Having paid the bill, she leisurely pushed her wheelchair and left the shop.
However… just as she stepped outside, she spotted from afar a large figure standing out conspicuously among the crowd.
Is this Hagrid?
Indeed as conspicuous as imagined.
Then the one beside him should be the famous savior…
Miss Harry Potter?
Staring straight at the bespectacled little girl beside Hagrid, for the first time, Vera felt her mind go a bit blank, almost thinking she had mistaken the person.
That was an obviously somewhat thin and small girl, wearing overly loose old clothes, with her long Black hair tied haphazardly behind her head.
A pair of round-framed glasses wrapped repeatedly with tape sat on the bridge of her nose, and beneath the glasses was a pair of emerald-green eyes.
Most eye-catching, of course, was the lightning bolt-shaped scar on her forehead, faintly visible in the sunlight.
She was tilting her head up listening to Hagrid talk, her face full of novelty.
Vera blinked, confirming repeatedly that she hadn’t seen wrong.
Harry Potter turned into Harry Potter?
This worldview-shattering realization made her hand holding the wand tighten slightly.
Sitting in her wheelchair, she gazed from afar at the small girl.
Harry Potter—the savior of this world, turned out to be a girl.
Her brain running at high speed, Vera pushed her wheelchair to blend into the crowd, secretly observing Harry and Hagrid.
“We need to get money first, that Gringotts over there.” Hagrid’s loud voice came over.
“Mm… Hagrid, who are those people?” Harry responded softly, looking up and asking cautiously as she passed by a few hurried Wizards.
Vera noticed that when Harry’s gaze swept across those people, she instinctively shrank her shoulders.
This cautious yet curious appearance was somewhat different from the Harry Potter in the original work who was wholly immersed in the new world.
“Oh, they look like Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, don’t worry about them.” Hagrid answered in a gruff voice, “We must hurry to get money, there’s quite a lot to buy today.”
Vera watched thoughtfully as they walked toward the snow-white marble steps of Gringotts, not following immediately.
The Black Family is very wealthy, and the money she currently carried with her was already enough for today’s procurement.
Therefore, there was no need to follow.
Quickly making this judgment, Vera pushed her wheelchair to turn toward another fork in the road, preparing to go buy other necessities first.
The clerk at Flourish and Blotts enthusiastically recommended all the textbooks needed for new students, and thoughtfully helped her pack the heavy books into the storage space beneath the wheelchair enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm.
The cauldron shop owner selected a standard-sized pewter cauldron, a set of small crystal phials, a telescope, and a brass scales for her.
In the apothecary, Vera also bought some basic Potion ingredients along with some Potions that could relieve soreness in her spine.
Passing by the ice cream shop, she saw the shopkeeper inside look over at her once again, but this time, the other party did not actively step forward.
Afterwards, Vera came to a pet shop.
As soon as she pushed her wheelchair in, the calls and smells of various animals hit her face.
Vera’s gaze swept across the various owls, toads, and cats in the cages, finally stopping in a corner—where a silver-gray long-haired kitten was curled up, watching her warily with a pair of amber eyes.
“That cat…” Vera pointed to the corner, that kitten whose hair color was extremely similar to hers.
The shopkeeper was a long-faced Witch who hurried over.
Her eyes flickered slightly when she saw Vera’s wheelchair, but she quickly returned to normal, “That cat has some Kneazle blood in it, very rare.”
She lowered her voice, “However… it has been here for a month and has always refused anyone’s approach.”
Vera pushed her wheelchair closer to the cage, and the kitten immediately turned its head, warily arching its back and letting out a threatening low growl.
But when she reached out her hand, it suddenly quieted down, tilting its head to size her up, even tacitly allowing her approach and raising its head to rub against her palm.
“It seems interested in you!” the shopkeeper exclaimed.
As the kitten’s tail gently swept across Vera’s wrist, its amber pupils contracted into a thin line inside the dim shop.
Vera raised the corners of her lips and said without hesitation: “I want it.”
Finished speaking, she quickly paid the money while calmly observing the kitten’s reaction.
The little fellow had already curled up familiarly on her lap, its claws hooked into her robes and its tail gently wrapping around her wrist, looking exceptionally dependent.
“It seems it has chosen you too.” the shopkeeper said with a smile, “Would you like to give it a name?”
Vera stroked its smooth fur: “Nox.”
Meaning, the Goddess of the Night.
Vera’s fingers gently combed through Nox’s fur, and the little fellow squinted its amber eyes comfortably, making a purring sound in its throat.
Unable to help smiling, just as Vera was preparing to turn her wheelchair to leave the pet shop and had moved to the doorway, unexpectedly a huge body suddenly squeezed in from outside.
“We need an owl—oh! Watch out!”
Along with Hagrid’s rough exclamation, Vera instinctively wanted to dodge, but due to the narrowness of the shop behind her, she still couldn’t avoid this sudden collision.
The wheelchair was bumped back, and Vera instinctively tensed her body, able only to reflexively grip the armrests.
In an instant, she heard Nox bristle and arch its back on her lap, letting out a sharp hiss.
And an agile figure flashed past from behind Hagrid, quickly steadying the about-to-fall wheelchair.
By the time Vera barely stabilized her posture and raised her head again, she caught herself unpreparedly meeting a pair of panicked emerald-green eyes.
The girl’s hand was gripping the wheelchair armrest tightly, her glasses crooked to one side, and her bangs scattered across her forehead, revealing that lightning-shaped scar.
“Sorry!
Are you okay?” Harry apologized hurriedly, behind the crooked glasses, those green eyes wide open, “It was us who didn’t notice you were here…”
Vera glanced at this flustered savior, and almost at the very first moment noticed that the hands steadily supporting the wheelchair were covered in tiny scars.
It was clear that this gender-bent version of the savior did not have much better treatment at the Dursley family than in the original work.