Chapter 421: Professor Snape who stayed up late to queue up to buy a doll

If the downstairs was the dark cave of a shady wizard, then the room Carl saw now was...

The room cannot be simply described as warm and cute; the whole room is decorated extremely delicately and is obviously the bedroom of a cute girl.

The walls are covered in pink wallpaper dotted with small floral patterns, giving it a warm and cozy feel.

The bed is covered with a soft quilt and a row of exquisite dolls are placed at the head of the bed, as if guarding this sweet dream.

Carl recognized the brand of dolls right away: Cabbage Patch Kids.

The dolls in this series were launched in 1983, and each doll comes with a birth certificate and adoption papers, making each doll feel unique.

It is very popular among little girls in the UK. Hermione once showed her collection of "Cabbage Patch Dolls" to her good friend Miss Halley.

However, hers was not a series, but a patchwork of things. But even so, Miss Granger was always known for her calmness and wisdom.

When showing it to others, an expression of showing off and pride can't help but appear on your face.

But now, there is a whole series on Harry's bedside, and it is last year's special Christmas commemorative edition.

He turned to look at Professor Snape in shock and said with some jealousy.

"You are being a bit unfair, professor. I can imagine you queued up to buy these dolls."

"It must have been standing outside those supermarkets for a night or two in the cold wind."

"You really put a lot of effort into this, but why are you so harsh when you treat me?"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand a thing."

Upon hearing this, Professor Snape's face flushed slightly, but his expression remained cold and serious, without a trace of embarrassment on his face.

Carl couldn't stand it a little bit. He had never been treated differently like this before. This serious favoritism aroused his desire to win.

Let’s put the future of the British wizarding world aside for now. He is going to fight for this today.

So he began to search for evidence to prove himself in Harry's room from a distance.

Soon he found what he wanted, two receipts casually discarded on the desk.

Carl snapped his fingers lightly, and the two receipts immediately moved without wind and slowly floated towards the two doors.

When they were close enough, the smile on Carl's face became even more intense. There were two Marks & Spencer receipts.

Included is a six-pound turkey and purchase records for the Cabbage Patch Kids Christmas collection we just saw.

What’s important is the checkout time above, 7:05 in the morning, which is enough to show that Professor Snape went to queue up overnight.

I rushed into the supermarket as soon as it opened and finished all my shopping in less than 5 minutes.

If this is not premeditated, then nothing in this world is premeditated.

After getting the evidence, Carl immediately turned around and looked at Professor Snape angrily, waving the receipt in his hand.

"Do you have anything else to say, Professor? If you were only gone for one day, you could still explain the accident."

"You went there two days in a row. After failing to get there on the first day, you arrived half an hour earlier on the second day. You really have good intentions."

"I'm afraid that no one in the entire Hogwarts has ever enjoyed such considerate and emotional warm service from Professor Snape."

Carl's sarcastic words made Professor Snape's eyes twitch, and his slightly red face became even more red.

There was finally a hint of embarrassment in his cold and serious expression, but it was obvious that he wanted the old bat to speak his mind.

That would only happen when he was dying, when Carl thought he had succeeded and could force Professor Snape to make some verbal concessions.

He only felt a flash of black light before his eyes, and the two receipts he had just received disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Professor Snape, who was standing by, had already torn the two receipts into pieces, crumpled them up and threw them into the trash can beside him.

After completing this series of actions, he did not feel embarrassed at all, but instead spoke in a somewhat urgent tone.

"Trash should be thrown into the trash can. Stop caring about those unimportant details. Take a quick look and apologize to me formally after you finish reading it."

"There's nothing wrong with my aesthetics, I just don't need to show it to you."

"What the hell!!" Carl cursed in his heart. He was very unhappy at the moment.

You have to know that this annoying old bat in front of him is the first wizard he has ever seen in the magical world who has a relationship with him.

My work of guiding new students was completed with the help of the other party, and the other party was also one of my earliest partners.

He also admired the other party's abilities very much, and after more than a year of getting along with him, he had long since gotten over this annoying old bat.

I used to treat him as one of the important people in my life, but now I see that he treats me differently.

Even though he knew the reason, he still felt unhappy and had a sour feeling in his heart.

And everything in the other room will only deepen his feeling of dissatisfaction.

Every detail in the room reflects the owner's love for the girl.

Various school supplies were neatly placed on the desk, as well as an open book on Potions. However, that book was not a published product that could be found on the market.

It is a purely handmade book, in which every word and every picture are drawn by a human.

I have to say that this old bat has some skills in painting. The simple sketches of the raw materials of the potions are really lifelike.

The bookshelf in the corner is filled with various books, and each book has been carefully selected, except for some extracurricular books that wizards often read.

The other party has not forgotten Harry's Muggle past, and various extracurricular books common in the Muggle world can be found on the bookshelf.

And if you look carefully, you will find that the entire bookshelf is custom-made by hand, and is specially made into several exquisite small spaces according to the categories of books.

All the books were carefully arranged according to category, and there was a small white note attached to the spine of all the books.

There was a line of small words written on it in pink ink, such as.

“When you feel really tired, you can read moderately.”

"The content of the book is too profound and is not recommended for reading at this stage."

"This is written by a complete idiot, but the content is really interesting. You are only allowed to read it for no more than half an hour a day."

Comments like these are posted on almost all the books, which means that these books were selected before being put into this room.

This old bat has basically read all of them, but of course that’s not the most annoying thing.