“Before meeting your tutor, you’ll need a wand of your own.”
Those were Dumbledore’s exact words before he left.
That old man was always coming and going like a ghost.
Kate even reasonably suspected whether all Wizards used this sense of mystery to put pressure on young Wizards or Muggles.
Because she had taken the magic-suppressing potion, she could stay at home for one more night today and follow Rand to the legendary Diagon Alley tomorrow to buy a wand.
Having not eaten all day, Kate, who usually didn’t eat much, finally broke her record and added an extra portion of meat.
Eating the bland, authentic British food, Kate’s expression was still somewhat listless.
Until now, the system hadn’t given any prompts, which meant she probably had to wait until she met that legendary tutor for the mission to be considered complete.
She didn’t know who Rand would find.
But as for who Dumbledore would find, she could guess by process of elimination.
To deal with her introverted (salted fish) personality, Old Dumbledore certainly wouldn’t find a Wizard with a bad temper.
Most of the remaining possible candidates were Hogwarts teachers; they couldn’t be her tutor and watch over her every day.
Someone with a good personality, who could get along with children, had high magical power, and was free enough to watch over her every day…
Thinking it over, Kate could only think of two people who fit those criteria.
She sighed.
“Miss,” Rand stood beside her with a stiff face, “the steak will get cold if you don’t eat it. Do you need me to make something else?”
“No need!” Kate immediately snapped back to her senses.
Looking at the small half of the steak remaining, she could only resign herself to continuing to chew.
In her past life, she had thought Western food was delicious and would occasionally go to restaurants to feast.
But in this world, she had been eating the same menu for several years!
The Old Butler was good, but he really wasn’t very skilled in cooking, much like his past grades in Potion Class…
Speaking of which, since both were tasks that required controlling heat and timing, Potions and cooking should be similar in principle, right?
So Snape was actually a hidden prince of cooking?
If she entered Hogwarts in the future and quietly used a cauldron to cook hotpot in the dormitory, it should be fine, right?
Thinking of this, Kate’s eyes brightened slightly.
Rand tilted his head in confusion.
Could it be that because the Miss saw the Potions Professor today, she suddenly had the whim to try brewing Potions with a cauldron?
He thought about it; the Miss’s rare curiosity shouldn’t be discouraged by him.
He immediately said:
“You may, but please use it only when accompanied by me or a teacher.”
“Mm!” Kate smiled sweetly, her delicate and clean little face shimmering with a radiance that couldn’t be ignored.
Just kidding—if she were caught by the butler or a teacher using a cauldron to cook hotpot, wouldn’t she be finished?
Besides, if a cauldron used for hotpot was then used to brew Potions, it would probably have a magical smell.
She didn’t want to be ganked by Snape in Potion Class while holding a cauldron like that.
Thus, in a harmonious atmosphere of grandfather-granddaughter bonding, Kate finally finished the steak, which was much larger than her usual portion.
After eating and drinking her fill, the magic-suppressing power in her body began to gradually fade.
Originally, Kate, who had slept for most of the day, wasn’t sleepy, but her body still couldn’t withstand such massive magic power; she could only substitute activity time with long periods of sleep.
Not long after dinner, she yawned and went upstairs to sleep.
Downstairs, Rand had just finished cleaning the dishes with a Cleaning Charm, looking worriedly at Kate, who had even started to wobble as she walked.
How much longer this would last, he didn’t know.
He only hoped that this Child, whom he had looked after since she was little, could live like others her age.
…
Early the next morning, before Kate had even woken up, she was called up by the anxious Old Butler.
“Miss, please hold my hand tightly.” Rand led her to the fireplace at home that had never been used, warning her with a serious expression, “Remember, do not let go.”
Kate, who was still smoothing out her tangled silver shoulder-length hair with one hand, glanced at her fireplace.
She had always known that the small wooden box sitting on her fireplace contained floo powder, a portable artifact for travel.
In this way, they could travel between any fireplaces connected to the “Floo Network.”
Common knowledge of the wizarding world—the Old Butler had been teaching these things over the years, and although she only learned them casually to make him happy, she had learned quite a bit.
But before the system’s main mission appeared, she had never really thought she would one day actually use these things.
As a transmigrator who had ended up in the Harry Potter world, how could she not learn some magic?
With this thought in mind, although Kate was initially reluctant to enter the wizarding world, when she actually faced it, it wasn’t unacceptable.
“I’m ready, Grandpa.”
She stood on her tiptoes, pinched a bit of the glittering powder from the pot, and threw it into the fireplace together with Rand.
“Diagon Alley!”
The two called out the destination in unison and stepped inside at the same time.
In the blink of an eye, the scene before her shifted instantly, switching from her warm and clean little home to a cramped and dark pub.
Kate opened her eyes to find Rand’s bony hand blocking her face, shielding her from the powder that might irritate her throat.
Unlike the bustling Leaky Cauldron in her memory, there was only a bald owner wiping glasses at the bar right now.
Surprised that someone had arrived so early, the owner looked over quite curiously, only to find a well-dressed pair who looked like a grandfather and granddaughter.
“I’m here to take her shopping, please don’t mind us.” Before the owner could speak, Rand preemptively cut him off.
Saying this, he pulled Kate past the bar and into a small courtyard surrounded by walls.
There was nothing here except a trash can and some weeds.
Rand looked at the wall in front of him, smiled, and lowered his head to ask warmly, “Miss, do you remember the way to enter Diagon Alley that I told you about before?”
“Mm.” Visiting a famous site in the Harry Potter world for the first time, Kate began to feel nervous again.
Starting from the brick above the trash can, count three up, then two across, then tap three times…
She watched as Rand tapped the brick with his wand.
The wall in front of them immediately moved aside, and a wide archway appeared, leading to a winding cobblestone street that seemed to have no end.
Is this the wizarding world?
Looking at the magical scene before her, Kate swallowed nervously and instinctively tightened her grip on her fingers.
“Grandpa, let’s go in.”
“Good.”