American Comics: Starting with Muggle Wizards

"There's more to come..."

Harry Potter couldn't help but interrupt: "Harvey, I can sponsor your research. I believe there's a solution to every problem!"

Seeing that the big fish had finally taken the bait, all the hard work he had put into telling the story for so long was worthwhile.

Harvey rubbed his hands together, suppressing his elation, and feigned a bitter expression, saying:

“Harry, although this research may very well curse me, I’m willing to risk everything for my friend so that you can see your parents again!”

Hearing Harvey's words, Harry Potter was moved to tears. "Harvey, you are so great, but as your best friend, I can't let you take such a big risk for me."

Seeing this, Harvey became anxious and quickly reassured him, "It's alright, researching forbidden areas is also my ideal."

"If I can complete this great magical research, I would consider it worthwhile even if it costs me my life!"

Upon hearing this, Harry Potter thought it was just Harvey's excuse, and was even more moved.

"It is my good fortune to have a close friend like you. I am willing to give you 20,000 Galleons to support your magical research."

"Gulp!" Harvey's heart pounded, and he unconsciously swallowed.

“Harry, thank you for your trust. With this funding, I believe that in the near future, I will be able to complete this great research on resurrecting the dead!”

Hermione listened to the story of the Deathly Hallows for so long, and she was still a little confused, but she had a vague doubt in her heart.

Harvey's expression looked like he was trying to suppress a laugh.

“Twenty thousand Galleons is no small sum, Harry, you need to think this through.”

Hermione offered a word of advice to Harry Potter.

She couldn't tell whether Harvey's words were true or false.

But based on her understanding of Harvey, this seemed highly improbable.

Harvey was so angry at the thought of someone causing trouble that he even considered killing Hermione.

Is it easy to make some money on your own?

If I don't have money, how will I support you in the future?

Hermione is so insensible!

On the surface, Harvey sincerely agreed, "Yes, Harry, you need to think it over carefully before making a decision. Twenty thousand Galleons is no small sum."

Hearing Harvey's advice, Harry Potter became even more determined.

"No need to persuade me, I believe in Harvey!"

"I'll go to Gringotts and withdraw the money next semester. Anyway, the remaining wealth in the vault is enough for me to live on for the rest of my life."

Harvey was deeply moved; he had finally gotten his hands on this sucker's gold coins.

He gripped Harry Potter's hand tightly, making a friendly gesture, and assured him, "I will not let you down. Believe me, this research will not disappoint you!"

Harry Potter nodded emphatically, his eyes lost in memories, beginning to envision the wonderful moment when his parents were successfully resurrected.

Seeing that the situation was already decided, Hermione could only purse her lips and stop trying to persuade her.

But she still had doubts. "Harvey doesn't seem like the kind of person who would risk his life to do magical research."

"I hope it's just my imagination..."

......

As the three talked, the Hogwarts Express's chimneys whirred and spewed steam, and the train slowly started moving with a clang.

The long, drawn-out whistle echoed over the tracks, and the scenery outside the window gradually receded into the distance.

A middle-aged female salesperson dressed in a wizard's robe pushed her cart into the carriage.

"Kids, come and see what snacks you want!"

"Here you'll find Chocolate Frog, Licorice Wand, Bubble Gum, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans... and more."

I never imagined that even trains in the magical world would have annoying salesmen.

Harvey shook his head expressionlessly, indicating that he didn't need these childish snacks.

Hermione was more curious about the snacks in the magical world, so she ordered a little of each kind, but not much, and it only cost her two silver sciutto in total.

Harry Potter seems to think that offering snacks to his best friend is a way to show his enthusiasm and generosity.

He immediately asked the salesman for a whole five Galleons worth of snacks.

Thinking he had encountered a salesman who was a greedy child, Harry Potter was given a cloth bag full of snacks with a broad smile.

A huge bag, over a meter tall, almost as tall as Harvey!

Harvey couldn't help but say, "Harry, there are probably enough snacks here for you to eat for a year. Are you sure you can finish them all?"

Harry Potter replied matter-of-factly, "This isn't for me, it's for you. Don't you like snacks?"

Harry Potter, who was disliked by his aunt from a young age, could not even get enough to eat, let alone snacks.

That's why he thinks snacks are the most precious things in the world.

