression look milder, but he spoke like Tom Hanks, who was trapped on a desert island for ten years: "Yes...this year will be a little different, but It's still teaching people how to master magic."

Harry looked at the letter in her hand again, and suddenly asked, "Do you know me?"

Snape looked at her, the sun shining on her through the window behind the kitchen, and even the dust in the air was clearly visible. Her red hair, those emerald eyes... for a moment, Snape thought he was back in time.

For some reason, instead of answering the question, he shifted the subject jerky: "Miss Potter...if you want, I can take you now for pre-entry preparations. We'll be in September School officially starts on the 1st, so there are still two days..."

Harry smiled and pushed her glasses. "You really can't talk to people, Professor Snape."

"I don't think I have a choice, though." Harry shrugged nonchalantly, gulping down the cup of warm Dudley's milk in front of her before saying, "So, how are we going to get there?"

"Don't you need to bring anything? Like a change of clothes or something?"

"Ah, I only have three clothes that can be changed, and they are all shabby." The girl scratched the back of her head a little embarrassedly, but her smile was still bright: "Let's go now?"

Snape was carrying the suitcase, and Harry followed him out the door empty-handed. They came to a secluded corner of the community, Snape closed his eyes, he calmly mobilized the magic power prepared in advance for meditation, and opened a portal. Behind the door was a place where Harry had never been before, and the street was neat and tidy. Clean, well-decorated shop with big flashing light signs. Snape noticed the girl's cramp, and he stepped forward into the portal and gestured for the girl to hold it with a hand. Harry felt a strange shudder as he stepped through the portal, and just like that, they came to London's high street.

"I thought wizards were going to be a little weirder."

"This...isn't a place for wizards."

For some reason, he couldn't even say the word Muggle, and instead used an unfamiliar word: "This is where ordinary people buy their clothes..."

"Oh!" Harry looked a little uneasy, and Snape only realized that the girl's indifference in that nightmarish room just now was just an illusion of self-preservation. Halle pinched her large, tattered sleeves, she wanted to say something. But Snape just pulled her forward, with a firm tone: "In order not to cause you a little trouble with Hogwarts' image, I think you need some new clothes, Miss Potter."

He looked up so that Harry wouldn't see his expression, but he didn't see Harry's either. It was a distressing smile.

They walked into a high-end clothing store, men's, women's, children's clothing, everything. Snape commanded the clerk in a condescending tone: "Please find some suitable clothes for this lady, money is not a problem. Ten sets of summer and winter clothes, I also need socks. Stockings, socks, wool socks. Ten pairs. Prepare another five pairs of shoes."

The clerk looked at Snape's eyes as if glowing: "Okay! Sir!"

Halle tugged Rasnap's sleeve, and she whispered, "Wouldn't that be too expensive, Professor?"

Snape glanced at her,

Trying to pull a reassuring smile on his face. But his degraded facial muscles were clearly unable to allow him to make such a friendly expression, so his grimacing rather than smiling expression made Harry burst out laughing.

Snape turned his face away, and he murmured, "Okay, okay. That's enough."

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Two hours later, Harry emerged from Gringotts in a fitted black suit with a new pair of glasses. Snape followed behind him like a butler. The rest of Harry's clothes are in his black suitcase. Harley, who put on a high-end custom suit, also cut her hair short at this time. The red hair on her head was no longer messy, but her hair was cut into ear-length pieces. She was happily humming a song that Snape didn't understand, and from time to time she looked back at him and squinted and smiled.

"It's a strange feeling to be a millionaire, professor. But it's not as good as finding out that everyone here seems to know me."

She greeted a hunchbacked wizard in black robes who brushed past her, and the guy was surprised. Snape stared at him coldly until the guy ran away sullenly.

He followed Harry, mulling over his words: "You are... well-known indeed."

Harry turned his back to Snape, he couldn't see the girl's expression, only heard her voice: "Really?"

Snape stepped forward, and he motioned for the girl to follow him: "I had to buy you wizard robes and wands, textbooks, and a bunch of miscellaneous things. But this year we have a new way, these things can be put away without buying. .UU Reading www.uukanshu.com”

He took Harry to the door of a noisy pet store, pushed the door open and let Harry in: "But you have to have a pet... owl, toad, or cat."

Harry wandered around the store, and the animals shrank when they saw her, as if they were afraid of something. The female owner of the pet shop wanted to introduce her, but Snape just made a simple gesture to let Harry choose.

"I don't know...Professor, they all seem a little scared of me."

"It doesn't matter. You choose them, not them. Just choose the one you like." Snape answered the girl's question calmly. He took out a pile of gold Galleons from his briefcase and threw it to the female shopkeeper.

Harry ran among the owls. The owls in the cages were of different colors, but they all turned away from her. She ran to the display window of the toads again, and they didn't even make a sound, they looked motionless as if they were dead. And the cats simply ran to every corner to hide.

Harry turned back to Snape and gave Snape an apologetic smile, thinking it was her own fault that made the animals so perverted: "Sorry, Professor. Seems like they don't really like me. But it's alright, I've been this way since I was a kid. ."

Snape took Jin Galleon out of the shopkeeper's reluctant hand and put it in his trouser pocket. Pulling Harry out the door, he asked, "So, do you have any favorite animals?"

The girl tilted her head under the gloomy London sky for a moment, her red hair so conspicuous: "Ah, snake, can you?"

Snape pursed his lips and replied, "Usually not."

The girl's eyes dimmed.

He continued: "But I'm a professor...so, yes."