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At night, George's consciousness once again returned to the Marvel entity, and it was another day of sweating and training without anything particularly special happening.
However, his intuition told him that the possibility of escape was likely to happen in the near future.
Because he found that the group of mutant children had a comic in their hands, which was called "X-Men: The Exceptional".
In fact, he still hasn't figured out the historical situation of this universe.
The fact that this universe has the X-Men and related comics means that mutants were once relatively famous. So why create the Super Soldier Program and still have Captain America?
He will have to escape from this experimental base and investigate the history to understand what really happened.
Harry Potter world, morning.
When George took the Daily Prophet from the mailbox at the front door of the shop, he found an additional letter.
"It's finally here."
On the pale yellow envelope, written in emerald green ink: Mr. George of Morton's Magical Potions, Diagon Alley.
Indeed, this was a second acceptance letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Although he knew that Scrivensha and Tonks had both said so, he couldn't help feeling a sense of unease when he really received the acceptance letter.
That was Hogwarts, a real magic school, and he was going to learn all sorts of amazing spells there.
Magic, who could resist the wonders of magic?
"Then let's start shopping!"
Having finished breakfast at top speed, George left Morton's Magical Potions, the letter from Hogwarts tucked in his pocket, a spring in his step and a look of satisfaction on his face.
But just as he was feeling in high spirits, a pesky individual came along to ruin his good mood.
"Isn't that Dora?" he said. "I heard you were re-admitted to Hogwarts, are you going to buy school supplies for the new term?"
An old wizard with a stooped back and oily hair, stood at the entrance of the shop opposite, giving George a greet with an eerie look.
"Good morning, Mr. Boggins. I'm going to buy some magical books for school."
"And, I'm changing my name now to George."
George was displeased, but his outward demeanor remained courteous.
This old wizard is not someone to take lightly; he is the most senior dark wizard in Diagon Alley. The antique shop he runs, Boggins & Boek, is one of the largest magical shops in the alley.
Their business scope is very wide, offering to sell and buy those items with dark magic or other dangerous items, and providing a confidential valuation service for rare and ancient magical artifacts.
When Voldemort was young, he used to work at this black-hearted antique shop, and it was thanks to the complex connections of this shop that he found and created two horcruxes.
Old wizard Boggins is the one George is most worried about. If this guy decides not to go after him, then there shouldn't be any other dark wizards in Diagon Alley who would have any thoughts about his inherited magical pharmacy.
"What a well-behaved child you are. I saw the Auror girl from yesterday having lunch at your place."
Boggins smiled, though his smile was unsettling.
And George also smiled, but his smile was much brighter.
"Yes, Tonks sister really enjoys my cooking, and said she would bring her colleagues and Uncle Scrivensha for lunch next time."
"That's quite the favor to ask."
Boggins faintly narrowed his eyes.
George shook his head, with an innocent look on his face, and said:
"Not at all, I really enjoy cooking. How about I make more next time they come, and you, Mr. Boggins, can also taste my cooking?"
"Uh...no need for that."
Boggins' face stiffened, and then he turned and disappeared into the dark shop.
Seeing Boggins leave, George muttered to himself under his breath:
"Who dares to mess with me will eventually take your store and kill you, old man."
Cheering himself up, he set off once again into Diagon Alley.
Compared to the narrow and dark Diagon Alley, the street is much brighter here. There are normal wizards with children shopping around, as well as shop assistants hawking all sorts of goods.
"Dragon heartstring, 16 gillickes per ounce..."
"Cauldrons, copper, brass, tin, silver cauldrons, complete range of models. Automatic stirring and folding cauldrons..."
"GreyJay, HornedJay, MarshJay, BrownJay, SnowJay, we have the pets you want..."
"Lightweight 2001, the fastest broom, worth having..."
Exploring the bustling Diagon Alley, George wasn't thrifty with his money. He bought mostly the best tools.
Although the saying goes that the more tools a lazy student has, the better, he still felt that good tools could lead to higher efficiency, and if he had the money, why save?
"The complete uniform, cauldrons, telescopes, bottles, scales, wands... only lacks books and pets."
Two hours later, George pushed his trolley full of various school supplies and started calculating the things on the list that he hadn't bought yet.
Actually, it didn't take much time to buy other things, even the wand. He tried a few and found the one that felt best in his hand, and bought it immediately.
It was mainly during the process of buying the uniform that they had to take measurements, which took some time.
"Owl's E-Store, perfect. Let's get an owl."
Seeing the owl shop on the street, George thought for a moment and then pushed his trolley inside.
Many pets for young witches are available, but George thought that the most useful were owls. For witches in the wizarding world, owls are different from ordinary owls.
Magical owls in the wizarding world are not only smarter, but also come with their own tracking magic. They can find the recipient of a letter no matter where they are, as long as the recipient has not used any blocking spells.
In addition to delivering letters, they can also transport various items, and they are much stronger than ordinary owls; they can carry up to 20 or 30 pounds with no problem.
George is a practical person, so when he decided to buy a pet, he naturally chose one that was useful. He didn't have the time or energy to take care of a pet that wasn't useful.
"Welcome to E-La Owl Shop, sir. What kind of owl would you like?"
Seeing George walk in, a shopkeeper quickly approached him.
"That one!"
Sweeping his eyes across the entire shop, he quickly found the owl he liked.
Looking where George was pointing, the shopkeeper's eyes immediately showed a look of surprise:
"Are you sure about that one?"
"Yes."
George nodded confidently.
The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment before explaining:
"And may I remind you that that owl is ten times more expensive than a normal owl, costing one hundred galleons."
The owl George was pointing to was not a normal-sized owl; it was a great horned owl that stood nearly a meter tall.
Normal wizards who have special hobbies or are conducting research usually buy such large owls, and George had never seen a young wizard buy one as a pet.
On one hand, it's too expensive. On the other hand, even if George had the money, his parents would not be comfortable with such a large owl. It's not safe at all.
