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    "Night, George's consciousness once again returned to the Marvel universe. It was another day of intense training, and nothing particularly special happened."

    But his instinct told him that the escape might happen in the near future.

    Because he noticed that the group of mutative children had an extra comic book, titled "The Extraordinary X-Men."

    In fact, he hasn't quite understood the historical situation of this universe until now.

    This universe has X-Men, as well as comics related to X-Men. This suggests that mutants should have been quite well-known in the past. Then why bother with the Super Soldier program? Why still have Captain America?

    He will have to wait until he escapes the experimental base and investigates the history to understand what's really going on.

    "Harry Potter world, early morning."

    When George retrieved the Daily Prophet from the mailbox at the front of the shop, he noticed an extra letter.

    "Finally, it's here."

    The light yellow envelope, inscribed in emerald green ink, read: "Mr. George Weasley, Morton's Magical Potions, The Leaky Cauldron."

    Nice, that's the reissued acceptance letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

    Although he knew that Scrimgeour and Tonks had both said so, he couldn't help feeling a sense of calmness that was hard to describe after receiving the acceptance letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

    That was Hogwarts, a real magical school, and he would soon be able to learn all kinds of incredible magic there.

    Magic, who could resist the allure of magical enchantments?

    "Then let's start our big shopping!"

    George, after a quick breakfast, walked out of Morton's Magical Potions shop with the book list and equipment attached to the acceptance letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, brimming with confidence.

    But just as he stepped outside with his good mood, his joy was disrupted by an eye-sore of a person.

    "Isn't that Dora? I heard you were re-admitted to Hogwarts, are you going to buy school supplies for the new term?"

    A stooped, greasy-haired old wizard stood at the door of the shop across the street, staring at George with a sinister expression as he greeted him.

    "Good morning, Mr. Bogin. I'm going to buy some magical books for school."

    "And, by the way, my name is George now."

    George felt uncomfortable inside but managed to respond politely.

    The old wizard is not someone to be trifled with; he is one of the most senior dark wizards in Knockturn Alley. His antique shop, Bogin and Bogarth, is one of the largest magical shops in the entire alley.

    Their business range is very wide, offering for sale or recycling those with dark magic or other dangerous items, and providing confidential appraisals for rare and ancient magical artifacts.

    Voldemort, when he was young, used to work at this black-hearted antique shop. He found and created two of his Horcruxes thanks to the complex network of relationships from this shop.

    Old wizard Bogin is the person George is most worried about. If this guy decides to leave him alone, then there should be no other dark wizards in Knockturn Alley who would have any thoughts of targeting his inherited magical pharmacy.

    "What a nice boy! I saw that Auror seemed to have lunch at your place yesterday?"

    Bogin smiled, though it was a rather unsettling smile.

    George also smiled, but his smile was much brighter.

    "Yes, Tonks sister really enjoys my cooking. She said she would bring her colleagues and Uncle Scrimgeour next time."

    "That will be quite a task for you."

    Bogin slightly narrowed his eyes.

    George shook his head, his expression innocent:

    "Not at all, I really enjoy cooking. Why don't I make more next time when they come, and you, Mr. Bogin, can also taste my culinary skills?"

    "Er... no need for that."

    Bogin's face stiffened, and he turned back into his dark shop.

    Seeing Bogin leave, George muttered to himself in secret:

    "Whoever dares to mess with me will have to take over your shop and kill you, that old guy."

    Recollecting his spirits, he set off again into Diagon Alley.

    Compared to the narrow and dark Knockturn Alley, Diagon Alley was much brighter, filled with normal wizards coming to shop with their children and shop assistants calling out to sell their wares.

    "Dragon liver, sixteen sickles per ounce..."

    "Clay pots, in copper, brass, pewter, and silver, all sizes available, with automatic stirring and folding capabilities..."

    "Grey Owls, Hootonks, Grass Owls, Brown Owls, Snow Owls... we have the ones you want as pets..."

    "Lightning Bolt 2001, the fastest flying broomstick you ever wanted..."

    Browsing the bustling Diagon Alley, George didn't hesitate to spend money, purchasing mostly the best tools available.

    While poor students may have more basic tools, George felt that good tools could lead to greater efficiency, and since he had the money, there was no need to save.

    "Whole sets of robes, cauldrons, telescopes, phials, scales, and wands. Only books left... Oh, and pets."

    Two hours later, George pushed a cart filled with various school supplies, pondering the items still left on his list.

    In fact, buying other things didn't take much time. Even his wand was purchased quickly. He tried a few and found the most comfortable one, then bought it.

    The main delay was during the process of purchasing the robes, which required measuring the fit.

    "Yipy Owl Shop, that's it. Let's buy an owl."

    George looked at the owl shop on the street and thought for a moment before pushing his cart inside.

    The young wizards had many options for pets, but George thought the most useful was an owl because the owls in the wizarding world were quite different from ordinary ones.

    Magic owls in the wizarding world, apart from being smarter, also come with a locating spell. They can find the recipient no matter where they are, unless the recipient has used a related shielding spell.

    Owls in the wizarding world can not only deliver letters but also various things. They have much more strength than ordinary owls, and can carry items of up to 20 pounds without a problem.

    He was a pragmatist. Since he was buying a pet, he naturally wanted to buy a useful one. Otherwise, it might as well not buy at all, as he didn't have the energy to take care of a pet.

    "Welcome to Yipy Owl Shop, sir. What kind of owl would you like?"

    As George walked in, a store clerk promptly greeted him.

    "That one!"

    Glancing through the shop, he quickly found the owl he liked.

    As the clerk looked at the owl George pointed to, he immediately revealed a surprised expression:

    "Are you sure you want that one?"

    "Sure."

    George nodded in confirmation.

    After a moment of hesitation, the clerk still explained:

    "I must remind you that this owl is ten times more expensive than a normal one, and it costs one hundred Galleons."

    The owl George pointed to was not a normal-sized owl, but a large owl that stood at nearly a meter tall.

    Normally, only mature wizards with special hobbies or for research purposes would pay for such a large owl. He had never seen any small wizard buy such a big owl as a pet.

    On one hand, it's too expensive, and on the other hand, even if one has the money, parents would not be at ease. A large owl like this is not safe.

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