Chapter 21 : Look at My Scars!

Chapter 21: Chapter 21 : Look at My Scars!

Chapter Twenty-One: Look at My Scars!

Snape also recognized it as Vesey’s wand.

Instead of handing the wand directly to Vesey, he opened the letter first.

He glanced over it several times, then snorted.

He stuffed the letter into his pocket and hesitated for a moment before finally handing the wand to Vesey.

Vesey hesitated to take it.

If I blow up the Hogwarts Express, I’ll probably have to call the Ministry of Magic today.

Snape noticed her hesitation and said gently:

"It’s fine. It won’t explode again. But I have to warn you—don’t have any unrealistic expectations when using the wand.

"Like blowing up Hogwarts, killing the Dark Lord, or...

"In short, you can only use it in your daily life. If I find out that you’ve used it to do anything bad, I will...

"Punish you by making you stay in my office. You don’t want to know what that punishment will be!"

Vesey pouted.

She didn’t believe that this old softie would actually punish her!

But speaking of this, she suddenly thought of something.

Her Unharmed Body combined with this wand...

That was a terrifying combination!

As long as she had enough magical power, she seemed capable of doing a lot of things.

She just didn’t know whether her Obscurus combined with this wand could kill Dumbledore instantly.

If it could, then she wouldn’t have to worry about maintaining her character anymore. She could just make up whatever she wanted in her diary every day.

But that was still impossible to consider.

Right now, Dumbledore could probably kill her instantly.

Even though he looked like an old man, Vesey could feel the immense power radiating from him whenever she stood beside him.

If she acted rashly, he might simply kill her.

And even if he couldn’t kill her, once he stopped believing in the diary, her future evaluations would definitely plummet.

Ugh!

Why did the system choose Dumbledore as a diary holder in the first place?

If the choices had been Snape, Harry, and Ron...

She could have fooled those three into crying.

After complaining for a while, Vesey noticed Snape looking at her guiltily.

What’s wrong?

"Sorry. Dumbledore asked me to go back now..."

Snape wanted nothing more than to strangle Dumbledore.

He had finally gotten to spend some time with Vesey, and Dumbledore was already acting like a ghost haunting him.

Vesey understood immediately.

I see.

She considerately said, "Professor, I can manage on my own!"

Of course Snape knew she could manage on her own.

This child had been alone for so many years.

She was very strong.

He was simply worried.

He was worried that something might happen on the train, and worried that some little fool whose mind had been poisoned by trolls might frighten Vesey.

But it was true that there were many things to deal with now that the school term had begun.

Snape sighed and walked out of the compartment.

Vesey thought he had really left and was about to slump down in her seat and stretch.

Unexpectedly, not long afterward, she heard Snape’s footsteps again.

She quickly sat upright.

"Take this bag with you. If you’re hungry on the way, you can eat something. Don’t share it with anyone else. There isn’t much."

After saying that, Snape left with a slight blush on his face.

Vesey looked at the small bag and assumed it contained some snacks.

Even if Snape had told her to share them, she wouldn’t have been able to share very much!

But who would have expected that when she opened the bag, she discovered that a Space Charm had been placed inside.

There was almost an entire sack of food inside.

Don’t give any to other people...

Was Snape afraid she wouldn’t survive the journey?

Vesey shook her head helplessly.

She put the bag on the table.

I’ll share it with everyone later.

She just wondered whether Snape would feel insulted if he found out that Harry had eaten his food.

Vesey shook her head in amusement.

She was about to go over and close the compartment door, lest Snape come back and see her sitting improperly and lecture her again.

But the moment she stood up, she saw a boy with messy black hair and green eyes standing outside the compartment.

Harry Potter!

Harry had struggled all the way to the last compartment with his luggage.

But just as he reached the door, he saw an incredibly cute girl standing there.

When the girl saw him, she seemed a little surprised and slightly parted her red lips.

Harry’s face suddenly turned red.

"S-Sorry. I thought there was no one here. I’ll go somewhere else..."

Harry had never imagined that such a beautiful girl would want to share a compartment with someone as terrible as him.

Vesey quickly shook her head.

She had written in her diary that Harry and Ron were in the last compartment.

If she changed that now, who knew what Dumbledore would think?

"It’s okay. Come in and sit down! I think the compartments in front of this one are probably full. If you leave now, where will you go later?"

She spoke with a gentle expression.

She even stepped forward and pretended to help Harry carry his luggage.

But Harry quickly moved his hand away.

He blushed and shook his head.

"No, no need. Cough... I mean, you can’t lift it..."

There was no way he could let such a cute girl carry his luggage for him.

For some reason, Harry thought the girl in front of him was incredibly cute.

He especially liked her.

He felt that if the girl asked for his wand, he would definitely take out the extremely precious wand from his pocket and let her play with it.

She could play with it for as long as she wanted.

Vesey could barely stop herself from laughing at Harry’s behavior.

But on the surface, she deliberately looked sad, as though she had been hurt by having her offer to help rejected by a friend.

Harry put away his luggage.

When he turned around, he found the girl sitting back in her seat with her head lowered, looking dejected.

He nervously rubbed his hands together.

He wanted to comfort her, but he didn’t know why she was sad.

He thought about it again and again, desperately trying to come up with something to say.

Finally, he forced the words out.

"Do you know I’m Harry Potter? Ahem, no, I mean... I want you to see my scar!"

After saying this, Harry’s face felt as though it were about to catch fire.

What on earth did I just say?

They had only just met, and he had already shown the girl his scar?

He was embarrassed just thinking about it.

And then he had asked her if she knew he was Harry Potter...

Harry felt like dying.

It’s over.

This girl is definitely going to hate me.

She probably thinks I’m just like that annoying Dudley.