Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Twenty minutes later, Harry, who was fully dressed, sat at the dining table. She saw her uncle and aunt huddled on the sofa in the living room with frightened faces. Dudley was squeezed between them, and it was even difficult to breathe. They

He didn't even dare to take a breath.

It seems the professor did something to them...

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

Snape tried hard to look gentle, but he spoke like Tom Hanks who had been trapped on a desert island for more than ten years: "Yes... there will be some changes this year, but

Still teaching people how to master magic."

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

Snape looked at her. The sun shone on her through the window behind the kitchen, and the dust in the air was even clearly visible. Her red hair, those emerald green eyes... For a moment, Snape thought

He went back to the past.

For some reason, he did not answer the question, but changed the subject abruptly: "Miss Potter... If you are willing, I can take you to prepare for admission now. We will meet in September.

School officially starts on the 1st, so there are still two days left..."

Harry smiled and pushed up her glasses: "You really don't know how to chat with people, Professor Snape."

"But, I guess I don't have a choice." Harley shrugged indifferently. She drank the cup of warm milk that was originally Dudley's in front of her and said, "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 pieces of clothes that can be changed, and they are all shabby." The girl scratched the back of her head in embarrassment when she said this, but her smile was still bright: "Shall we set off now?"

Snape carried his suitcase, and Harry followed him out the door empty-handed. They came to a secluded corner of the community, Snape closed his eyes, and he calmly mobilized the magic power he had prepared in advance through meditation, and opened a

Behind the portal was a place Harry had never been to. The streets were neat and clean, and the gorgeously decorated shops had big flashing lights. Snape noticed the girl's embarrassment, and he took a step forward and walked into the portal, stretched out

He held out a hand to signal the girl to hold on. Harry felt a strange tremor as he stepped through the portal, and just like that, they arrived at the commercial street of London.

"I thought the wizards were going somewhere a little weirder."

"This...is not a place for wizards."

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

"Oh!" Harry looked a little uneasy. Only then did Snape realize that the indifference the girl had just shown in that nightmarish room was probably just an illusion of self-protection. Harry pinched his big, worn-out breasts.

Sleeves, she wanted to say something. But Snape just pulled her forward and said firmly: "In order to prevent you from bringing some little trouble to the image of Hogwarts, I think you need some new clothes.

, Miss Potter."

He raised his head to prevent Harley from seeing his expression, but he didn't see Harley's expression either. It was a heart-wrenching smile.

They walked into a high-end clothing store, selling everything from men's clothing to women's clothing to children's clothing. Snape ordered the clerk in a condescending tone: "Please find some suitable clothes for this lady. Money is not a problem. Summer clothes and winter clothes are all available."

"Ten sets, I also need socks. I also need ten pairs of long socks, short socks, and woolen socks. I also need five pairs of shoes."

The female clerk looked at Snape's eyes as if they were shining: "Okay! Sir!"

Harry pulled Snape's sleeve and whispered, "Wouldn't this be too expensive, Professor?"

Snape glanced at her and tried to put on a comforting smile on his face. But his degenerated facial muscles obviously could not allow him to make such a friendly expression, so his expression was more like a grimace than a smile.

This made Harry burst into laughter.

Snape turned away and muttered in a low voice: "Okay, okay. This can be considered as achieving the goal."

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Two hours later, Harley walked out of Gringotts wearing a well-fitting black suit. She also put on a new pair of glasses. Snape followed him like a butler. The rest of Harley's clothes were

In his black suitcase, Hallie, who had put on a high-end custom-made suit, had her hair cut short. Her red hair was no longer messy, but cut into ear-length hair. She hummed happily.

He sang a song that Snape didn't understand, and occasionally looked back at him with narrowed eyes and a smile.

"It's a strange feeling to be a rich man, Professor. But it's not as good as the feeling that everyone here seems to know me."

She said hello to a hunchbacked wizard wearing black robes who passed by her. The guy's face was full of surprise. Snape stared at him coldly until the guy ran away in despair.

He followed Harley, thinking about his words: "You... are indeed famous."

Harry's back was turned to Snape. He couldn't see the girl's expression, but only heard her voice: "Really?"

Snape stepped forward and motioned for the girl to follow him: "Originally, I still needed to buy wizard robes, wands, teaching materials and a bunch of miscellaneous things for you. But this year we have a new way, you can leave these things alone.

.”

He took Harley to the door of a noisy pet store, opened the door and let Harley go in first: "But you must have a pet... an owl, a toad, or a cat."

Harry wandered around the shop, 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 her go.

It's up to Harley to choose.

"I don't know...Professor, they all look a little afraid of me."

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

Harley ran among the owls. The owls in the cages were of different colors, but they all turned away from her. She then ran to the toad display window. They didn't even make a sound and seemed motionless.

It was as if they were dead. The cats simply ran to hide in every corner.

Harry turned back to Snape and showed an apologetic smile. She thought it was her fault that caused these animals to be so abnormal: "Sorry, Professor. It seems that they don't like me very much. But it's okay, I've been like this since I was a child.

.”

Snape took the Gallon out of the female shopkeeper's reluctant hands and put it into his trouser pocket. He pulled Harry out and asked, "So, do you have any favorite animals?"

The girl tilted her head and thought for a moment under the gloomy London sky. Her red hair was so conspicuous: "Ah, snake, is that okay?"

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

The girl's eyes dimmed.

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