Chapter 290: Purchase of Textbooks (Edited)

"Hiss." (Hello.)

Uroboros greeted the stupefied Harry in a very friendly manner.

Harry unconsciously wanted to respond, but found that even his tongue was already stiff.

Fortunately, at that moment, Professor McGonagall slapped Fish across the face.

"Get the basilisk out of the way, Harry is immobilized!"

"Oh, yeah nya."

Only then did Fish remember that Uroboros' powers had not been completely removed, and quickly removed the basilisk he placed in front of Harry.

And with the basilisk out of his sight, Harry's body slowly regained its freedom.

"What was that?"

Harry looked at the basilisk in Fish's hand uneasily, then quickly withdrew his gaze.

Professor McGonagall tugged Fish's ear helplessly before briefly explaining the Uroboros situation and teaching him a trick to use his magic against the basilisk's eyes.

Although Harry would probably still feel stiff at that point, it was enough to be able to look away.

"I introduced you to Uroboros because you can speak Parseltongue too, Harry." said Fish as he held the basilisk's head in his hands and lifted it once more towards Harry's face.

"Uh... thank you..."

Harry twisted the corners of his mouth and looked at the very well-behaved but fierce-looking basilisk in Fish's hands, and the feeling of fear in his heart immediately diminished greatly.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss." (Hello, Uroboros, it's Harry Potter.)

"Hiss... hiss..." (I know you, I heard that my second master was defeated by you.)

Uroboros' bored reply came from Fish's hand, leaving Harry speechless.

But Uroboros was no Voldemort loyalist, and while Harry was still debating how to respond, he had taken the initiative to change the subject.

"Hiss, hiss..." (You can speak Parseltongue, are you also a descendant of the old master?)

Harry didn't know how to answer this question either, and Fish helped him.

"Albus said that it was Voldemort's magic that was left in the scar on Harry's head, and that's why he can speak Parseltongue."

"Hiss... (oh...)"

And so Uroboros lost all interest in Harry.

Uroboros: "..."

Harry: "..."

Professor McGonagall: "???"

Fish: ⊙ω⊙

There was a sudden silence and Fish blinked, unable to understand what was going on.

In the end, it was Professor McGonagall who broke the awkward atmosphere.

"By the way, Potter, have you bought all your textbooks and study materials for next term? Do you want to come with Fish?"

"Oh, yes."

Of course Harry wouldn't say no.

So the three of them went together to Diagon Alley.

"Minerva, can we go to Gringotts to ride that mining cart again nya?"

?(●?ω?●)?

Fish put the basilisk back in his pocket and excitedly asked Professor McGonagall.

"No, this year's textbooks are not expensive and I have enough galleons with me, so I don't need to go to Gringotts."

Professor McGonagall's tone was cheerful, she didn't want to go to such a troublesome place.

As a result, at this point, Harry spoke from the side.

"Well... I may have to go to Gringotts..." Not daring to look at Professor McGonagall's expression, he said in a gnatty voice, "I don't have much money on me anymore. "

Professor McGonagall: "..."

Harry naturally saw Professor McGonagall's resistance to Gringotts, and Harry, who had also sat in that thing, also understood it very well, but he really didn't have any money with him....

Even though the Dursleys wouldn't dare do anything else to him after being lectured by Fish, Harry still didn't want them to know that his parents had left him a large sum of gold.

With his dislike of anything to do with magic, Harry didn't dare take too much money with him, and in addition to textbooks, he had to buy two new sets of robes, as his school uniform was a bit too small for him.

Professor McGonagall, of course, couldn't stop Harry from getting the money, so she sighed helplessly and said, "Come on, then."

"Great, another trip in the mining cart!".

?(●≧?≦●)?

Fish cheered gleefully, holding Professor McGonagall with one hand and Harry with the other, and quickly ran off to Gringotts.

However, the little cat had also developed a bit of a conscience in recent years. As he ran towards Gringotts, he turned his head and said to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, just wait until Fish and Harry go get the money together nya, you don't like riding in the mining cart, so I'll wait outside nya."

"Hmm."

