The Ancient Wizards of Hogwarts

Harley asked curiously:

"What is Quidditch?"

Ash, who was taking measurements, did not answer, but looked at Cassandra with encouraging eyes. The latter realized that Ash was giving her a chance and explained in a low voice:

"A ball game played by wizards, played in the sky on broomsticks."

"That's it."

Harry nodded in understanding. It didn't sound very interesting, but the wizards seemed to be very interested. Even a proud girl like Cassandra looked excited when she mentioned Quidditch.

"Cassandra!"

At this moment, a female voice came from outside Madam Malkin's robe store.

"Ah, it's mom."

Cassandra exclaimed and said hurriedly:

"I have to go. Let's talk next time we meet."

She said goodbye to Ash with some reluctance and hurried out.

On the street, a woman with outstanding appearance, tall figure and glowing fair skin looked at the wizards coming and going with an arrogant expression. She only smiled when she saw Cassandra.

Harley whispered:

"They all look equally arrogant."

Ash opened his hands and asked Madam Malkin to pin his black robe, and explained with a smile:

"It's normal. Many wizard families with a long heritage are like this. They think they are superior and look down on ordinary wizards with arrogance."

After a pause, Ash sighed softly:

"Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, arrogance is."

Harley repeated this sentence in a low voice, her eyes getting brighter and brighter. Although I don’t quite understand it, I still think it makes sense!

Mrs. Malkin smiled and said:

"Already tried, dear."

"Three plain robes, a plain pointed hat for day use, a pair of protective gloves, and a winter cloak, a total of 5 galleons."

"5 Galleons?" Ash fell silent.

Some people may think that 5 galleons for a few pieces of clothing is expensive.

But Ash thinks it's really not expensive. It was 5 Galleons a hundred years ago, and it's still 5 Galleons now. It's been this price for so many years, so why is it so expensive?

At the current exchange rate, 5 British pounds is equivalent to 1 gold Galleons.

In 1991, the per capita wage in the UK was £11,417 per year, which converted to £219.5 per week.

In other words, the average British person can buy these clothes with one day's salary.

Of course, the account cannot be calculated like this.

After all, gold galleons cannot be exchanged for pounds, and the privilege of converting pounds to gold galleons only belongs to some Muggles who have just entered school, and there are strict limits on the amount. Generally speaking, these are still two monetary systems that do not interfere with each other.

But even based on the average income in the wizarding world, 5 galleons is not expensive.

After all, these robes come with automatic ironing and repair functions and are worth the price.

The only problem now is that although Ash thinks it's not expensive, he doesn't have the money.

Harley saw his embarrassment, pulled his sleeve, and whispered in his ear:

"Ash, I have a lot of gold galleons, I can lend you some."

"Need not."

Ash looked at the girl's sincere expression, smiled and shook his head.

What kind of thing is it to eat soft food?

It's not like he really doesn't have money. The worst he can do is blow the old guy Dumbledore's gold coins and put the account on him.

Speaking of which, where did Snape die?

Even if he and Snape didn't teleport to the same fireplace, Diagon Alley wasn't that big, so Snape wouldn't have been able to find him until now, right? Or is he not looking for it at all?

Impossible, although in name Snape was here to familiarize him with the terrain.

But in fact, both parties knew very well that Snape was sent by Dumbledore to monitor him, so it was impossible not to come to him.

so……

Ash cast his gaze out the window to the street and caught a glimpse of Snape standing across the street, wearing black robes and sallow skin. At this time, Snape was looking at him through the window intently, as if he was looking at him.

Ash quickly looked away and looked at the girl with a sincere face.

Snape was not Dumbledore, so he would not covet his beauty. All he could see was Harry.

Ash has never seen Lily before, and the girl in front of him is far different from the Lily in the movie. To put it simply, Harley is much prettier than the Lily in the movie - just like a work of art carved by God. Generally, one is in the sky and the other is on the earth.

But it was not difficult to see from Snape's eyes that he saw the shadow of Lily in Harry.

Ash said apologetically to Harley and Madam Malkin:

"Wait for me a moment, I'll be right back."

He turned and walked out of the shop, walking straight to Snape across the street.

But Snape was still looking at the girl in the clothing store through the window, unable to regain his consciousness for a long time.

Ash suddenly asked:

"Professor Snape, are you a pervert?"

"What?"

Snape finally came to his senses and realized with a twitch in his eye that he seemed to have been misunderstood as a pervert with special quirks. This made Snape silent for a long time, and he whispered with some difficulty:

"She...I know her mother."

"understood."

Ash nodded understandingly.

"What do you know?" Snape frowned. What did an old man from a hundred years ago know about his affairs with Lily?

Ash glanced at him and said calmly:

"I need someone to pay for me. Are you going to pay me yourself, or are you going to pay for me yourself? Maybe you can talk."

Snape said nothing and walked to the clothing store in silence.

He walked up to Madam Malkin and asked:

"How much?"

Madam Malkin glanced at Ash, who came in with him, and said:

"Five galleons."

Snape silently took out the money to pay, but kept looking at the girl beside him out of the corner of his eye.

Ash introduced to Harley:

"Severus Snape, he is the Potions Professor at Hogwarts."

"This is my friend, Harry Potter."

As a new student who is about to enter school, Harry couldn't help but feel a little nervous when he heard the words Potions Professor and looked at them again, and said anxiously:

"Hello, Professor Snape."

Frankly speaking, Professor Snape looked a little scary.

He has a large hooked nose, which makes him look somewhat scary. His shoulder-length, greasy black hair stuck to his face like a curtain, which made him look thinner and more... well, mean.

Severus Snape stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch her hair, but he restrained himself, retracted his hand, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Harry, you are so much like your mother."

That's good, there's not a trace of James on her.

His eyes were extremely gentle, as if he had seen that gentle girl again, that was his white moonlight.

Harley couldn't help but ask:

"Professor Snape, do you know my mother?"

"know."

Snape responded softly, and then said after a long silence:

"We are friends, very good friends, and we were."

Harry saw regret in Snape's eyes, and she knew something bad must have happened between him and his mother.

Harley didn't know what to say, she was just a child and didn't know how to comfort an adult.

Subconsciously, the girl looked at Ash for help.

Ash received the girl's look for help, gave her a reassuring look, and asked with a smile:

"Professor Snape, you seem to hate her father?"