Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

In the end, Harley found her favorite snake.

They spent half an hour in the dark corner of Diagon Alley for this pretty silver-grey snake. Harry insisted not to pay Snape's money, and she finally spent thirty gold Galleons to buy this snake, which, according to the black-robed wizard, had "rare blood, non-toxic and docile, and had the ability to predict danger". It was now wrapped around Harry's right wrist motionless.

Snape's eyes were fixed on the snake, which he had checked and found to be non-venomous. But it's debatable whether it's docile - it seems that it's more than docile to wrap around Harry's wrist as soon as they meet.

In addition to these chores, Harley also showed a strong interest in playing. Although Snape didn't have the slightest fondness for this filthy place. But since Harry likes it, it's not impossible to stroll around. Harry bought two vanilla ice creams and gave Snape one. The girl's eyes began to light up when she learned that there was such a flavor. She said that the only ice cream she had ever had was this flavor.

Snape frowned and took a sip of vanilla ice cream. They took their seats outside the ice cream shop, and Harry looked at him expectantly. "Is it delicious, Professor?"

He didn't know how to describe the taste, so he could only frown and try to express, "It's...weird. It's a little too sweet for me."

"You need to eat more ice cream, Professor. Or something sweet. It'll make you feel better, and you won't be so sad all the time."

"Do I have it?"

"Of course! I thought you were a government agent when I saw you this morning! Your expression looked so scary!"

"..." Snape was silent. Although he didn't know what an agent was, it was obviously not a good word.

He started eating ice cream quickly.

Harry squinted and smiled, she wiped out her share in two or three bites, and then raised her hand to signal for another, a larger one.

Snape didn't ask for a second copy. He took out a ticket from the black suitcase, which said it was a September 1st ticket for platform nine and three-quarters of King's Road Station. Snape handed Harry the ticket, and he said, "Looks like you'll need to stay here for two days. I'll be back to pick you up on the first of September. Freshmen will be on the Hogwarts Express. School, it's a tradition."

Harry lifted her face from the big tub of vanilla ice cream, swallowed the ice cream in her mouth, and said, "Where are you staying? The Leaky Cauldron we just went to? I see there is a lodging service there."

Snape was suddenly silent again, finding that he couldn't let the kid live in the Leaky Cauldron by himself, and just thinking about it was unbearable. Snape said simply, "No, we're going to... ordinary people's, high-end hotels."

That night, Snape opened two rooms in an upscale hotel, his room opposite Harry.

When the clerk at the front desk wondered why your father and daughter needed to open two rooms, Snape's face flushed red and he couldn't even speak. And Harry turned his back and snickered.

They spent two pleasant days in London, one in Diagon Alley and one in a London children's amusement park. Happy times are fleeting. At 10:30 in the morning on September 1, they showed up at the King's Road Station on time. People come and go here. Snape took Harry to the wicket between the ninth and tenth platforms, and he deliberately stopped to explain: "That's it, Harry. It's been spelled here... Ma, I mean Ordinary people can't see this special platform. Wizards can't see it in most cases. But it's there, so you just have to walk over it."

"What about you, Professor?" Harry asked, holding Snape's hand tightly, looking up.

"...you'll meet me at Hogwarts. During this time you can get acquainted with your future classmates,

Meet new people...etc. ' said Snape dryly, handing Harry the black suitcase in his hand.

But the girl didn't show any more emotion. She took the suitcase with a smile, waved goodbye to Snape, and rushed into the platform nine and three-quarters. Snape was standing outside, and a man who passed by looked at him with tears in his eyes, but came over and patted him on the shoulder: "Alas, man. I understand, it's not a good idea to send the children away from home to study. Easy, alas. I get it..."

His wife quickly pulled him away, giving Snape an apologetic smile.

Snape stood blankly in the crowded station, no one knew what he was thinking.

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A bright red steam locomotive is waiting to set off on a crowded platform.

A sign in the middle of the front of the train clearly reads "The Hogwarts Express Train departs at 11 o'clock" in large characters. Harry turned around and found that the place where the ticket box had been placed was now an iron gate marked "Platform Nine and Three Quarters".

It seems that what Professor Snape said is true. This 'second world' is really amazing. Harry thought.

The mist from the steam locomotives gathered over the heads of the chattering crowd, and cats of various colors spun around at the feet of the people. The owls barked at each other in an unpleasant way. Their cry drowned out the noises people make when dragging, pulling, slapping, and knocking on heavy suitcases. The first few carriages were already full of students. Some students in the car stuck their heads out of the windows to chat with their relatives, and some were still fighting for seats. In stark contrast to those pushing heavy suitcases, Halle swayed the black suitcase in her hand lightly and casually and walked into the carriage.

She found an unmanned carriage at the rear of the train and sat in it. With a calm smile on his face, as if he is not worried at all about this unfamiliar environment. A red-haired boy pushed open the door of the carriage, pushed his big suitcase in with difficulty, and put it in a corner of the box. He glanced at Harry, looked away, and looked again. As if he had forgotten how to walk, he stiffly came to the seat opposite Harry and sat down.

The boy tried to speak, and he coughed uneasily: "Cough-cough! Um, uh, that, hello..."

"Hello!" Harry held out his hand, startled by the warm greeting. He became even more nervous, swallowed, and shook hands with Harry: "I, my name is Ron Weasley."

"Harry Potter."

Harry saw Ron's eyes staring at the boss. He looked like a short-circuited robot now, and Harry let out a laugh. She said, "What's the matter? Why do you always Does anyone look like this when they hear my name?"

"You you you you you are that..." Ron took a deep breath and lowered his voice as if Harry's name was some sacred word: "Harry Potter?"

"Do I still have to prove I'm Harry Potter?"

Ron said something that instantly made him want to turn back time: "Yes! The scar on your forehead!"

God what did I say, isn't that the equivalent of exposing her scar, Ron Weasley, you're an idiot! Ron thought desperately, he couldn't believe he said this without thinking at all.

But Harry wasn't angry, she just calmly pulled the red shattered hair off her forehead so that Ron could see the lightning-shaped scar.

"God..." Ron stared at the scar as if he had seen some miracle.

"Do you remember anything? I mean... oh! Forget it! Just pretend I didn't say anything! I really asked a stupid question." Ron said something that made him want to slap himself twice With a slap in the face, he lay back in frustration.

"Green light." Harry wasn't angry, she didn't seem to care about the somewhat offensive question, and even laughed again. Her tone was flat, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with herself: "I only remember a few wisps of green light."

Ron whispered, "I'm sorry...but that guy's been arrested..."

"that person?"

"do not you know?"

They were staring wide-eyed in the box when a girl in brand new Hogwarts robes pushed open the box door with a weeping, round-faced boy.