Professor McGonagall, who was still a bit resistant at first, suddenly became happy, took two quick steps and arrived at Fish's side, without being dragged by him.

After a brief visit to Gringotts to pick up some Galleons, both mother McGonagall and son looked happy, except for Harry, who had a pale face.

"Let's go buy some books first."

After Harry had recovered a little, Professor McGonagall suggested and, naturally, Harry and Fish had no objections.

As the three of them passed in front of Flourish and Blotts Bookshop, they saw a huge cage behind the glass window display, containing hundreds of green-covered, madly chomping books.

"Nyajajajajajaja, these books are so interesting!"

?(●?ω?●)?

Fish leaned over the window pane with shining eyes, looking at the crazy books.

"Minerva, can Fish buy one of these books nya?"

Professor McGonagall's mouth twisted slightly as she looked at the golden titles on the book covers, "We have to buy it even if you don't tell me, this is one of your textbooks for next year."

"Yes!"

?(●≧?≦●)?

The kitten immediately rushed to the bookstore impatiently.

"Fish? Welcome to Flourish and Blotts Bookshop, you're here to buy this year's class..."

The bookstore manager greeted Fich with surprise, but soon, his expression turned very mean and the words that came out of his mouth got stuck.

He looked desperate, especially when he saw Professor McGonagall and Harry Potter following him.

"Professor McGonagall...you're here to buy new textbooks, aren't you?"

The manager's tone and expression, which seemed to be the end of the world, confused both Professor McGonagall and Harry.

"Yes, I need a copy of 'The Monstrous Book of Monsters,' "Dispelling the Mists of the Future," "Intermediate Transfiguration," and "Standard Spells: level 3."

Professor McGonagall couldn't help a grimace at the mention of Divination textbooks.

She didn't really have a problem with Divination classes, what she didn't like was the scaremongering Sybil Trelawney.

In Professor McGonagall's eyes, Professor Trelawney was no different from Lockhart, who had been imprisoned in Azkaban.

"Oh, that's right..."

The bookstore manager's expression grew more desperate, and then he looked back at Harry.

"What about you? what book do you need?"

Harry scratched his head, since he had chosen the exact same class as Fish, and replied, "I'd like the same textbooks, but I already have 'The Monstrous Book of Monsters', just give me the other three."

As soon as Harry's words left his mouth, the manager's face changed drastically, it wasn't until he heard the words behind it that the expression on his face improved a little.

He first pulled a pair of thick gloves from under the counter and put them on, then grabbed a large knobbed cane that was leaning against the wall and made a hero's face as he made his way over to the cage where The Monstrous Book of Monsters was kept.

"Quiet! Shut up!"

The bookstore manager grunted and stuck his cane into the cage, tapped it a couple of times to eject as many books as possible from the cage, then quickly opened the cage door, reached in and grabbed a copy near him, pulled his arm out and quickly closed the cage.

The monstrous monster book in the manager's hand was fidgeting, leaving rows of teeth marks on the glove, and kept making "click, click, click" sounds.

"Stop it! Stop! Ow!"

The bookstore manager firmly grasped the monstrous monster book in his hands with both hands, grabbed it and slammed it against the shelf next to him several times, then found a belt the width of the palm of nothing and tied it tightly.

That done, the manager tossed the bound book aside and collapsed on the floor as if exhausted.

"I swear, I'll never buy this kind of book again, never again, what a mess!"

The bookstore manager sat on the floor and gasped for a while, then got up cursing, still grumbling.

"That time we bought two hundred copies of 'The Invisible Book of Invisibility,' spent a fortune on it, and then couldn't find a single one.... I thought there'd be nothing worse than that..."

Harry and Professor McGonagall then realized what the manager's look of despair was about.

"There are two more copies of 'Dispelling the Mists of the Future', aren't there? The divination class has begun, hasn't it?"

The manager took off his gloves and, as he said this, turned around to go inside, looking for the fortune-telling books in the back.

Then he saw that Fish had already picked up the book he had just dropped on the floor and was untying the book's strap.

"By Merlin's Beard, no!!!"