Simultaneous Time Travel: Am I the only normal person among them?

He banged his head against the wall repeatedly, crying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Nig blocked the little master's way!" "Nig is a bad elf! A bad elf!" "Little master, you should punish Nig, whip him!"

Luke shook his head helplessly as he watched Nig go completely insane.

Ignoring Nig, I figured he'd come to his senses after punishing himself for a while.

Over the years, Luke has gotten used to it.

Apparitions, and he sits at the dining table.

Just as I was about to raise my glass to take a sip of milk, I heard a hoarse voice coming from behind me.

"Not bad Apparition."

It's Snape.

Apparition, a technique that even adult wizards may not be proficient in, is now being used with unparalleled skill by young Luke, which is truly commendable.

Snape's eyes were bloodshot; it was clear he hadn't slept all night.

However, unlike the original story, the current Snape does not have the greasy hair that is typical of fanfiction.

Her long, jet-black hair was loose, and if you got close, you could smell the scent of bird-snake-egg-yolk shampoo.

However, the key point is: no slicked-back hair! No slicked-back hair! No slicked-back hair!

So, can the slick-haired professor without his slicked-back hair still be the real Snape?

That's when it loses its soul!

Of course, this is good too. At least Luke doesn't have to live with Professor Snape every day with a strange smell.

As it turns out, Professor Snape was just used to being slovenly.

It wasn't because of the Potter family's "shampoo" that he deliberately didn't wash his hair.

Besides, the Potter family's ancestor, Fremont Potter, invented a quick-smoothing hair product, not shampoo at all.

"Professor Snape, would you like to have some breakfast together?"

Luke didn't pay attention to Professor Snape's praise.

If the students at Hogwarts knew about this compliment, they would probably be shocked and wonder if the Great Bat had been given a love potion on his way out today.

Otherwise, why would Professor Snape possibly praise someone?

Isn't this even rarer than the sun rising in the west?

"No need. After you finish eating, pack your things and we'll go to Diagon Alley."

Professor Snape's voice was icy, as if the boy in front of him, who bore a resemblance to him, was not his child but his enemy.

Luke nodded in agreement.

All these years have passed, and Professor Snape has remained the same.

It's rare for Snape to show obvious emotional changes, but based on his many years of experience, Luke can already understand Snape's inner emotions from his unwavering tone.

Just like a certain sister-obsessed person's floor language is at a level ten, his Snape language has also reached the pinnacle!

In a normal person's tone, this sentence would be:

I took some energy drinks in the lab, so I won't have breakfast with you. You should finish your breakfast quickly, as school starts soon. We'll go to the street together later; I'll buy you some things you need.

After Luke finished his mental exercise, he quickly finished his breakfast.

At this moment, Nig, with a bandage on his head, appeared at the dining table and obediently began clearing away the plates.

House-elves are such strange creatures.

One second he wanted to kill himself and bang his head against the wall.

The moment his master needs him to do something, he will appear immediately or even in advance.

After dealing with all the trivial matters, I continued to punish myself.

Sometimes Luke even wondered if he, a wizard served by house-elves, was also part of their game.

The fireplace was lit, Luke packed his things, a small bag hanging from his waist, and followed Snape into the fireplace.

"Break the Cauldron Bar!"

Two figures, one tall and one short, appeared in the Leaky Cauldron. The owner, Tom, greeted Snape with a smile.

Good morning, Professor Snape!

Snape nodded.

Although he is indeed rather eccentric and withdrawn, he is not a crazy person who would go around eating melons indiscriminately.

When others greet him, he naturally responds, but only in a simple way.

The boss, Tom, didn't care. Everyone knew what a strange and eccentric person the headmaster of Slytherin was.

But what can you do when he's so capable?

A master of potions and spells, and also a professor at Hogwarts with students all over the world.

"Little Luke, it's been a long time! How about a butterbeer?"

Old Tom suggested.

"No, thank you very much for your kindness. I still need to go shopping with Professor Snape today."

"Oh, I see. Yes, yes, it's almost time for Luke to start school!"

When Old Tom heard this, he calculated the recent time and realized that it was almost time for Hogwarts to start school.

Time flies!

Remember when Luke first came to the Leaky Cauldron with Snape? He got his nose covered in soot from the fireplace.

The little guy's face was covered in black marks, which made the old man laugh out loud.

However, since then, he has used magic to clean the ashes off the fireplace every day.

"Little Luke, you must make a lot of new friends at school. You can bring your new friends with you, and I'll treat them to butterbeer."

"By the way, Hannah is also a freshman this year. Don't forget to say hello to your old friends when the time comes."