Therefore, he wanted to treat Harvey and Hermione to snacks as a token of his sincerest gratitude.

Harvey really wanted to say that he didn't like snacks, but in order not to upset Harry Potter's sensitive heart, he could only force a smile and say:

"Thank you, Harry, you're so generous."

Just then, a slightly chubby boy ran into the carriage in a panic, his voice trembling with tears, and asked:

Have you seen my Leif?

Wow! Isn't that the Gryffindor Sword Saint?

“Rabbit?” Harvey feigned surprise. “Hogwarts actually allows shotguns into the school?”

Harry Potter was also very surprised, as he had only seen the description of "rifle" in Muggle school history textbooks.

"Does Hogwarts School often encounter danger? Otherwise, why would students bring guns to school?"

Hermione, who was gradually showing signs of becoming a know-it-all, recalled for a moment and said uncertainly:

"In 'Hogwarts: A History,' there are many cases of students dying unexpectedly. Could this be the reason why they need to bring weapons to school?"

The slightly chubby boy was stunned. "What's a shotgun? Leif... is a toad, not a shotgun!"

"So it was just a pet!" Harry Potter said, relieved.

Hermione, however, still frowned. It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned it; now that she thought about it, going to Hogwarts seemed to actually be life-threatening.

She regretted not bringing a weapon for self-defense.

Harvey pointed to Harry's large bag of snacks, which contained thirty or forty restless chocolate frogs.

He teased in a strange tone, "Lucky kid, is this the toad you're looking for? Or is it this...this...this...this one?"

The slightly chubby boy actually went up to Harry Potter's snack bag and carefully examined all the chocolate frogs.

Then, in distress, he scratched his head and shouted, "No, these are not my Lefebvre!"

Harvey: "......"

Harvey felt a little ashamed, wondering if it was going too far to tease a child with intellectual disabilities.

Chapter 23 Arriving at Hogwarts

Hermione rolled her eyes at Harvey, who loved to tease others, and said, "That joke isn't funny at all."

Then she greeted the slightly chubby boy warmly.

“Hello, my name is Hermione Granger, a first-year student. It’s nice to meet you. As a wizard, you can actually use the Summoning Charm to call your pet back.”

The slightly chubby boy scratched his head. "Hello, my name is... Na... Nawi Longbottom, and I'm... a first-year student. I haven't learned... learned the Summoning Charm yet."

"I'm Harry Potter, a first-year student. It's nice to meet you, Neville," Harry greeted him simply.

Harvey was about to introduce himself as well, but Hermione interrupted him, saying, "Are you also a wizard from a Muggle family?"

Hermione looked incredulous.

Neville shook his head and continued stammering, "I...I come from a pure-blood wizarding family, but...I've always been forgetful, and...I'm not very fluent in speech..."

"Many great figures also had very difficult childhoods. Neville, as long as you overcome your inner fears, you will surely become a renowned wizard in the future."

Harvey, who had read the script, encouraged Neville.

Encouraged, Neville's eyes seemed to light up, and his stuttering seemed to disappear in that instant.

"Thank you for your blessing. By the way, what was I trying to ask you when I came in?"

Harvey: "......"

Hermione asked tentatively, "Have you... forgotten that you came here to find your lost pet?"

Neville slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing, "Right...right, I'm here to see...Rever...have you...seen Rever?"

Harvey wanted to point at Harry's bag of snacks again and tell another corny joke.

Hermione glared at him, then took out her wand and waved it lightly.

"Leffe is here!"

A few seconds later, a toad the size of a palm flew in through the carriage window.

"Reverie! This is my Reverie, are you alright? I thought I'd never see you again... Waaah..."

Neville excitedly held the toad as if it were a precious treasure, carefully examining it for any injuries.

Seeing this touching scene of deep affection between master and pet, Harvey made a suggestion.

"Perhaps you should put it in a cage so you won't lose your pet so easily again."

Neville shook his head vigorously.

“I...I will never...lock Raeford in a cage…”

"Stop talking, I understand what you mean." Harvey couldn't help but interrupt him, seeing how much effort he was putting into speaking.

Hermione said earnestly, "Pets are a wizard's best companions, like my Crookshanks, I don't want to lock it in a cage."

Hearing this, Harvey became somewhat curious.