Harry stared blankly in front of him. It was a winding street with no end in sight. Numerous shops lined up one after another as far as the eye could see. Shopping wizards crowded the street with their bodies and voices.
"Magic … …" Harry looked back at the archway he came from. It had already turned into a solid wall.
Only now did Harry truly come into contact with the world of magic. Speaking of which, until he walked into the Broken Cauldron Bar with Snape, he still felt that everything that happened today was like a wonderful dream.
Harry followed closely behind Snape into Diagon Alley. Snape frowned as he took out the shopping list from his pocket. As he walked, he planned the most efficient route. "Let's go to Gringotts first … …"
"Severus!" Harry suddenly heard someone calling out Snape's name, not his surname. He raised his head and saw a young witch standing at the entrance of the Crucible Shop looking at them. He then looked at Snape. His face was still expressionless, but Harry felt that his attitude towards Professor Quirrell was much more amiable than before.
"Mrs. Lovegood." Snape actually nodded his head in greeting.
"This is the child?" The witch also nodded her head casually. She then turned her attention to Harry.
Snape simply acknowledged. The witch smiled and took out a crucible from the basket and handed it to Harry. "Pot No. 2. I remember it's this size, right?"
"Thank you!" Harry was pleasantly surprised by the witch's kindness. He thought that the people in the magic world were all strange like Snape or Quirrell. At the same time, he noticed a short girl standing behind the witch. She was about the same age as him. Her light blonde hair was tied into two simple braids. She was looking at him with interest.
Harry held the crucible in one hand and took out a pack of chocolates from his coat pocket with the other. "Thank you, too."
The little girl took Harry's gift in return and pursed her lips into a smile. She tilted her head and didn't say anything. Her silver-gray eyes drifted around and landed on Mrs. Lovegood.
Snape glanced at the two children and asked the witch, "I remember that Lovegood's children are not old enough to go to school yet?"
The witch nodded. "Yes, but Xeno blew up our last crucible this afternoon." She spread her hands to express her helplessness, and the girl beside her also chuckled. "Daddy is still cleaning the spots on our wall ~"
Snape's mouth twitched when he thought of Mr. Lovegood's behavior.
After chatting for a while, Snape said goodbye to the witch. Harry also waved to the witch enthusiastically. When they were a distance away, he couldn't help but ask, "Professor, how old are you this year?"
If it weren't for the crowded street, Snape felt that he might have tripped on the spot.
"Old … life? You're asking me how old I am this year? "
Harry's height only reached Snape's waist. He couldn't help but shrink under the cannibalistic gaze of the old man, but he still had the courage to talk. "That … Mrs. Lovegood looks like she's only in her twenties, but she already has a daughter that old. I guess the wizards can slow down aging or something … You look like you're in your forties …" Don't tell me you're already in your fifties or sixties?
Snape used all his self-control to not pick up the crucible and smash it on the kid's head. "I'm thirty-one this year."
Harry felt a sense of tragedy from the professor's calm narration. "… I didn't mean it."
Looking at the kid who obediently put his hands behind his back and waited to be scolded, Snape suddenly didn't know where to vent his anger. He opened his mouth, swung his sleeves, and continued to lead the way. At the same time, he explained, "Luna isn't Mrs. Lovegood's daughter. When Kamia married Xenophilius Lovegood, Luna was already seven years old."
The next stop was Madam Morkin's robe shop.
"I'll buy you a textbook. You stay here and get the uniform." Snape left after saying this, as if the kid beside him was an annoying slug. Harry had no choice but to step into the robe shop alone.
The short, plump, and smiling Madam Morkin completely dispelled Harry's nervousness. The kid obediently said his request. "Madam, I want to buy a uniform for Hogwarts School."
"Come here, kid. Let's measure your size first." Madam Morkin pulled Harry into the shop and put a robe on him. She pinned his body length with a pin and left a tape measure for him to measure.
Harry was a little flustered by the tape measure. The person sitting on the footstool beside him couldn't help but snicker.
Harry turned around and saw a pale, blond boy. He was also wearing a black robe and seemed to be waiting for the finished product. He seemed to be a little bored. "Hey, you're also a freshman this year, right?"
"Yes." Harry looked at the blond boy and blinked. "So, you're a freshman too?"
