Harry loosened his bindings and said to him, "Sorry, I'm not an Auror—I'm just a regular student at Hogwarts."
"Really?" Chris seemed a bit disappointed.
"You shouldn't be disappointed. If I were an Auror, your memory would definitely be erased." Harry said to Chris, "That's the only consequence for a Muggle like you after learning about the Wizard World."
"That's not cool." Chris smacked his lips, "Actually, the Magic World is pretty nice—you know, Sister Farina gave me a lot of Magic Potions. I was really weak, but now look..."
As he spoke, he raised his arm, striking a bodybuilding pose.
"The last time I was here, the boy she was taking care of had already died." Harry said succinctly, "If you hold on for a few more days, you might die too."
"That's not cool." Chris shook his head and said, "So, Mr. Wizard, can you send me back home?"
Harry grabbed his arm and apparated with him to the entrance of the Broken Cauldron Bar.
"Where's your home?" he asked.
Chris only felt his head spinning, and he bent over and vomited twice on the ground. Wiping his mouth, he said, "Oh my God, is this magic? So cool!"
"You need to be careful with Dark Magic. It can kill quickly and painlessly." Harry said.
"That's even cooler!" Chris's eyes lit up, "Oh my God, with such powerful Wizard power, why do we still submit to the Americans? Look, we've all become their missile base!"
"Because America also has Wizards, Mr. Wellesley." Harry said helplessly, he really didn't expect Mr. Wellesley in front of him to be such a hothead.
"Alright." Chris nodded, told Harry his home address, and then said, "So, will you take me to experience this Teleportation Magic again?"
"No." Harry waved his hand, and a taxi stopped in front of them.
"Get in the car," he said, "you should go back. You've been away from home for so many days, your family must be worried."
"Can you leave a contact number?" Chris said eagerly, "I want to find time to repay you for saving my life."
"No need." Harry pushed him into the car and said, "I don't think you can do anything to help me. Just get in the car, Mr. Wellesley."
With that, Harry turned and walked into the Broken Cauldron Bar.
"Hey?" Chris looked up in surprise. Harry was just in front of him, how did he disappear in an instant?
He was quite sure that Harry didn't use any Magic Spell but disappeared just like that.
The taxi driver honked the horn twice.
"Are you getting in or not, kid?"
"I'm coming." Chris said helplessly and had no choice but to get in the taxi.
Back at the Broken Cauldron Bar, Harry first went to Diagon Alley and bought some women's clothes at Madam Mogin's Robe Shop.
"You should know, dear." Madam Mogin said helplessly after Harry reported the size, "A waist like this wouldn't appear on a seventeen-year-old girl—"
"I'm very sure, ma'am." Harry sighed, "Just tailor it according to the size I gave you."
Since the customer made the request, Madam Mogin had no choice but to comply.
However, before Harry left, she repeatedly warned him.
If the size doesn't fit, don't come back to trouble her—after all, she had already warned him.
After Harry put away the clothes, he planned to go elsewhere, maybe buy some food for Alfonso.
The guy ate too much, but Harry didn't mind.
This Snake Monster... honestly, wasn't annoying; it was like a child, a blank slate, without many thoughts of its own.
If used properly, it could become a great help in the future.
After everything was prepared, Harry returned to Hogwarts.
He first went to the Map Secret Room.
"Vivi," Harry pushed open the door, took out the clothes, and said to Vivi's portrait, "I've got your clothes ready..."
"Really?" Vivi responded with a smile, "Harry, you're so kind—still remember my size."
"Madam Mogin just wouldn't believe your waist is so slim..." Harry shook his head and said, "But under my insistence, she complied."
"After all, it is a hundred years ago. It's normal for this era to not favor that kind of figure." Vivi said carelessly, "Each generation has its own aesthetics."
"Even we don't quite understand." Professor Luke Wood suddenly commented sharply.
Principal Fitzgerald glared at Professor Luke Wood, "Can you just shut up, Charles?"
"I could go crazy." Professor Luke Wood said, speaking his mind.
"Is there anything else you need to tell me?" Harry asked, "Like where those materials should be placed?"
"On the desk in the study, you'll see a place with a disc engraved with corresponding shapes—you should be able to see it, right in front of me. Just place the materials in the corresponding places." Vivi answered.
"Then I'll head over to Slytherin's study now." Harry said, "Wait for my good news—don't worry, Vivi, even if I save your main body, I'll come back to visit you often."
"Alright." Vivi replied with a smile on her face.
After Harry left, Principal Fitzgerald curiously asked, "Vivi, I'm very curious, why don't you tell Harry the truth? Just like I said, showing some softness in front of him would better stimulate his protective instincts."