Sirius, flush with cash, directly took the group to the Extraordinary Clothing Store and boldly declared that he would cover all their purchases.
Kayson, who had been looking at a Mithril belt buckle, twitched his ears and naturally switched to a Perkin belt buckle.
The corner of Sirius's mouth twitched at the sight. "Um..." Before he could finish, Kayson swiftly took the buckle off and placed it in front of Sirius.
"Mm-hmm. Go pay for it."
"...O...K..."
After stiffly paying the bill, Sirius looked at the other young wizards. Compared to Kayson, these kids were far more adorable. Ron had only picked the plainest, cheapest style, while the others had merely chosen accessories with prices that were not too outrageous. Unlike Kayson...
Tsk, tsk, tsk...
Comparisons really could kill.
Soon, the young wizards—Ron in particular—had bought everything they needed. Sirius coolly paid the bill, and once they were outside, he took out his wand, discreetly held it near his mouth, and muttered for a while. Then, with a flick of his wand, a short string of information flew back into the clothing store.
"Next, Ron, all you need to do is wait. They'll send the formal robes directly to Hogwarts before you need them."
Ron nodded gratefully but said nothing.
The group returned to Privet Drive, while Kayson used Ender teleportation to return directly to Hogwarts.
Unlike Sirius, as a responsible professor, he still needed to prepare this semester's lesson plans in advance...
Well, actually, when he had returned to Baker Street earlier, he had happened to see a damn truck plow straight into his living room. Fixing it himself would have been easy—just a few hours—but that would have drawn far too much attention.
So, once again, he had no choice but to entrust the house to Sherlock's... roommate...