As they stepped out of Ollivander's wand shop,
Hermione frowned and waved her hand.
"Buying a wand cost us fourteen Galleons. The big cat and the owl didn't cost anything, but the cage and food set us back one Galleon."
"We exchanged fifty Galleons in total, and after we buy cauldrons and other supplies, we should have quite a bit left over. That way, we can buy lots of books!"
Hearing her excited tone, everyone couldn't help but chuckle and shake their heads.
Professor McGonagall became more and more satisfied with Hermione.
A student this eager to learn would be liked by any teacher.
If she entered Ravenclaw, she might just become the next star of the house!
Of course, it would be even better if she could join Gryffindor.
Just as Professor McGonagall was about to praise her and recommend a few books,
"Hmm? That's the round-faced fat chicken from Scotland this morning! I recognize it. Oh my God, I said I didn't want to see you again!"
Mr. Granger's shout made the passersby stop and watch.
"Otherwise, I would definitely... cough, just pretend I didn't say anything."
Feeling the increasingly unfriendly gazes from the crowd,
Mr. Granger awkwardly coughed and quietly stepped aside.
After delivering the letter to Professor McGonagall,
the owl did not rush to leave.
Instead, it flapped its wings and, in the astonished eyes of everyone,
flew onto Mr. Granger's head, delivering a farewell gift.
After doing this, the owl flapped its wings and flew away into the distance.
Owl: You're the real round-faced fat chicken!
....
"Uh... sorry, Mr. Granger. It might have eaten something bad and has a bit of diarrhea."
"Clean as new!"
Professor McGonagall waved her wand apologetically, and the mess on Mr. Granger's hair instantly vanished.
His stiff expression eased a bit.
"It's alright, Professor McGonagall. I think it's just that it likes me too much, which is why it left me a farewell gift. In fact, this is the second time I've received a gift from it."
"Every gift is so... unique! You don't need to apologize; I really like that round-faced... owl. I'm not angry at all."
Mr. Granger quickly waved his hands.
Professor McGonagall smiled knowingly,
not delving deeper into the topic.
Instead, she turned to Hermione and Cro.
"I have some matters to attend to, so I may leave early. You can purchase the remaining items on the list. If you run into any trouble, you can go find Mr. Angelo."
"When you head back, you can take the route I mentioned, hmm, the road to the Leaky Cauldron, and then take a carriage back home after you exit the Leaky Cauldron."
"Oh, and remember to take your pets with you. See you again at Hogwarts!"
"Goodbye, Professor McGonagall! See you at Hogwarts!"
After receiving their responses,
Professor McGonagall turned to leave.
As soon as she turned,
the smile on her face vanished completely,
and her gaze turned sharp.
"What should we buy next? Books or cauldrons? Or maybe we should check out those peculiar brooms?"
"Let's buy books first! I'm really curious about what the magical world is like, and I want to see if we can find the answers there!"
After determining their destination,
the group headed straight for Flourish and Blotts.
As for how they knew about Flourish and Blotts,
it was entirely because of the sign at the entrance,
just like you would know what a store sells by its name while shopping.
...
Hogwarts.
The Headmaster's Office.
Dumbledore pinched a Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean,
curiously looking at the magic book in his hands.
Fawkes stood quietly on a nearby shelf.
The Sorting Hat was soundly asleep on the bookshelf.
The entire office was eerily silent,
with only the occasional sound of pages turning.
Bang!
Professor McGonagall angrily pushed the door open.
"Professor Dumbledore, I don't understand what you're trying to do! That child clearly..."
"Oh, Minerva, you're back. Don't be angry just yet! Have a Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean. I just had a strawberry-flavoured one, and it was so sweet!"
Seeing Dumbledore's cheerful expression,
Professor McGonagall's anger eased slightly.
"No thanks. You sent me a letter asking me to meet that child. What is this about? Haven't you already assigned this matter to Hagrid?"
"Do you not trust Hagrid? Do you want me to monitor him? Oh, Professor Dumbledore, this doesn't seem like you at all."
Professor McGonagall carefully observed Dumbledore's reaction,
hoping to find some unusual emotion on his face.
But unfortunately,
Dumbledore maintained his smile throughout,
as if he hadn't heard her questions at all.
Feeling defeated, Professor McGonagall sat down in a chair.
"I would trust my life to Hagrid. How could I not trust him? The reason I called you back was to discuss other matters."
"I need you to follow Hagrid in secret, watch him when he picks up that child, and see him return that child."
"Oh, you know I'm not watching Hagrid and that child; I'm looking to see if anyone is interested in them, like..."
Dumbledore popped a Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean into his mouth.
His originally gentle smile suddenly froze.
"Oh dear, it's a bogey flavour. This Every Flavour Bean is truly a fascinating thing. Are you sure you don't want one?"
Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore, who seemed like an old prankster, helplessly.
"So, you mean to say you want me to see if anyone poses a threat to that child? You're on guard against that person? But he's not..."
"There's a saying in the East that I really like: Anything is possible, just like Every Flavour Beans. If you don't try them, you'll never know what flavour you'll get."
Dumbledore smiled and popped another bean into his mouth.
"Mmm, grape flavour. Isn't it great?"
Professor McGonagall stared deeply at Dumbledore.
"Leave this matter to me!"
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