Upon arriving at Old Tom's shop, Mr. Harris warmly greeted Tom. "Mr. Tom, may your business prosper! Please get me a Fish-flavored Green Beer, and a Pumpkin Juice for each of the children."
"Certainly, Mr. Harris. Please wait a moment."
Old Tom bent at the waist in a bow, seemingly thanking them for their patronage.
"What dedication. It's genuinely moving!" Allen could not help but praise him.
"Owen, Owen Harris..." An enthusiastic call came from the rear right side of the display window.
"Arthur, it's wonderful to see you!" Mr. Harris warmly embraced Arthur Weasley, as if he were hugging a brother he had not seen in years.
"It's rare for us to have the time to get together. How about we have a couple of drinks?"
Mr. Harris felt that he had found an opportunity. Arthur would surely be willing to take on the matter of handling Muggle magical items.
"Sure." After glancing at his wife Molly, who was chatting happily with Mrs. Harris, Arthur Weasley agreed without hesitation.
"Ron can go play with your boy. Just make sure you don't wander too far."
As soon as he finished speaking, a red-haired boy with freckles on either side of his nose poked his head out from behind him and looked excitedly at Allen.
This is a rare chance to explore freely, Allen thought.
Ron was extremely talkative, and he seemed rarely to have encountered such a cooperative listener.
As an outstanding teacher, Allen was very good at listening. Besides, he learned plenty of interesting information during their conversation.
With subtle encouragement and careful probing, Allen gradually integrated the Magical World common sense left behind by the original owner of this body, hiding his true identity even more deeply.
"Allen, look! It's so lively over there!" Ron, who had been babbling nonstop about Quidditch, suddenly changed the subject.
Following Ron's gaze, Allen saw a crowd gathered beside Quality Quidditch Supplies, with cheers and applause rising one after another.
Ron immediately stopped heading into Quality Quidditch Supplies and instead pulled Allen into the crowd.
"Wow, Malfoy is amazing! He's already earned five honor Badges and can exchange them for a Lawrence poster."
A voice full of envy, jealousy, and resentment sounded beside them, along with many more like it.
"Who is Lawrence?" Allen asked Ron.
"He's Ireland's Seeker. In the latest Quidditch match, he turned the tide and won victory for Ireland!"
Ron made no effort to hide his fervent admiration for Lawrence. His eyes burned as he looked at the poster.
"Ha, Allen, why don't we join too? We can definitely surpass Malfoy. As long as we answer ten questions correctly, we can get two posters!" Ron looked at Allen expectantly.
"Heh. Want to surpass me? Just try it if you've got the guts!"
Malfoy looked Ron and Allen up and down, every expression and movement radiating disdain.
Many so-called "superior people" had this talent. They did not need many words; a single look could make you uncomfortable and make you understand your poverty and insignificance.
Malfoy's Platinum-blond hair gleamed in the sunlight, but his otherwise fairly cute face was ruined by his raised brows, making him seem overly arrogant and irritating.
"We'll definitely surpass you! Allen, let's go answer the questions." Ron waved his fist at Malfoy.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes at Allen. This boy with Platinum-blond hair like his own had far more of the bearing a Pureblood Wizard ought to possess than the Weasley beside him.
If he were not hanging around with the traitorous Weasley Family, he would be more suitable as a follower than Goyle and Crabbe. "Your name is Allen? Are you a child of the Harris Family, with that hair? If you can answer three questions correctly, I'll allow you to become my follower."
What a tsundere kid, Allen thought. As a homeroom teacher for seven years, Allen knew all too well what these teenagers truly longed for deep down.
In the plot he remembered, this boy had become enemies with Harry Potter before school even began because of his unpleasant way of speaking and arrogant attitude. Yet his original intention had merely been to become friends with Harry Potter.
But when it came to answering questions, Allen truly lacked confidence. After all, he was an outsider who had only read the original novels and genuinely knew little about this world's system of knowledge.
Ron had already pulled Allen into the line. Coming back to his senses, Allen carefully observed how the contestants ahead answered the questions.
So far, no one had answered more than three questions correctly.
Ron was already dumbfounded. "Allen, we're doomed. We're going to embarrass ourselves. I don't know a single answer. What about you?"
On the contrary, Allen felt half his worries lift.
