Arms dealer from Hogwarts

Chapter 5 Ollivander
"Morning." Professor McGonagall said to an idle goblin, "Our freshmen this year need to exchange some Galleons here."

The goblin had a pair of glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. Hearing this, he pushed the glasses and looked at Professor McGonagall.

"Ah... Minerva McGonagall." The goblin glanced at Jemini and the others, and nodded slightly: "It's my pleasure to serve you, so, who will come first?"

"I would like to ask, what is the maximum exchange amount between British Pounds and Galleons?" Jemini asked after thinking for a while.

"Up to five hundred Galleons per person per year, sir." The goblin said, "This amount can allow a wizard from a Muggle family to live a fairly good life in the wizarding world, but it will not disturb the balance of the financial market. Even so, it’s not a small amount.”

"Then please help me exchange [-] Galleons directly. Although it's a bit out of budget, it's not unacceptable." Jemini thought for a while, then took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and handed them to the elf.

"A considerable amount of wealth." The goblin's eyes lit up: "Considering your age, I think there should be many opportunities for us to meet in the future."

Soon, the exchange of [-] Galleons was completed.

"It must be very inconvenient to carry such a large sum of money with you. Do you want to deposit it with us?" the goblin asked politely.

"Is there any interest?"

"Of course there is."

"That still doesn't exist."

"???"

Whether there is interest or not doesn't matter to Jamie at all. It is most convenient to put the money in the space of the weapon store. Although as long as it is his wealth, it can be traded no matter where it is, but the money in the vault The inexplicable disappearance of money may cause turmoil.

Naturally, he could take advantage of this bug to make a fortune from Gringotts, but this kind of thing can only be done once, and if it is too much, it will arouse the suspicion of these goblins.

As an arms dealer, the only goal he pursues is money, and Gringotts is the oldest goblin bank in the world. It is obviously not worth the loss to fight these goblins for such a small profit.

Unless you add money.

Five hundred Galleons were handed over to Jemini, and the goblin also presented him with a bag with a traceless stretching spell cast on it. The attitude of friendship was obvious, and Jemini was also very happy about it. I hope everyone can keep this dirty money relationship friendly.

Soon, the Finlayes and the Grangers also exchanged a large pile of shiny gold Galleons. The two each exchanged [-] Galleons. According to Professor McGonagall, this amount is enough for one year. The freshmen of the first grade have purchased the necessary supplies for admission.

"Professor, can you please check this non-marking stretch bag for me?"

As soon as he got out of Gringotts, Jamie stopped Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall was stunned, and then smiled: "Of course, it seems that you don't trust those goblins, but that's right."

After taking the non-traceable stretch bag from Jemini and checking it, and confirming that there is no magic or curse, Professor McGonagall returned the non-trace stretch bag to Jemini.

"No problem, this bag is also very practical, you can use it with confidence, Mr. Fox."

"Thank you very much, Professor."

Mr. Finlayley on the side looked at Jemini enviously.

Whether it's in terms of looks, behavior, or work, Jemini can be said to be the most brilliant boy he has ever seen.

Looking at his own son again, Justin was staring eagerly at the chocolate sundaes in the hands of other children. Mr. Finlayry hesitated for a few seconds, and finally suppressed his restless slap...

"Professor McGonagall, where are we going next?"

Mr. Granger looked at Professor McGonagall and asked.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, and looked at the three of Jamie with a little excitement: "As a wizard, the most important thing is naturally the wand in his hand, isn't it?"

It's a small, run-down store with a gold signboard that's been peeling off, and it reads: Ollivander: Fine Wands Since 382 BC.

A wand stood alone on a faded purple upholstery in a dusty glass window.

The shop was quiet, as if it was not a shop but a library.

Stacks of long and narrow wooden boxes almost reached the roof, and the quiet environment gave people a very mysterious feeling.

"morning everyone."

A soft voice sounded, and an old man with silver-white hair came out from behind the piles of wooden boxes. The old man's big light-colored eyes looked like two bright moons in the dim shop.

"Long time no see, Mr. Ollivander."

"Ah... Minerva, long time no see, fir tree, dragon heartstring, that is a magic wand that is extremely good at transfiguration, and it is true..." the old man's eyes lit up, and he said softly.

Professor McGonagall nodded, a little too lazy to pay attention to this old man whose mind was full of wands, and he would mutter to himself every year.

"As you can see, I brought Mr. Fox, Miss Granger and Mr. Finlayry to buy their wands."

"Oh... it's about this time." Ollivander glanced at the faces of the three of Jamini: "I hope the wand I made can help you become an outstanding and great wizard."

He took out a long measuring tape with silver scales from his clothes pocket, measured the height, waist circumference and other data of the three people respectively, and asked, "Which side are the dominant hands?"

The answer is unified, everyone is right-handed.

"In my shop, most of the wand cores are made of unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and fire dragon heart nerves. This is my experience summed up over the years. The very best medium, which is the essence of these wands, each Ollivander wand is unique, as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are exactly alike."

"Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to another wizard, it will never have such a good effect. I hope you can remember one thing: the wand chooses the wizard."

Ollivander babbled, took out one of the wooden boxes, took out a wand and handed it to Finlay.

"Willow, unicorn hair, eleven inches."

Fenley took the wand with a puzzled look on his face.

Ollivander raised his chin: "Swipe."

call--

A gust of wind blew through the room, and Ollivander nodded in satisfaction: "It seems that my vision is as accurate as ever."

After getting the wand, Justin was overjoyed, and put the wand in the wooden box like a baby.

The figure of the old man walked through the fortress built by piles of wooden boxes, and soon, he took out another wand and brought it to Hermione.

"Walnut, dragon heartstring, twelve inches long, how about trying her?"

Hermione took the wand and waved it.

Snapped!
The crisp cracking sound resounded in the room, a vase was smashed by the red light from the tip of the stick, and the cracking sound startled everyone.

"It seems that the two of you don't get along very well." Ollivander put the wand back in a little embarrassment, and began to pick and choose among the piles of wooden boxes.

"Try this? Grapevine wood, dragon heartstrings, fourteen inches long."

Hermione took the wand and waved it. In an instant, there was a burst of fragrance in the room, and delicate flowers bloomed everywhere in the room.

"Great, great." Ollivander's eyes sparkled with excitement: "This wand is very suitable for you."

(End of this chapter)