"Yeah. My dad is next door buying books for me. My mom is out looking for a wand. "The boy's tone sounded tired, and Harry was a little worried.
"Erm... you're not very healthy, right?" Harry asked softly. "Like... asthma?"
The boy paused for a moment and quietly changed the topic. "... I must drag them to see the flying broomstick later. By the way, do you have your own flying broomstick?" This time, he spoke in a much more normal way.
"No, flying broomstick... Is it the kind that wizards ride on TV?" Harry suddenly remembered something. "By the way, kid, do you know where I can buy a magic encyclopedia?"
"Encyclopedia? TV? " The boy's expression was as if he had seen a pig running wildly in Diagon Alley. As it ran, it howled, "Come and catch me!"
Harry thought about the life in the magic world that he had seen so far and felt that the boy might not have even watched TV. So, he kindly explained a little about TV. "... It's very interesting. You can go there if you have the chance. Uh, the muggle world, right? You can go and see it. "
The boy had already seen the pig and Merlin being lovey-dovey. He stepped back in disgust. "Merlin! I can't believe I'm sitting and chatting with a kid from the muggle world! "
Harry was stunned. He did not know what had happened, but the boy seemed to be... somewhat disgusted with him.
"What about your parents? Are they wizards? "
"They are."
"That's good... I don't want to know that I've been sitting and chatting with a muddy kid for so long."
"It hasn't been that long..." Harry thought for a moment. "I guess' muddy kid 'refers to a child whose parents are both muggles?"
The boy nodded reservedly.
"Interesting, interesting..." Harry touched his chin and smiled.
"What's with that expression?"
"A ghost, a ghost! A racist ghost is hovering at your bedside. "Harry heard Madam Morkin calling him, so he did not say anything more. He jumped off the footstool and said goodbye to the boy." Ah, I just gave away my chocolate. Otherwise, I could have given it to you as a gift. Well, I'll see you in the Hogwarts! "
Harry walked out of the robe shop with his new clothes in his arms. He immediately saw Snape walking towards him. It was not because Snape was conspicuous in his dark clothes, but because of the big guy beside him, whose width and height were about 1.5 times that of an average person.
The big guy also saw Harry. He stepped forward and lifted Harry up in the air. Harry looked down at the big guy's face, which was almost covered by his messy beard and hair. He was pleasantly surprised.
"Harry! Harry! God, the last time I saw you, you were just a little kid... "The big guy said and pressed Harry into his arms. He cried," You look exactly like James... "
Snape, whose face was as black as ink, said coldly, "That's enough. Our celebrity is going to buy his magic wand."
The big guy put Harry back on the ground and took out a tablecloth from his arms. He used it to blow his nose, and then put it back. He smiled at Harry embarrassedly.
Harry thought that the big guy's vulgarity was very cute.
The big guy ignored Snape's cold eyes and handed a big birdcage to Harry. A beautiful snow owl was standing in it, looking at Harry with gem-like eyes. "Harry, I hope you like this birthday present... I guess the taste of the cake is not very good?"
"Haig! You're Haig! "Harry immediately knew who the big guy was." You gave me that birthday cake! "
Haig scratched his messy beard. "I made it myself."
"It's very sweet. I like it very much." Harry thanked him sincerely.
"That's enough. Magic wand. I guess even the Savior needs a magic wand?" Snape reminded him impatiently again. The three of them set off again. Destination: Ollivander's Magic Wand Shop.
Haig pulled Harry behind Snape and whispered to Harry, "Professor Snape is a good man, but he doesn't know much about children. He just suggested that I buy you a toad!"
Harry coughed and whispered, "Maybe the professor likes it. I see he has a lot of it at home."
The new clothes, textbooks, stationery and other things were taken by the two adults. Now, Harry only held the big birdcage in his hand and looked at the beautiful snow owl happily. Haig saw that Harry really liked the birthday present and was very happy. "Hey, Harry, give her a name!"
The reserved white bird tilted its head and looked at Harry, waiting for him to name her.
"Hedwig. She's Hedwig." Harry said without hesitation.
Snow Owl let out a clear cry. It seemed to be in a good mood.
"Hedwig... That's a good name. Haha, how did you come up with it so quickly?" Haig's honest face showed a rare trace of slyness. "I guess you used to have a female classmate with this name?"
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