They were merely brain teasers, logical riddles. As a mathematics teacher, he enjoyed playing Sudoku and solving difficult logic puzzles in his spare time.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here." Growing far more confident, Allen reassured Ron.
Soon, it was Allen and Ron's turn.
The Quidditch shop clerk waved his wand, and a giant parchment ten inches long and wide swiftly displayed a question: Five identical Silver Sickles. How should they be arranged so that every two coins touched?
"Oh, I've never even touched a Silver Sickle!" Ron despairingly plunged both hands into his hair and tugged downward.
"This has nothing to do with whether you own any Silver Sickles. Don't worry, I can solve it."
Allen's confident appearance successfully stopped Ron from trying to turn himself bald.
"Put one Silver Sickle on the bottom. Then place the second and third on top of the first. Stand the fourth and fifth upright on top of the first as well."
As he spoke, Allen took out Silver Sickles and demonstrated.
No one could solve the question that quickly, not even Malfoy. Unless the contestant had seen the solution to this question beforehand, but this little wizard was clearly not old enough to be out shopping alone whenever he pleased.
He accepted the five-pointed-star honor Badge handed over by the clerk, along with countless admiring gazes.
"The second question is also related to coins."
The clerk seemed to think highly of Allen and winked at him.
"Only one person can do the next question. Which one of you will go?"
Ron looked eagerly at Allen, making Allen feel that he should step forward without hesitation.
"I'll do it." Allen looked at the clerk.
"Please close your eyes!" The clerk covered Allen's eyes with a thickly folded strip of red cloth.
Then, the clerk brought out a pile of Knuts and placed them on the table. He waved his wand and said, "There are twenty-three Knuts lying flat on the table, ten of them heads-up. Divide these Knuts into two piles in the best possible way, with the same number of heads-up Knuts in each pile."
"This is too difficult! The two sides of a Knut feel almost the same. How can anyone tell them apart without seeing?"
"This probably requires some kind of mental magic. Something that lets you see even without opening your eyes."
"Even if such magic exists, neither of us has heard of it. There's no way a wizard who hasn't attended Hogwarts could master it!"
Ron looked at Allen worriedly. "We're finished. Allen said before that he didn't know Charms!"
Unaffected by the surrounding spectators, Allen calmly selected thirteen Knuts and placed them to one side without changing their orientation. Then he selected the remaining ten, placed them on the other side in the same manner, and flipped all ten Knuts over.
"Completely correct! Incredible! You're truly brilliant!" The clerk exclaimed as he untied the red cloth.
Just as expected, Allen smoothly solved the next three difficult questions.
The clerk handed Lawrence's poster to Allen.
This was no ordinary poster. It moved!
A man with the physique of a bodybuilder sat on a Flying Broomstick, tore open the clothes across his chest, and roared in celebration of victory!
Allen did not find it particularly remarkable. After all, the world he had lived in during his previous life had recorded images far longer than this.
He casually handed the poster to Ron. Ron's ears turned bright red. He had contributed nothing to the contest, but he truly could not resist Lawrence's allure.
"I'll put him above my bed. Thank you, Allen!" Ron stammered his thanks, pressing the poster tightly against his chest.
"Please don't." Allen glanced at Lawrence roaring against Ron's chest. "You definitely won't be able to sleep at night."
"Would you like to continue the challenge?"
The clerk was exceptionally amiable. He also thoroughly enjoyed watching Allen's blazing speed leave the spectators utterly crushed. Such answering speed made the onlookers question their entire lives. Was I born without a brain?
"Of course. Allen can definitely do it!" Ron had already become Allen's biggest fan. He felt Allen could do anything.
"Alright." The clerk excitedly waved his wand, not giving Allen a chance to refuse. He too wanted to see how far Allen could go.
"What is the Incantation for the Levitation Charm?" It was indeed difficult, because one had to attend a magic school before learning and encountering Charms.
"Wingardium Leviosa." This did not stump Allen either. Having read the novels and watched the films, he was extremely familiar with the Incantation.
But at the same time, he felt that his challenge might soon come to an end. After all, there were only so many Incantations he remembered.
"Ding—The Super Scholar System is at your service!" Just as Allen accepted that he might fail the challenge, an ethereal young woman's voice rang out in his mind.
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