Chapter 158: The Paris Trip
"It feels more and more similar."
At night, George stood in front of the bedroom mirror, touching his facial features with some confusion in his heart.
Because he didn't know why, as his body grew over this year, the appearance of this clone body had actually become more and more similar to his Marvel original body.
"Is it because of shared physique and abilities?"
But upon reflection, he thought it probably wasn't—after all, neither his cat nor panda forms resembled the original body.
Perhaps it was because cats and pandas weren't human.
"Whatever, it's not important anyway."
Appearance didn't affect strength. Even if he ended up looking exactly like his original body, it wouldn't matter.
Shaking his head, he stopped dwelling on it and went to bed peacefully. Tomorrow, he still had to depart for Paris.
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Next Morning
After waking up early and finishing breakfast, George left Pigwidgeon with Ollivander and pulled his suitcase to the Leaky Cauldron.
Indeed, Amy lived at the Leaky Cauldron—as a long-term tenant paying yearly rent.
Precisely because it was yearly rent, the owner Tom charged much lower rates than usual.
The reason she lived at the Leaky Cauldron year-round was mainly because Amy was too poor—she didn't own a house.
As a former Auror with decent skills, George couldn't understand why Amy was living in such poverty.
After greeting Tom, George dragged his suitcase upstairs and knocked on the door of Amy's room.
"Amy, open up! It's me, George—time to go!"
After more than a dozen knocks, there was finally some movement inside.
About two minutes later, the door slowly opened, revealing Amy's sleepy face.
"Oh, it's you... Is it already 8 o'clock? Come in and sit for a bit, I'll be ready soon."
Yawning, Amy weakly turned around.
George had no choice but to pull his suitcase inside.
"Hey, do you always sleep without clothes?"
Entering the clothes-strewn room and finding a chair to sit on, he pointed at Amy's bare upper body.
When Amy had opened the door just now, she hadn't been wearing anything above the waist.
"Oh, I drank too much last night and got too hot, so I took them off."
Glancing at her naked torso, Amy showed no signs of embarrassment. Instead, she casually picked up her wand from the floor and began casting spells.
First, a Reviving Spell to shake off her drowsiness, then a Cleaning Charm to tidy the room, followed by a Summoning Charm to gather her scattered clothes—incidentally putting on a top in the process.
In the blink of an eye, the room was transformed under her practiced magic.
In Amy's eyes, George was just a first-year kid—she was old enough to be his mother—so naturally, she didn't overthink it.
Besides, her personality was always carefree and unconstrained by such trivialities.
"Let me just brush my teeth and wash my face, then we'll go."
"Sure, no rush."
George nodded, thinking to himself:
"Not bad figure."
At just over thirty, Amy was at the peak of her physical prime—fair-skinned and quite pleasant to look at.