The Druid Master of Hogwarts

"Fizz." (Hello.)

Ouroboros greeted Harry Potter, who had been stunned, in a very friendly manner.

Harry subconsciously wanted to reply, only to find that his tongue had stiffened.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall next to him slapped Fisher.

"Get the basilisk away, Harry is immobilized!"

"Oh, yes, meow."

Only then did Fisch remember that Ouroboros' ability had not been completely eliminated, and quickly removed the basilisk in his hand.

After the basilisk was removed from his sight, Harry's body gradually returned to freedom.

"How is this going?"

Harry glanced nervously at the basilisk in Fish's hands, then quickly looked back.

Professor McGonagall tugged at Fish's ear helplessly, and then briefly explained the situation of Ouroboros to Harry, and taught him a little trick to use his own magic to resist the basilisk's eyes.

Although at Harry's current level, he would still feel stiff, but it was enough for him to look away.

"Because you can speak Parseltongue, Harry, that's why I introduced Ouroboros to you, Meow."

Fish held the basilisk's head in his hand and held it up in front of Harry again.

"Uh...thank you..."

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth and glanced at the very well-behaved but hideous-looking basilisk in Fisher's hands, and the fear in his heart was instantly reduced a lot.

"Fizz, fizz." (Hello, Ouroboros, I'm Harry Potter.)

"Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..." (I know you, I heard that my second master was defeated by you.)

The dull response of Ouroboros came from Fish's hands, making Harry Potter not know how to continue.

However, Ouroboros had no loyalty to Voldemort at all, and when Harry was still struggling with what to say, he had already changed the subject.

"His, hiss..." (Are you Parseltongue, also a descendant of the old master?)

Harry also didn't know how to answer this.

Fish also helped him.

"Albus said it was Voldemort's power that was left in the scar on Harry's head, that's why he speaks Parselmouth."

"Fizz..." (Oh...)

So Ouroboros completely lost interest in Harry Potter.

Ouroboros: "..."

Harry: "..."

Professor McGonagall: ? ? ?

Fish: ⊙ω⊙

The scene became quiet all of a sudden, and Fei Xu blinked, unable to understand what the situation was.

In the end, it was Professor McGonagall who broke the awkward atmosphere.

"By the way, Potter, have you bought your textbooks and school supplies for next semester? Do you want to go with Fish?"

"Ah, okay."

Of course Harry wouldn't refuse.

So the three of them went to Diagon Alley together.

"Minerva, can we go to Gringotts and ride that minecart again, meow?"

?(●?ω?●)?

Fish put the basilisk back in his pocket and asked Professor McGonagall excitedly.

"No, this year's textbooks are not expensive, and I have enough gold Galleons on me, so I don't need to go to Gringotts."

Professor McGonagall's tone was pleasant, and she didn't want to run away to find guilt.

As a result, at this time, Harry spoke from the side.

"That... I may need to go to Gringotts..." He didn't dare to look up at Professor McGonagall's expression, and said like a gnat, "I'm running out of money."

Professor McGonagall: "..."

Harry naturally saw Professor McGonagall's resistance to Gringotts, and Harry, who had also sat on that thing, understood it very well, but he really had no money...

Although the Dursleys didn't dare to do anything rude to themselves after being taught by Fish, Harry still didn't want them to know that his parents had left him a large sum of gold.

Coupled with their rejection of everything related to wizards, Harry didn't dare to put too much money on him, and in addition to the textbook, he had to buy two new sets of robes, and the school uniform on his body was already a bit short.

Of course, it was impossible for Professor McGonagall to stop Harry from taking the money, so she sighed helplessly and said, "Let's go then."

"That's great, meow! I can ride the minecart again!"

?(●≧?≦●)?

Fisher cheered happily, holding Professor McGonagall in one hand and Harry in the other, and ran quickly in the direction of Gringotts.

However, the kitten has also exercised a little wink in the past few years. While rushing to Gringotts, he turned back to Professor McGonagall and said, "Minerva, just wait for Fish and Harry to get the money together, meow, you I don't like riding in minecarts, so I just wait outside, meow."

