DNF Meets Harry Potter

In a pet shop in Diagon Alley, Hermione glanced out of the corner of the eye while strolling with Niari, and accidentally saw a pet that couldn't walk for an instant.

The pet store is not big. Almost every inch of the wall is hung with a cage. It was too noisy here, because every caged occupant was chirping, and Karl even heard a few muffled hisses—presumably the sounds of snake-like magical creatures. Behind the counter, a middle-aged witch in her thirties was explaining to a wizard how to raise a two-headed salamander.

The witch was working diligently, not paying attention to the few people who walked in. Carl followed Hermione's line of sight, and what caught her attention was a big ginger cat with long, fluffy and thick fur. It had a flat face, as if it had once rushed headlong into the wall. And a fat, blown-up tail like a bottle brush.

After Karl saw the cat named "Crookshanks", he couldn't help but let out a sigh. In his opinion, Hermione's aesthetics are quite good, how could he be distorted to like this kind of pet?

If you just look at the image, this cat is a bit like the famous "Grandma Cat" on Twitter in Carl's previous life, which looks hideous and terrifying.

After Niari glanced at the cat that attracted Hermione, she looked away instantly. Because in her opinion, the appearance of that cat was really unacceptable.

It was the first time she came to the pet shop in Diagon Alley, and she looked at the magical creatures here with some curiosity.

A big purple toad gulped down water in the cage, then suddenly stuck out its tongue from the gap, and when it retracted again, a big blowfly was caught tightly by it and couldn't move.

The bejeweled shell of a gigantic tortoise gleamed by the window; an orange-red viper poked its head slowly out of a glass trough; bang. There are also cats of various colors meowing continuously, and there are countless magical creatures...

However, Hermione didn't like these things.

"It's so powerful~, can you tell me its name?"

I found my favorite pet in Diagon Alley, and the little witch looked a little happy. At this time, the wizard who bought the salamander also left.

"You mean Crookshanks?! Oh~... I never thought it would have a master!".

Seeing Hermione pointing at the big ginger cat with a flat face that no one wanted for a long time, the witch looked very excited. She secretly thought in her heart that she finally didn't have to worry about that cat harming other animals.

"Crookshanks~...a nice name!"

Hermione waved at the big cat, and it jumped down from a height and fell into her arms as if it had become a spirit, purring lightly.

"Poor Crookshanks, it must have been here a long time. Look how beautiful it is, Niyari!"

Hermione immediately opened her wallet to pay, and then shared her joy with Nayari with a happy face.

The corners of Naiyali's mouth twitched slightly, wondering if this is the legendary abstract beauty?

I can't appreciate it, I can't appreciate it~...

"Carl, Nayari. Aren't you going to buy a pet?"

Harry looked at Carl and Niyari, who were still unplanned, with some doubts, and asked with some doubts. Little wizards at Hogwarts basically have a pet.

And Karl's response to him was that he had everything he should have, and he didn't need any pets. After today's shopping spree, he probably can't even support himself.

Naiyali said that it is enough for her to have Karl, and she does not need any extra pets to share her energy.

After leaving the pet shop, everyone first went to Mrs. Mojin to buy new robes—teenagers and girls always grow so fast, and they planned to go to Lihen Bookstore to buy the necessary textbooks for this school year.

Carl was almost taken aback when he walked to Lihen Bookstore and looked through the window outside. It was not a tome of spell books as thick as floor tiles with weird covers on display, but a book next to the glass. There is a big iron shelf with two or three hundred "Monster Books of Monsters" inside.

The books inside opened each other, wrestled angrily, fought fiercely, and the torn pages flew everywhere.

A middle-aged bald wizard who seemed to be a manager sat on the side, watching sadly that many magic books stored in Lihen Bookstore were shattered into pieces under their ravages.

When Carl and the others walked in, the manager took a deep breath. No matter how difficult life is, you still have to face him bravely.

"Are you Hogwarts students?" The manager showed a smile that was uglier than crying, "Come here to buy the new books you need?"

"Looks like you're in some trouble? Need help?"

Carl watched the "Monster Book of Monsters" being destroyed continuously on the bookshelf, and said with interest.

"These books are driving me crazy! I don't know what happened to the teacher of the Protection of Magical Creatures class at Hogwarts recently, but he wants to use this book as a textbook!"

The manager put on a pair of thick dragon leather gloves, picked up the big knobby stick beside him, and frantically knocked on the books that would eat books, trying to make them stop.

The manager here was still working hard to meet their request for buying books, when suddenly a loud fighting sound came to his ears, he turned his head and saw that the two ghost books were grabbing a third person and considering whether to tear it apart.

"Damn it! Stop it, stop it!" The manager finally couldn't help but collapsed at this moment, and shouted loudly, and then continued to use his cane to separate the two monster books that were biting together.

"I swear I will never buy this kind of book again. Even if I am poor and die outside, I will never trust the professor of this course again if I jump off the Hogwarts roof! Out of the use of Hogwarts We only bought 200 copies of "The Monster Book of Monsters" to try new teaching materials, but can you imagine? This almost made us go bankrupt!!! "

Watching a precious magic book that could sell for hundreds of Galleons be torn to shreds in an instant by two monster books, the yellowed paper floated in mid-air and fell onto the manager's bald head. This middle-aged man, old and young, and a bald wizard finally couldn't help crying bitterly.

Who the hell can bear this grievance.jpg...

Seeing the manager sitting on the ground full of crumbs of magic books and crying unreservedly regardless of his image, Harry couldn't help covering his face, it was too much.

"It's actually very simple to make these books quiet. You just need to gently scratch their spines. Didn't the manufacturer tell you?"

Carl calmly stated the solution to the accident, and at the same time asked with some doubts. He can understand that the little wizards won't use it. There is no reason why the largest Lihen Bookstore in Diagon Alley won't use it.