A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

5 galleons for a bottle of water, the price was far beyond Theodore's poor imagination. If it were true, even with protection laws, he would still dare to sell soda to Muggles. In his opinion, how could any broken pure water be as good as his magic soda?

Hermione shook her head and replied firmly: "Well, it's not ordinary. Natural mineral water, which is rich in minerals."

She actually thought the price of Wilt's mineral water was outrageous, with only 750ml available for £25. You can steal it, but I insist on giving you a bottle of water.

More importantly, wealthy Muggles flocked to it. She had heard from her father that some people even thought the price was still too cheap.

Seeing everyone's disbelieving expressions, Rogge held up the soda in his hand and said: "If our products are exposed to ordinary Muggles, they will not only be time-consuming and labor-intensive, but also easily attacked by the Ministry of Magic. What we have to do is to serve Muggles." A small group of people offering magical items that fall somewhere between the magical and the mundane.”

"Somewhere in between?"

"That's right!" Rogge nodded and continued: "For example, the hair growth grass cultivated by Neville, even if it is discovered by Muggles, cannot be attributed to the power of magic.

They will only say that there are unprecedented chemical structures in hair growth grass, there are strange biological molecules, and there are magical mechanisms of action. They will claim that existing science cannot explain it, and then they can write a few more papers and create a few more PhDs. "

"I don't think the Ministry of Magic will arrest us for selling flowers and plants." Roger's tone was full of confidence.

"What about magic mirrors, projectors, storybooks... these things? They can't be explained with those words." Daphne asked.

Rogge suddenly laughed, "We set passwords for buyers to make them personal items."

"But I'm still worried." Hermione said bluntly, "The Ministry of Magic's management is so strict that we will never be allowed to take advantage of the loopholes."

Theodore didn't care what the Ministry of Magic thought, he only remembered that a bottle of mineral water cost 25 pounds.

He enthusiastically agreed to open a store in the Muggle world and firmly supported the president: "How about giving it a try. A bottle of water costs 5 Galleons, that's 5 Galleons!"

"Think about it, how many people in the school can take out 5 Galleons? And drinks are no more consumable than other things. I can add some expensive materials to the drinks to improve the Muggle body. They absolutely can't live without it. !” Theodore’s words were full of longing for the future, and he seemed to have seen a path to wealth.

Of course he knew that Rogge's plan was full of uncertainty and danger, and the Ministry of Magic would never sit still and wait. But with profits of thousands of times, he really couldn't sit still. As long as they cleverly circumvent the secrecy laws and accurately meet the needs of a small number of Muggles, then they may open up a whole new market.

"Didn't the president say that many Muggles know about the existence of wizards? We can just sell products to them." Faced with Theodore's instigation, most people remained silent, still believing that such an action was too risky.

Rogge was not surprised. After all, in the magical world, the pace of life is relatively slow, and the days are particularly smooth.

Once a wizard invents a popular magical item, the invention can often make a living for generations. Nowadays, the magic props we modified are very popular in the magic world, and the profits have been considerable. There is really no need to challenge the confidentiality law.

If he is investigated by the Ministry of Magic, he may be sent to the Wizengamot for trial. Besides, Muggle coins are of little use to the wizarding world. Gringotts' exchange window still maintains a daily quota of exchanges, and excess Muggle currency is just a piece of waste paper to them. .

Rogge understands the concerns of his companions. Compared with the pure-blood philosophy rooted in the magical world, this conservative living habit is the most difficult to change. Wizards like a stable life. Even if they can get huge wealth by raising their hands, they often choose to be content with the status quo.

Faced with the hesitation of most people, Rogge proposed a compromise plan: "Then, Theodore and I will go to the Financial City to open a store first. If everything goes well, everyone will join in."

"Count me in, my Mood Stone has absolutely nothing to do with magic." Malfoy told lies with his eyes open. He was sure that stupid Muggles couldn't see the subtle magic that Mr. Draco had exerted on it.

Daphne also wanted to stand up and participate, but Rogge rejected her with a smile: "Your storybook really doesn't make sense."

Just before the train arrived at King's Cross station, the members of the Jackdaw Society finally reached a consensus. President Rogge led Malfoy and Theodore to open a shop in the Muggle world, while other members were responsible for providing ambiguous magic items.

"They are so cowardly!" Malfoy looked at the backs of Hermione and others and muttered, "So what if they are discovered by Muggles."

"They must find it." Rogge said with a smile, "Otherwise, how can our products be valuable?"

His plan was to turn the store into an urban legend among Muggles, not a secret organization like the Illuminati, but a pure store.

There is only a buying and selling relationship between them and customers, reducing trouble and risk of exposure. Of course, Rogge will carefully select which customers are eligible to enter the store for consumption.

This kind of pure high-end does not lie in how much money customers spend, but in the fact that many people cannot get in after spending money.

Theodore kept calculating the accounts, and suddenly he seemed to think of something. He grabbed Rogge's arm tightly and asked anxiously: "We have earned so many Muggle coins, but how can we exchange them for galleons?"

"Why do you need to change it?" Rogge replied with a smile, "You can earn Muggle coins and spend Muggle coins without changing a penny."

"Ah?" Theodore became even more confused, "What's the use of having so many Muggle coins? If you want, you can just use magic to make them fake, just like fake gold Galleons."

"You can buy land, build a manor, etc. with Muggle coins." He leaned over secretly and whispered: "This is how the Malfoy family's manor came to be."

"Oh!" A flash of understanding flashed in Theodore's eyes. He looked at the money bag in his arms and decided to imitate the elders of the Malfoy family and learn their financial management methods.

Land is more reliable than money, and even more precious than the gold galleons in your hand. The galleons may be counterfeit, but the land is real. He longed to own a vast farm and luxurious manor like the Malfoy family. As for the Muggles on the manor, as long as they are expelled, the Statute of Secrecy will be complied with.

The bell of 1994 rang at midnight on Christmas Day. Roger held Yumi in his arms and looked out the window at the falling snowflakes on the second floor of the villa. Mistletoe grows particularly beautifully in winter, parasitizing on withered oak trees, and its white fruits add a touch of life to the cold season.

Dang, Dang, Dang... Suddenly, a soft knock on the window broke the silence. Rogge turned his head and saw an owl with dark circles standing on the windowsill. He quickly put it in and fed it some delicious freeze-dried food.

The gift the owl brought was a gift box wrapped in papyrus with a greeting card underneath. The greeting card was written in Latin in complex and ornate handwriting: "A Christmas gift to Roger Travis, the great Atlantean researcher, Hogwarts rune professor, and draftsman of Tut." Bearer: Bathsheda Abigail Winston."