The Leaky Cauldron, Linking Entry System!

Charing Cross Road, London.

Between a large bookstore and a record shop.

The Leaky Cauldron.

From the outside.

This pub was inconspicuous.

It was even easy for passersby to overlook.

Its exterior gave off a feeling of being ancient and slightly dilapidated.

As if time had stood still here.

Just then.

Inside a single room.

A boy with blonde hair was busy bustling about.

Packing up all sorts of strange and peculiar items.

Various bottles and jars.

Inside were colorful powders, liquids, and some plant roots whose original forms were hard to discern.

In addition to these ingredients, he was also organizing a set of exquisite yet slightly worn tools.

Several heavy books were scattered across the table.

Bound in leather.

The boy gently closed the books.

Arranged them neatly in alphabetical order.

And placed them into their corresponding spots in his trunk.

"Sigh, Merlin's beard, I actually still have to go to school!"

Devero sighed, looking as if life had lost all meaning.

He had been in this world for a year.

Learning potions from such a temperamental teacher.

He had already found it quite torturous.

The happiest time of his day was when his teacher went to school to teach.

He never expected that he would actually need to go to school himself, and to the very school where his teacher worked.

Even though it was Hogwarts.

It was still somewhat distressing.

Devero was not originally from this world.

A year ago, he had transmigrated here.

It was a soul transmigration.

He had arrived in the body of this little boy.

He appeared to be of mixed Chinese and European descent.

Although he had blonde hair.

His eyes were a deep brown.

Distinctly Asian features.

As for the reason for his transmigration.

Don't ask!

If you ask, it was a truck!

When he woke up.

The first thing that met his eyes was a messy, greasy head of hair.

A gloomy-faced old bat had hoisted him up from the bed with one hand.

If one were to ask for his first impression of his master.

It was that he was an absolute lifelong bachelor.

Someone this violent was definitely sexually repressed.

He rubbed his hand, which had been turned bright red from being struck for sleeping in.

Seeing that the old bat had vanished in an instant after barking a long list of chores at him.

Only then did Devero realize that he had actually transmigrated.

He had arrived in a magical world.

He had even become the apprentice of a Potions Master.

Along the way, he had also managed to learn English, a language he could never seem to grasp in his past life.

On this day, Devero rummaged through his living quarters.

He discovered that his teacher was none other than Professor Snape from Harry Potter, the novel he had loved so dearly in his previous life!

This revelation left Shen Molin feeling both delighted and terrified.

He was delighted because he had actually arrived in the magical world he had always dreamed of.

He was terrified because he had ended up with such a teacher.

Although Snape was a hero in the original story, he was undoubtedly a nightmare for any student.

His subsequent experiences only served to confirm this thought.

Snape was incredibly strict.

When Devero had first arrived, his memories hadn't fully returned.

As a result, he hadn't performed many of the tasks Snape assigned to him very well.

The various punishments he endured were endless.

Devero still felt miserable just thinking back on them.

Fortunately, Devero had now mastered most of the skills required of a potions assistant.

He basically wouldn't cross Snape anymore.

However, he still felt extremely uncomfortable being around that old bat.

That was why he was so resistant to going to Hogwarts.

Being watched by that old bat every single day—it was truly unbearable!

As for why Devero had become Snape's apprentice, it seemed his mother had entrusted him to Snape's care.

After that, there had been no word from her.

Devero had previously tried to ask Snape for information about his family.

But whenever the man heard that topic, he would immediately start finding fault with Devero.

It made Devero completely afraid to try and pry any information out of him.

Of course, Devero hadn't been idle.

When he first arrived, he had confirmed that he was in the same year as Harry and the others.

So, he would be entering the plot the moment he started school.

Sigh, but for now, he was just child labor for Snape.

He doubted life would be any easier once he reached Hogwarts.

He didn't even know if he would have the chance to participate in those familiar plot points when the time came.

Still, his current body possessed quite decent magical talent.

Although Snape hadn't taught him any spells, Devero felt that he truly had a good sense for these magical ingredients while brewing potions.

That was also the reason he had been able to pick things up so quickly.

