On the bus to Diagon Alley, Jon pulls out a list of things he'll need for the new semester.

In order to complete the third grade course, he needs to purchase the following books:

The Intermediate Morphing Guide, by Emerrick Swich

Standard Spells, Level Three, by Miranda Goshawk

The Book of Potions, by Zygmunt Budge

"Piercing the Fog and Looking to the Future" by Cassandra Vablaski

The Monster Book of the Monsters, by Edward Lima

Dictionary of the Devil's Language, by Arafat Horst

In addition, all students who take "Divination" will need to bring their own crystal ball, and all students who take "Protecting Magical Beasts" will need to bring their own set of dragon skin protective suits.

At the same time, two years later, the previous black Hogwarts robe (school uniform) and pointed hat were significantly smaller, and Jon needed to go to Diagon Alley to buy a new one.

The taxi pulled up at Charing Cross, at the location Jon had specified.

"It seems that there are only numbers 116 and 118 here, and there are no numbers 117?" the taxi driver asked with some curiosity, "What's going on?"

"Maybe 117 was demolished!" Jon replied casually.

After the taxi driver left, he walked into 117 Charing Cross Road, also known as the Leaky Cauldron Bar. The Cauldron itself has a powerful protective spell that can only be seen if you hear its address from the mouth of a true wizard.

Jon saw old Tom, who had lost all his teeth, soliciting guests here, but he found no sign of Hannah.

After saying hello to Mr. Tom Abbott, he entered the patio in the backyard and walked into Diagon Alley.

......

Diagon Alley is much more deserted today than ever.

After all, the Quidditch World Cup is in full swing and there are a lot of intense matches every day...... Many shops have chosen to close, and it seems that the owner went to watch the game.

Fortunately, several important stores are still open.

He first went to the Blotted bookstore to buy the books he needed, and when the clerks handed him the book of monsters, they told him to open it with the spine of the books.

Jon then went to a nearby leather shop to buy a dragonskin suit, and to a magic goods shop and bought a crystal ball.

Now, he stopped outside the Lady Morkin Robe Shop.

Lady Morkin was a stocky witch with a smile and a purple dress.

"You're here to buy new robes, my dear?" she stood in front of the store, and before Jon could speak, she offered to introduce, "May I ask you which house you belong to?"

"Hufflepuff!" Jon replied honestly.

"Then you can try this!" Lady Morkin pulled out a yellow and black robe from the hanger, "There's already a Hufflepuff student trying this out!"

"Okay, thanks. Jon took it.

When he got behind the hanger, he did see an acquaintance.

Zacharis-Smith wore the same robe as he held it, with shiny pins pinned to the welt and cuffs.

"Long time no see, buddy!" Jon greeted him.

Zacharith's expression was a little strange, he stood by the mirror with a pale face, gave Jon a look, and did not dare to speak.

Jon couldn't help but think of Zach Raisd's boggart at the end of his first year...... Maybe his mother is over there, too?

Jon picked up his robe and walked over to a fitting mirror behind the hanger.

Then he hit a middle-aged man head-on.

"I'm sorry!" Jon said quickly, looking up, the expression on his face froze.

......

Snape ...... Professor......" he stammered.

He kind of understood why Zacharis had such a nervous look on his face just now, it wasn't here, it was Snape......

But why was Snape here, wasn't he supposed to be at Pavlov's house in Newhan?

Is that a coincidence......

Could it be that he had come to buy clothes, Snape was tired of the black robe he had worn for so many years, and was ready to change one?

But why didn't he stay in front of the fitting mirror, but as if he was waiting for someone.

"Hart!" Severus Snape looked up gloomily, "Didn't Pomona teach you that you need to look at people when you walk?"

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape......" Jon said quickly.

When he said the words "Professor Snape", Severus-Snape's face furrowed without leaving a trace, but it quickly relaxed.

“...... I'll come and buy two new robes......"

Before Jon could finish his sentence, the door to a nearby fitting room opened.

A little girl with an Eastern European face in a new black robe stepped out.

She grinned and said, "Professor Snape, it looks like it fits." ”

"Then hurry up and buy it!" Snape turned away with some disgust.

"Huh?" Jon wondered even more, wasn't this Sergei Pavlov's daughter, why wasn't she from Diagon Alley with her father, how was she by Snape's side, could it be that the old bat missed Lily too much to see that little Lori couldn't control herself......

Jon turned his head and glanced at Natasha again, who, like her mother, had long, crimson hair and almond-shaped green eyes.

"Professor......" He suddenly remembered that he shouldn't know this girl, so he quickly asked, "Who is she?"

"A Muggle-born Hogwarts freshman...... I'm in charge of bringing her into contact with the wizarding world for the first time!" Snape gave him a cold look and explained, "And help her buy the items she needs!"

"Huh?" Jon was dumbfounded...... What the hell, and why didn't Professor McGonagall bring him to Diagon Alley two years ago?

That's not right!

"Professor Snape!" Natalie Pavlova leaned over to Snape, grabbed him by the sleeve, and asked, "Where are we going now?"

Snape grimaced and glanced at the list in his hand:

"Go to the ...... of the Blotted Bookstore"

Snape was about to take the little girl out of Lady Morkin's robes store.

But when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.

"Hart!" he shouted.

Jon, who was still there trying on clothes and had several pins strapped to his body, was forcibly pulled to the door by Snape.

"Listen...... Minerva should have taken you to Diagon Alley two years ago, right?"

"Don't interrupt me!" Before Jon could retort, Snape said rudely, "Take the little girl with her wherever she went, what she bought, and then take her home before dark, she knows where!"

Then, Snape quickly shook off Jon and walked a few steps without a trace.

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