Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

Snape shook off Dumbledore's support.

He shakily stood up, leaning on the wooden table, and stared coldly at the obviously ominous invitation, without moving an inch.

It's like they have "I refuse" written all over their foreheads.

Potions Professor Severus Snape declined your invitation.

The "Librarian" ability is not yet enabled, so the invitations you send out do not yet have contractual effect.

[This feature will be unlocked once the Fairy Tale Erosion level increases.]

"That's really a pity."

Seeing this, Saul readily took back his top hat.

The pale, severed hand, holding the invitation, disappeared back into the top hat, as if by magic.

"Librarian" can be seen as a subordinate of the librarian, providing assistance.

"I really look forward to the day when the library grows bigger."

At that time, the entire magical world will be astonished.

Thor thought with pleasure.

For a moment, silence filled the office.

Dumbledore looked at Thor, who had a calm expression, and sighed deeply in his heart.

Failed.

This time, it really was a case of him not considering things carefully enough.

Thinking that mind control would solve the problem once and for all, they didn't expect that a person's thoughts and memories could produce an effect comparable to mental pollution!

What exactly did the Green family instill in this child? They've done so many bad things.

"So similar... in both talent and unconventional ideas." A figure with black hair and red eyes appeared in Dumbledore's mind.

Hopefully, you won't follow the same path as those who came before you.

"Mr. Green..."

Just as Dumbledore bent down, intending to ease the tension...

Professor Snape, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up: "I'll take Mr. Green to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies."

"Um?"

Dumbledore turned his head in surprise and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Snape's appearance.

—He remembers that expression all too well.

This was the expression Snape had when he came to him for help on that howling cliff more than a decade ago.

On the night of the Savior's birth, Snape collapsed in tears atop the tower, wearing the same expression.

A pale, waxy face, eyes that shimmered with an otherworldly light.

So many years have passed, but nothing has changed.

No.

At this moment, Snape was even more frantic than before, like a drowning man seeing the last straw reaching out to him.

The only person who could make him appear so out of sorts was that one person.

But she has already passed away.

...What exactly did you see in Thor's mind?

Dumbledore was genuinely puzzled and slowly began to speak:

"The task of accompanying Mr. Green to Diagon Alley has been handed over to Professor McGonagall."

He instinctively didn't want Snape to have any more contact with Thor.

However, Snape's attitude was unusually firm.

"No need to trouble Professor McGonagall, I have time right now."

As he spoke, Snape stepped forward.

He reached out, paused, and then, as if he had made some great sacrifice, grabbed Thor's arm with a twisted face.

He needed to know what was going on with that book that looked like Lily!

Snape: "Come on, I'll show you around, Mr. Green."

A perfectly good sentence was twisted into a threat.

Tsk tsk, so smug~

Thor thought to himself, but said nothing. He simply said, "Before that, I have something very important to do."

Snape's brow furrowed: "...Speak."

Thor: "Let's eat breakfast."

I came here specifically to have breakfast, but after all that fuss, I didn't get to eat a single bite.

Upon hearing this, Snape and Dumbledore's expressions froze.

A question mark, seemingly tangible, appeared above my head.

Breakfast?

Is it breakfast time now?

Saul: "I live a very structured life. I get up at 6:30 every morning and have breakfast at 7:30."

"It's 7:46 now."

Saul tapped the ticking gold pocket watch.

After a moment of silence.

"......Ha ha ha ha!"

Dumbledore suddenly burst into laughter, and the gloom that had been hanging over him vanished as he met Thor's serious expression.

He believed that Voldemort, regardless of his age, would never demand that he eat on time!

"Yes, I think so, Mr. Green. Punctuality is very important. I'm sorry, it was my oversight."

Dumbledore bowed slightly, and behind his half-moon spectacles, his aged blue eyes gazed sincerely at Thor.

This apology was far too formal for a breakfast.

This also implies the previous tacit approval of Snape's legus extraction.

Thor adjusted his hat brim and accepted Dumbledore's apology.

Then, with a wave of his hand, Dumbledore conjured a round table laden with food between the two of them.

Perfectly toasted bread, piping hot sunny-side-up eggs, crispy fried bacon, and a variety of jams and drinks.

Saul nodded in satisfaction, pulled a napkin from his pocket, tied it around his collar, and sat down properly.

They looked like they were about to have a good meal!

It's fun.

Apart from a certain greasy black bat standing blankly to the side, everything seemed so harmonious.

Snape: "..."

He hated these "aristocratic manners"!!

......

Until 8:30.

Saul gracefully put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, and ended this "belated breakfast".

When the Catbus landed on the rooftop outside, Snape practically dragged Thor onto the bus.

"Hehehe~ Young people are so energetic."

Dumbledore watched them leave with a smile, then suddenly thought of something:

"Huh, today seems to be another freshman who needs special attention, going shopping at Diagon Alley..."

A savior who had just been received by Hagrid.

"Oh dear, Professor Snape is going to be very busy now."

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes.

However, Severus is reliable after all; with him around, there's no need to worry about Thor getting into trouble again.

With this in mind, Dumbledore looked away with relief.

He turned around slowly, looking troubled as he faced the mountain of letters piled up on his desk.

They had no idea that in the near future...

Thanks to Saul's efforts, the number of urgent letters delivered by owls will be many times greater than it is now.

......

London, at the back door of the Leaky Cauldron pub at Charing Cross Road, courtyard.

"Three lines up, two lines down, remember that—wait, how did this wall open by itself?"

Snape, holding his wand that he hadn't yet struck, stared blankly at the wall he had opened, a string of question marks popping into his head.

When did Diagon Alley get upgraded and start using automatic doors?

Thor: "It must be because I've been here before. This wall remembers me, how heartwarming!"

"..."

Snape looked at the trembling bricks and thought that couldn't be the case.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself not to think about how Saul had gotten in last time.

He lowered his wand, his face expressionless, and stepped into Diagon Alley first, striding forward.

"I think you don't need to go to Gringotts, right?"

"No need. The Grimm family's treasury isn't in Gringotts, and those goblins are always too enthusiastic."

"Ha," Snape chuckled, "Very good, that saves a lot of time."

Their first stop was the wand shop, because wands were the easiest to get.

When I squeezed through the bustling crowds of the back-to-school season, I saw the old shop with the sign "Olivanders: Making fine wands since 381 BC".

Snape suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Thor: "What's wrong, Professor Snape? You don't look well."

Snape sneered, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Green. I haven't had a good time since I met you."

He pursed his lips and stared intently at a figure in the wand shop window.

He looked like a colossal scoundrel who had seen a terrifying beast but was too proud to turn and run away.

Thor followed Professor Snape's gaze.

Just then, their eyes met a pair of bright green eyes that turned towards them.

The moment their eyes met, those green eyes paused for a moment, then brightened up noticeably!

"Ring ring!"

Accompanied by the sound of wind chimes, the famous wizarding savior, Harry Potter, ran out of the wand shop!

"Sol!"

Harry shouted with delight and waved at them.

Those bright green eyes shone with a brilliant and vibrant light in the sunlight.

Saul noticed.

Professor Snape, standing beside him, froze completely.