At night, George's consciousness returned to his Marvel body. It was another day of sweating through training, and nothing particularly special happened.
However, his intuition told him that the jailbreak might happen very soon.
This was because he noticed that the group of Mutant children had an extra comic book in their hands, titled "Uncanny X-Men."
Actually, he still hadn't figured out the historical situation of this Universe.
This Universe has X-Men and X-Men-related comics, which indicates that Mutants should have been quite famous. So why was there still a Super-Soldier program, and why was there a Captain America?
He would have to wait until he escaped this experimental Base and then research the history to understand what was going on.
In the Harry Potter World, it was early morning.
When George retrieved The Daily Prophet from the mailbox at the front of his shop, he found an extra letter.
"It's finally here."
The pale yellow envelope was addressed in emerald green ink: Mr. George, Merton Potion Shop, Knockturn Alley.
Indeed, this was the re-sent admission letter from Hogwarts School of magic.
Although he knew Scrimgeour and Tonks had both said it, so there would be no mistake, his heart still couldn't calm down for a long time after he actually received the admission letter.
That was Hogwarts, a real school of magic, and he would soon be able to go there to learn all kinds of amazing magic.
magic, who could refuse amazing magic?
"Let's go shopping!"
After eating breakfast as quickly as possible, George, holding the list of books and equipment enclosed in the envelope, walked out of Merton Potion Shop with high spirits.
However, his good mood was ruined as soon as he stepped out the door by an eyesore of a guy.
"Isn't this little Dora? I heard you've been re-admitted to Hogwarts. Are you going to buy school supplies?"
A stooped, oily-haired Old Wizard stood at the entrance of the shop opposite, greeting George with a sinister gaze.
"Good morning, Mr. Borgin. I'm just about to buy magic books for school.
Also, my name is George now."
George felt disgusted internally, but he replied very politely on the surface.
This Old Wizard's identity was not simple; he could be said to be the most senior Dark Wizard in the entire Knockturn Alley. His shop, Borgin and Burkes, was the largest magic shop in Knockturn Alley.
Its business scope was very wide, selling and buying back items with Dark Arts or other dangerous objects, and providing secret appraisal services for rare and ancient magical artifacts.
Lord Voldemort, when he was young, used to be a clerk at this black-hearted antique shop, and it was through the complex connections of this antique shop that he found and created two Horcruxes.
Old Wizard Borgin was currently the guy George was most worried about. If this guy gave up on him, then no other Dark Wizard in the entire Knockturn Alley would covet the Potion shop he inherited.
"What a good boy. I saw that Auror lady seemed to have lunch at your house yesterday?"
Borgin smiled, but his smile was a little creepy.
And George also smiled, but his smile was much brighter.
"Yes, Sister Tonks really loves my cooking. She said next time she'll bring her colleagues and Uncle Scrimgeour to freeload on my food."
"That will be hard work for you."
Borgin narrowed his eyes slightly.
George shook his head, saying innocently:
"It's not hard work, I love cooking. How about next time they come, I'll make extra, Mr. Borgin, would you also like to taste my cooking?"
"Uh, no, that's not necessary."
Borgin's expression stiffened, then he turned and returned to his dark shop.
Seeing Borgin leave, George muttered to himself:
"You dare to scheme against me? Sooner or later, I'll take your shop and kill you, old geezer."
Regaining his composure, he set off again into Diagon Alley.
Compared to the narrow and gloomy Knockturn Alley, Diagon Alley was much brighter, full of normal Wizards with their children shopping and shopkeepers hawking various goods.
"Dragon liver, sixteen Sickles an ounce."
"Cauldrons, copper, brass, pewter, silver cauldrons, all sizes, self-stirring and foldable..."
"Tawny owls, scops owls, barn owls, brown owls, snowy owls, we have all the pets you want."
"Nimbus 2001, the fastest flying broom, you deserve to own it."
Strolling through the bustling Diagon Alley, George didn't hesitate to spend money, basically buying the best tools.
Although bad students have many tools, he felt that good tools could lead to higher efficiency. Since he had the money, why be stingy?
"A complete set of uniforms, a cauldron, a telescope, Potion bottles, scales, a wand—just books left, oh, and a pet."
Two hours later, George pushed a cart full of various school supplies, while calculating the items still left on his list.
Actually, buying other things didn't take much time, even the wand was bought quickly; he tried a few, found the most suitable one, and bought it.
The main delay was during the uniform purchase, which required measurements.
"Eeylops Owl Emporium. Perfect, I'll buy an owl then."
Seeing the owl shop on the street, George pondered for a moment, then pushed the cart inside.
Little Wizards had many pet options, but he felt that the most useful was an owl, because owls in the Wizarding World were different from ordinary owls.
magic owls in the Wizarding World, besides being smarter, also came with built-in tracking magic. No matter where the recipient was, it could find them, unless the recipient used relevant shielding magic.
Besides delivering letters, they could also deliver various items, and their strength far exceeded normal owls; items weighing ten to twenty pounds were no problem.
He was a pragmatist. If he was going to buy a pet, he naturally wanted to buy a useful one; otherwise, it was better not to buy one, as he didn't have the energy to keep pets.
"Welcome to Eeylops Owl Emporium, sir, what kind of owl would you like?"
Seeing George enter, a shop assistant quickly came forward.
"That one!"
He scanned the entire shop and quickly found the owl he wanted.
Following George's finger, the shop assistant's eyes immediately showed surprise:
"Are you sure you want that one?"
"Yes."
George nodded affirmatively.
The shop assistant hesitated but still explained:
"I also need to remind you, that one is ten times more expensive than a normal owl, costing one hundred Galleons."
The owl George pointed to was not an ordinary-sized owl, but a large eagle owl that stood nearly a meter tall.
Normally, only adult Wizards with special hobbies or for research purposes would spend money on such a large owl. He had never seen a young Wizard buy one as a pet.
On one hand, it was too expensive, and on the other hand, even if they had the money, parents wouldn't be at ease; such a large owl was not safe.
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