Besides, he looked quite good, too.

At the very least, he was much more handsome than he had been in his past life.

That could be considered one of the few consolations in such a miserable situation.

After packing all his things, Devero prepared to head downstairs.

Today, he and Snape had an appointment to go to Diagon Alley to purchase the various supplies and books needed for his classes.

He didn't know what had happened yesterday, but Snape had suddenly brought him to the Leaky Cauldron ahead of schedule.

He had let him stay there first.

He had said he would come the next day to take him shopping.

That time was now.

Dragging a leather trunk that was two-thirds his own size.

Devero walked downstairs.

Inside the Leaky Cauldron.

Tom, the innkeeper, was busy preparing for the day's business.

As a light sound of footsteps drifted down from the stairs.

Tom looked up.

It was Devero.

His blonde hair shimmered in the morning light.

"Good morning, Mr. Devero!"

Tom greeted him.

"Did you sleep well?"

Devero offered a faint smile.

Although he looked a bit nervous.

He still nodded politely.

"Good morning, Mr. Tom. Thank you for your hospitality; I rested very well last night."

Tom noticed the large trunk in Devero's hand.

He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Looks like you've brought quite a lot of things! Professor Snape didn't tell me much when he arranged for you to stay here yesterday. However, he did say he would come by today to take you to buy some supplies."

Devero nodded.

He relaxed slightly.

"Yes, Professor Snape said he would take me to Diagon Alley. It's my first time going there, so I'm a little nervous..."

In truth, he was nervous about seeing Snape.

"Don't worry,"

Tom smiled, offering comfort.

He seemed to have a great fondness for this handsome little boy.

He was completely different from that Snape.

"Diagon Alley is a magical place; you'll love it there. And with Professor Snape accompanying you, everything will go smoothly."

He paused, then continued.

"But, before you head out, would you like some breakfast? I can prepare some fresh-baked bread and hot tea for you."

Hearing this.

Devero's eyes lit up.

He was clearly drawn to the suggestion.

"That would be wonderful, thank you, Mr. Tom."

Watching Tom head toward the kitchen.

Devero couldn't help but sigh that being a child was quite nice.

When out and about, one was always taken care of.

He wondered if Snape had given any instructions.

But after a moment's thought.

He decided that old bat would never do such a thing.

Just as he was waiting for breakfast.

Click!

Every hair on Devero's body stood on end.

That familiar feeling had arrived.

He turned to look.

A tall, thin man with pale skin.

Dressed in a set of black robes, a wizard stood at the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron.

Snape.

Devero's nightmare for the past year.

He waved his hand slightly, drawing Snape's attention toward him.

To be honest, he was very reluctant to do this.

Before long, Snape walked over.

His black hair was greasy and messy.

It hung over his forehead and along both sides of his cheeks.

It obscured part of his face.

It gave one the feeling that he was perpetually cast in shadow.

"Devero, let's head out. The shopping list we need to complete today is quite long."

Devero nodded slightly.

He stood up, ready to grab his suitcase and leave with Snape.

Just then.

Tom walked over carrying two breakfasts.

He placed them on the dining table.

"Professor Snape, have some breakfast first. I prepared a portion for you as well."

Devero stared longingly at the breakfast.

But he knew Snape wasn't the type of person to do that.

He prepared to leave.

"Fine, eat quickly."

Devero was stunned when he heard that.

Snape had actually sat down and was preparing to eat breakfast.

He froze for a moment.

Devero figured he must be in a good mood.

He quickly sat down.

And began to eat.

At this moment, Snape suddenly produced a letter from nowhere and handed it to Devero.

Devero was a bit confused at first.

He looked closely.

It was an acceptance letter from Hogwarts!

The moment he saw it.

Devero immediately took the envelope.

Although he wasn't as excited about going to Hogwarts because of Snape.

He was still very thrilled to be able to hold this letter he had once fantasized about.

But the instant Devero opened the letter.

[Ding!]

[Qualified host detected, Entry System is binding...]

[Binding successful!]

What is going on!?

Devero hadn't even reacted yet.

Another voice rang out.

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