Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 70 How to spend Gold Gallon?



Chapter 70 How to spend Gold Gallon?
The house elf Lalo walked towards Lockhart with a heavy bag and apologized to him: "The owner is not in the shop at the moment, but thank you for your support."

Lockhart took it, a regretful expression on his face.

But Gilderoy Lockhart didn't know that just a few steps away from him, the real master of "Nymph's Secret" was actually closely observing his performance.

"how come?"

William thought perplexed.

He imagined Lockhart's possible reaction when he saw the contents of the bag:
He took it like a fool, looked at it casually and left.

Acting offended, throwing a tantrum.

Or decline it.

But William didn't expect that Lockhart would show a sincerely happy expression.He subconsciously looked into the bag just now, and after noticing those golden and chubby little guys, he carefully weighed the bag carefully.

Not light.

With just the right touch of those beautiful teeth, a perfectly curved and brilliant smile appeared on Lockhart's face.Lockhart lowered his body, said something to Lalo, and even patted Lalo on the shoulder!

This is not an action that wizards usually do.

He seemed genuinely happy with the little money.

After a while, Lockhart, who was finally sure that he couldn't wait for the shopkeeper, left the fireplace somewhat resentfully—William had reason to believe that he chose Floo powder because Lockhart couldn't use Apparition, but flew on a broom , and ruin the hairstyle he must have spent a lot of time doing.

"Mr. Buffalo, Mr. Lockhart offered to thank you personally for the invitation, and also euphemistically mentioned that he has a request, but he didn't say what it was."

Lalo reports to William.

He is really tired today.

"Thank you for your hard work."

William nodded in response.

He didn't know what Lockhart was up to, but the guy's joyful expression when he saw Gallon didn't look like a fake at all-it didn't look like the best-selling author of wizarding books should behave.

"Lalo, how should I repay you? Although you said that your house elves don't need to be paid, there must be a way for me to express my gratitude, right?"

Patting Lalo on the shoulder, William said patiently.

"Return?"

The house-elf's pupils dilated.

He had never heard of wizards who want to reward them in addition to affirming their work, "No house elves don't need any rewards, it's an honor for us to work for wizards!"

Lalo said tremblingly in his high-pitched voice.

"Then if I say... I'm providing you with job security, just like when you work in the castle, the castle will also provide you with food and a place to rest, right?"

William changed his angle.

House-elves, he discovered, were creatures who had chosen to be bound by rules, and as long as he made the right interpretation of the existing rules, they were bewildered.

"This Mr. Buffalo?"

Lalo found himself in a mess again.

"Well, let me buy each of you a bottle of butterbeer, which I don't think you get much of in the castle?"

William took the initiative to lower his requirements a little.

This seems like a pretty trivial thing to do.

Like cutting a slice of salami.

"Thank you, Mr. Buffalo! You are a good wizard. No, Lalo the house-elf shouldn't say wizards are good or bad, but Mr. Buffalo!"

Seeing that Lalo, the house elf, was about to close his mind again, William hurriedly handed him the bag containing the butter beer bought by Torfred and George earlier, and said, "Help me to share it with everyone, please?" ?”

"Of course, Mr. Buffalo."

Lalo bowed deeply.

He disappeared in front of William.

"I always have a feeling, William, you are different from all wizards...including those of us who came from the world of ordinary people."

After the house-elves left, Penello said.

In front of her was a glass of butterbeer.

At this moment, there was no one else on the second floor except the two of them. Fred and George went to Zuko to make a big purchase—in order to thank them for their help, William gave back without hesitation.

For the ever-strapped Weasleys, the pair finally had a small amount of discretionary funds to spend.

Jimmy took Dorothy to Mrs. Petiff's coffee shop, and he wanted to give her the three bags.In all honesty, William had foreseen the end of his endeavor.

"How can you give so many things at once.

It's not a dowry. "

He tried to persuade Jimmy gently.

But no matter how great the Buddhist deity is, in the practice of educating the world, there will be some things that even He, who should be omnipotent, cannot do.

"Why do you say that?"

William put down the ledger in his hand and looked at Penello.

The numbers on it are very tempting.

What's even more outrageous is that it will only become more attractive.After that, William could completely divide the processing of potions into many parts and outsource them all.

He himself only needs to be in charge of the final cooking process, and only one night is enough to supply the needs for several days.

Even in the future, when the conditions are right, he can even outsource the brewing process, for example, to a potion master in the castle who can't wash his robes.

"I can't tell. But no one has ever tried to respect house-elves, even the idea, and you've been treating them as equals.

And Fred and George, you know that even if you don't give a Galleon, they will be happy to help you, don't you? "

Penello sat back slightly, leaning back on the comfortable sofa, letting go of her beautiful long brown hair.

She wasn't asking about wild ideas.

This surprised William a little.

The pair of brown eyes looked at him, making it difficult for him to have any idea of ​​fooling around—even if it seems to be a very difficult thing to seriously answer this question.But Penello didn't urge or embarrass him, just waited quietly.

After a while, William sighed:

"I just thought it was the right thing to do, and I did it."

Although he knew that even if he didn't give anything, he would exploit those house elves, they would be happy to execute every instruction he gave perfectly.

He alone is powerless to change the status quo of the entire wizarding world, and even if it does change, it will have some adverse effects on him.

——But William just felt a little awkward.

He can't get over this hurdle.

Penello didn't respond to his answer, just looked at William, until he was about to wonder if there was a smudge on his face, she suddenly smiled and said, "So many Galleons, you Have you figured out how to spend it?"

"On this issue, I share the same view as the British Treasury when it comes to the budget."

William picked up the account and glanced at the figure again—even if the 30% for the old bee and all kinds of expenses are thrown away, it is still extremely convincing as a single day's sales Powerful.

"You know, Treasury never budgets based on how much they're going to spend, but they try to get all the budget they can get their hands on, and then figure out how to spend it."

Looking at a confused Penello, he explained.

Although every little wizard born from an ordinary person can exchange some currencies such as British pounds for some gold Galleons every year, the currency of the wizarding world is not in circulation with the British pound in essence—although gold Galleons, silver Sickles, There are also copper nuts, both of which are made of metal, but they all have magical properties.

Only the goblins who minted them knew how to mint common gold, silver, and copper into the wizard's money Galleons, Sickles, and Nats.

But right now, William does have a place where he needs to burn a lot of money in order to achieve a little bit-Nicole Flamel's manuscript "Book of Hieroglyphs", but there are many interesting things recorded.

(End of this chapter)


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