"Um."

Professor McGonagall, who was still a little resistant at first, suddenly became happy, and hurried two steps to come to Fisher's side, no longer being dragged away by him.

I simply took some gold Galleons in Gringotts. Except for Harry's face that was a little pale, Mag and his son were all satisfied.

"Let's go buy a book first."

After Harry recovered a little, Professor McGonagall suggested that Harry and Fish would naturally have no opinion.

When the three walked outside the Lihen Bookstore, they saw a huge cage behind the glass of the display window. There were hundreds of books in green covers, and they were biting each other frantically.

"Meow hahaha! This book is so interesting!"

?(●?ω?●)?

Fisch lay down on the glass of the window with bright eyes, looking at the clumped books.

"Minerva, can Fish buy a copy of this meow?"

Professor McGonagall glanced at the gilded titles on the book covers, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Even if you don't say we have to buy it, this is one of your textbooks for next year."

"Great!"

?(●≧?≦●)?

The kitten rushed into the bookstore impatiently.

"Fish? Welcome to Lihen Bookstore, you are here to buy this year's class..."

The manager of Lihen Bookstore greeted him in surprise at first, but soon his face became very bad, and the words in his mouth got stuck.

Especially when he saw Professor McGonagall and Harry Potter who came in, he was even more desperate.

"Professor McGonagall...are you here to buy new textbooks?"

The manager's apocalyptic tone and expression left both Professor McGonagall and Harry confused.

"Yes, I need a copy of The Monster Book of Monsters, Look Through the Mists and See the Future, Intermediate Transfiguration, and Standard Spell: Level Three."

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but pouted when he talked about the textbook of divination class.

She didn't really have a problem with divination classes, she didn't like the alarmist Sybill Trelawney.

In the eyes of Professor McGonagall, Professor Trelawney is no different from Lockhart, who has been imprisoned in Azkaban.

"Oh... that's true..."

The bookstore manager's expression became even more desperate, and then he looked at Harry Potter again.

"And what about you? What book do you need?"

Harry scratched his head, because his course selection was exactly the same as Fish's, so he replied, "I want the same textbook, but I already have the Monster Book of Monsters, just give me the other three. "

As soon as Harry's words were out of his mouth, the manager's face changed greatly, and it wasn't until he heard the latter words that the expression on his face became a little better.

He first took out a pair of thick gloves from under the counter and put them on, and then he picked up a big knuckle-covered walking stick leaning against the wall, and then put on a heroic expression. Go to the cage where the "Yokai Book of Monsters" is closed.

"Quiet! Quiet me!"

The bookstore manager roared and put the stick into the cage, fiddled with it a few times, and drove the monster book inside as much as possible out of the cage door. Pulled out, and quickly closed the cage.

The monster book held by the manager was restless. It kept gnawing at the manager's palm and forearm, leaving rows of teeth marks on the pair of gloves, and kept making a "click, click" sound.

"Stop it! Stop it! Ah ah ah!"

The bookstore manager tightly clasped the monster book in his hands with both hands, grabbed it and smashed it hard on the bookcase beside him, and then, out of nowhere, found a palm-width belt and tied it tightly.

After finishing all this, the manager threw the bound Yokai Book aside, and slid down to the ground as if he had collapsed.

"I swear! I'll never buy these again! Never again! What a mess!"

The bookstore manager sat on the ground and gasped for a while before he got up from the ground scoldingly, still complaining incessantly.

"That time we bought 200 copies of "The Invisibility Book of Invisibility", spent a lot of money, and then we didn't find a single shadow... I thought it couldn't be worse than that..."

Only then did Harry and Professor McGonagall understand the reason for the desperate look on the manager's face just now.

"There are two more copies of "Pull the Fog and See the Future," right? It's time for a divination class, isn't it?"

The manager took off his gloves, and while talking, he turned to go inside, and the divination books were placed behind.

Then he saw that Fisher had picked up the "Monster's Book of Monsters" that he had just dropped on the ground, and was untying the belt on it.

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