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

Mr. Longbottom nodded, somewhat bewildered.

Okay, see you at school!

Seeing Longbottom's dazed expression, Neville's grandmother couldn't bear it any longer and pulled her grandson back.

Everyone else is going to choose a wand, why are you still holding his hand and joining in the fun?

Grandma Neville gave Professor Snape an apologetic smile, and Snape nodded to her, indicating that it was no big deal.

Then, she began to berate Neville in a rather irritating manner.

Grandma Neville recognized Professor Snape beforehand, which is why she specifically wanted her child to go over and become familiar with him.

After all, the Longbottom family is one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, so there's a good chance they'll be sorted into Slytherin.

Although Grandma Neville thought her grandson might be better suited to stay in Hufflepuff.

But who knows? The Sorting Hat has existed for hundreds of years, and it's not like it hasn't made mistakes in sorting people into the wrong houses. It's probably gotten senile by now.

Neville lowered his head, his round face flushed, staring blankly at the floor, nodding repeatedly, but no one knew what he was thinking.

I will always remember that day; that sun-like boy remains the most profound impression I have of him.

—From the legendary wizard's "The Story of Neville Longbottom"

On the other side, Luke cooperated by picking and choosing.

He didn't receive the kind of treatment often given to fanfiction protagonists who are either compatible with all wands or incompatible with all wands.

Luke isn't a wand that comes to life and doesn't have a special attack bonus against wands.

This thing is all about compatibility between personality and inner self.

The idealistic world is just so irrational.

"Oh!"

Luke waved his hand, and a small crater was blasted into the ground.

"Not this one!"

"Crack!"

With another wave, the wand emitted a stream of light, which Professor Snape blocked.

"It's not this one either. Let me think... let's try this one then."

Mr. Ollivander did not seem discouraged; on the contrary, he appeared quite excited.

A picky little wizard, great, I like this kind of high-intensity choice.

After trying five or six wands and leaving the shop floor cratered, Luke finally found the wand that best suited him.

"Wow!"

The wand jingled, and flowers appeared—it was this one!

Mr. Ollivander nodded in satisfaction.

Very well, he has found another wand for a young wizard that can accompany him for the rest of his life.

"Willow wood, the heartstring of the fire dragon, 13."

A rather odd combination.

Ollivander muttered to himself.

I wonder which of his ancestors made the wand.

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Chapter 63 For Longbottom, Neville!

Upon hearing that it was made of this material, Professor Snape instinctively clenched his fist.

Willow wood, Lily

Isn't the heartstring of the fire dragon a snake?

That's good, that's good.

Snape was relieved.

"how much is it?"

"Snape asked."

"7 Galleons, 13 Silver Sikor".

Professor Snape took out his money to pay the bill and turned to leave with Luke.

"Take care, you two."

We've already wasted enough time this morning, so we need to speed up the afternoon's make-up classes to make up for it.

As for the other two Longbottoms, they had already left, and they still needed to buy a lot of things.

Just as I reached the door, someone else opened it and came in.

The man was burly and stout, and he squeezed his way into the shop with difficulty, bowing his head and bending over.

Behind him followed a little boy with bright green eyes, messy black hair, and a thin body.

Snape was taken aback.

"Professor Snape?"

The half-giant Hagrid exclaimed in surprise.

What a coincidence! I ran into Professor Snape here.

But looking down, he saw Luke waving at him.

"Are you here to buy a wand too, Luke?"

Hagrid grinned sheepishly.

He wasn't particularly fond of Professor Snape, but he adored Luke, who had grown up at Hogwarts.

It should be said that, apart from Snape himself, every senior teacher and staff member at Hogwarts greeted Luke with a smile.

Who can get angry at a cute, polite, and articulate little child?

"Yes, Hagrid, are you here to mentor the new students today?"

Luke raised his wand in a gesture.

Luke wasn't surprised that Harry Potter appeared in the wizarding world a week early.

That's what he did.

Luke went out for a stroll a while ago and "accidentally" discovered that a Muggle's vacant lot had been stuffed with a lot of college admission invitations by magical owls.

Out of "curiosity," he mentioned this strange incident to Old Deng when he returned to school.

What happened next should be clear to everyone.

It was no surprise that Hagrid, the God of War, came to visit and found his friend's son locked in the stairwell storage room, and in a fit of rage...

Well, that's roughly how it is.

At that time, Luke had not yet awakened the Mist Space, and his magic had just been awakened. As a result, he discovered that his talent was so shallow that it was enough to bring tears to one's eyes.

That's why he deliberately tried to curry favor, hoping that he could use the protagonist's halo to survive when he goes crazy without a nose.

But now, that's completely unnecessary.

Even if it were to jump up and come back to life without a nose, he would still slap it with a big shovel.

Uncle Tom had to give him a performance on the spot. (This account has been banned.)

Upon hearing this, Hagrid remembered that there was someone behind him, and quickly took two steps forward to let the boy in.

"Little Luke, guess who he is?"

"You guessed right, I'm sending you a bottle of eight-eyed spider venom."

Hagrid laughed heartily, while the boy behind him looked somewhat nervous.

"Luke, let's go."

"Professor Snape said suddenly."

"You haven't finished your lessons for today yet, it's time to go home."

Professor Snape continued.

Then, ignoring Hagrid and the little boy behind him, he walked straight through them and out of the store.

Luke spread his hands and smiled helplessly at Hagrid.

"I'm sorry, Hagrid, the professor has always been like this."

"Let's talk again next time. By the way, Harry, you really look like your mother."

Luke spoke to the little boy hiding behind Hagrid, and without waiting for their reply, hurriedly followed Professor Snape.

Based on his understanding of Professor Snape, this was definitely something to be furious about.

Hagrid scratched his head.

"Harry, have you met Luke before?"

Harry shook his head in confusion.

Given Luke's good looks, Harry would definitely remember him if he had seen him before.

"Haven't you seen it before? Did Professor Snape tell Luke what happened back then?"

Hagrid muttered to himself.

However, given his loud voice, what he called whispering was essentially a face-to-face conversation to outsiders.

"What happened back then? Hagrid, you know about my mother's story too?"

Harry looked up and asked.

"Oh, this? Harry, let's choose a wand first. Choosing a wand is important!"

Hagrid chuckled awkwardly, changing the subject abruptly.

Harry gave him a suspicious look.

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

At this moment, Mr. Ollivander interrupted the two at just the right time and recited his usual lines again.

Hagrid wiped sweat from his forehead as he watched Harry being successfully subdued by Mr. Ollivander.

When he got home, Snape didn't start teaching, leaving behind the words, "Take a good rest today."

He then locked himself in the laboratory.

He didn't come out until dinner time.

Luke didn't mind; men always have those two days when they're in a bad mood and need to reload.

However, to Luke's surprise, Snape's secluded training this time lasted a rather long time.

It wasn't until almost the start of the school year that Professor Snape emerged from the laboratory, sporting greasy hair.

During this period, the daily lessons consisted of studying Professor Snape's newly compiled notes on various spells.

After they came out, Professor Snape handed Luke a small bag, the contents of which had been expanded using a Seamless Stretch Charm.

"I've prepared some things for you inside; you might need them later."

"If anyone at school tries to hurt you, you can use all the magic I taught you. Don't worry about the consequences."

Snape confessed, his dark pupils reflecting a cold, venomous emotion.

It wasn't directed at him, Luke nodded.

At Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, Luke watched the parents and students coming and going, and tightened his wizard robe.