Old Tom chuckled.

Luke is such a good kid; he should never learn from Professor Snape when it comes to making friends.

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Chapter 62 The Gryffindor Sword Saint

After saying goodbye to old Tom, Luke followed Professor Snape to buy some essential items for young wizards entering school.

Crucibles, custom-made school uniforms, owls, and various teaching materials.

Honestly, he already had mountains of these things at home, yet Professor Snape still insisted on taking him all the way to Diagon Alley.

To deepen the relationship?

No, no, no, this is the stubborn worldview unique to wizards.

It would be truly unfortunate if I didn't bring my child here in person.

Just like Lucius Malfoy in the original story, even though he is the patriarch of the Malfoy family, one of the Twenty-Eight Pureblood Families.

Every year during the start of the school year at Hogwarts, he would personally bring his son Draco Malfoy to Diagon Alley to shop.

On the one hand, it allows you to connect with other parents who have children in school, and on the other hand, it strengthens your bond with your child. Why not?

Ollivanders Wand Shop, push open the door.

Mr. Ollivander had just finished fitting another young wizard with a wand when he turned around and saw Professor Snape push open the door and enter.

"Oh, it's been a long time, Professor Snape. Time flies. I still remember the first time you came here."

Here comes Mr. Ollivander's classic line!

You bought XX from me, and I even remember that its core was XX. I think it must have been with you for a long time.

Luke strongly suspected that the old man secretly recorded each time he sold a wand into a memory orb, and then took it out to recall it after a while.

He's just waiting to say these words to the young wizard of yesteryear, now a long-time customer, to demonstrate his professionalism.

But it must be said that Mr. Ollivander's words were indeed effective; at least Snape's expression softened considerably.

Everyone has a youthful time, and everyone wants to go back to the past.

This seemingly casual remark, almost like a fixed NPC's, had a tremendous impact on the middle-aged wizard who had spent half his life busy.

“It works very well, Mr. Ollivander. Find him a wand.”

Upon hearing this reply, old man Ollivander closed his eyes comfortably; the guest's praise was undoubtedly the greatest affirmation for him as a cane maker.

"Is this Mr. Snape? Come here quickly, let's find the wand that's best for you!"

Mr. Ollivander waved.

Luke walked over, and old man Ollivander took a measuring tape and measured his height, waist, and arm circumference, asking as he did so:

"Mr. Snape, are you left-handed or right-handed?"

"Left hand."

"Let me think, where did I put it? I remember it should be here."

After inquiring about the young customer's preferences, Mr. Ollivander squeezed into the narrow, compact shelves, occasionally rummaging through the boxes.

The place looked extremely dilapidated, with thousands of long, narrow cardboard boxes containing wands piled from floor to ceiling, covered in a thin layer of dust.

Luke watched with great interest as old man Ollivander rummaged through the drawers, while Professor Snape waited silently beside him.

At that moment, a timid voice rang out.

"Hello, I'm Neville Longbottom. Can we be friends?"

The volume gradually decreased, and the chubby boy lowered his head, his face flushed.

He no longer had the courage to look up and face Luke's answer.

Behind Neville, an old woman looked up with disappointment and said, "Barton, he embodies the virtues of the Longbottom family!"

Just as poor Mr. Longbottom was about to burst into tears, a hand appeared in his field of vision.

Mr. Longbottom stared blankly.

"Aren't you going to shake hands, my friend?"

Neville looked up in disbelief, only to be greeted by Luke's gentle smile.

"My name is Luke Snape, nice to meet you."

“Hey, Neville, I remember I taught you social etiquette!”

Grandma Neville spoke sternly, reminding Neville that the other person's hand was still outstretched.

After hearing his grandmother's warning, the Gryffindor swordsman finally realized what was happening and hurriedly grabbed Luke's hands with both of his.

Hello, hello

Neville Longbottom stammered, looking nervous.

Neville was the last customer Ollivander had served. After choosing his wand, Neville, encouraged by his grandmother, mustered up his courage and came over to introduce himself to Luke.

He had promised his grandmother before that he would learn to change and be more courageous.

Today is the first day of his change.

"Little Snape, come quickly, I think I'll find a wand that's right for you soon."

At that moment, Mr. Ollivander, carrying a pile of boxes and covered in dust, squeezed out from the shelf.

Choosing a wizard for your wand is a solemn and serious matter that depends on fate.

"Neville, may I call you that?"

"Oh? Sure, sure."

"I need to go pick out a wand now, Neville. See you at school in a few days? I'm sure you're a Hogwarts student too."

Luke laughed.