Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 479 The resigned bookstore manager

"That's it?"

"What's so funny?" Looking at the picture in the air, the impatient Kate was the first to complain.

"I remember Ryan, you are also a third-year student."

"Besides, the content of the book "Monster Book of Monsters" is very detailed, and it is only inferior to Newt's in terms of breadth, but it is a magic book, which is better."

"Isn't this a good thing?"

"As for the course of magical biology." Penelope questioned the quality of the book itself.

"It's not the fun yet." Ryan had a mysterious smile on his face.

The picture in the air

Inside the Flourish and Blotts bookstore in Diagon Alley.

"Wait, maybe this is a textbook for other subjects."

"Maybe it's for other grades." Harry shook his head and said with a fluke.

"Wait, didn't you choose the Care of Magical Creatures class?"

"Or are you just too mature? You are only first and second-year students?" The manager's voice trembled, revealing endless joy.

However - "We chose it. And we are just in the third year this year." Ron's answer ruthlessly shattered the manager's hope.

Just as the manager lowered his head again and walked towards the iron cage with a thick, knotty cane, Harry couldn't help but speak.

"The textbooks for each course are assigned by the professors of the corresponding subjects. Professor Kelborn should have said some tricks to deal with these books."

"After all, if the books are always like this, how can students attend classes." Harry's words seemed to stimulate the bookstore manager's sad spot.

"He didn't say anything."

"Usually the professor didn't say anything, which means he thinks we can't handle it."

"Like "The Invisible Book of Invisibility". Professor Wink, the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at the time, didn't say anything."

"Until we wrote to ask, he tentatively taught us the anti-invisibility spell."

"But the result is that until now, we still haven't found those two hundred expensive and troublesome books." The bookstore manager's words made Ron very confused.

"If you can't do it, can't you ask that professor or the corresponding expert to come?"

"Just spend some gold Galleons."

"And as for invisibility, even if the books are invisible, you can find them by groping inch by inch with your hands." Ron's words made Harry nod his head.

"These books are magic books made by Professor Wink himself."

"No one else can handle it."

"And Professor Wink himself, one month after being invited to become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, was admitted to St. Mungo's because of magic experiments, and has not been discharged yet."

"As for finding it with your hands, those books record the most profound invisibility, and Professor Wink at that time also used it as a special book for seventh graders."

"This means that it is impossible to find it through non-magical means."

"It can be said that even if we empty the bookstore and spread dust all over the store, we can't find those books." The bookstore manager sighed.

Resignedly, he grabbed two books tightly with his thickly gloved hands, and separated the others who wanted to pounce on him and bite them with his cane.

Then, he sat down on the two books he had taken out.

He pulled out a brand new hemp rope from the bookshelf and skillfully tied the two books together.

"A total of 8 gold galleons."

"Do you need anything else?"

"For the third grade, you should also need "Intermediate Transfiguration" and "Standard Spells (Level 3)."

"If you also choose Divination or Arithmancy, you should also need a copy of "Seeing the Future Through the Mist" by Cassandra Vabrsky." The bookstore manager asked.

He seemed unwilling to sell only two books after all the hardships.

"Wait, what about the ancient runes?"

"Where are the textbooks it needs?" Harry asked puzzledly.

"The professor of this course has always been Professor Bathsheda Babbling."

"If she hadn't retired, the textbooks would probably have always been "Advanced Rune Translation", "Ancient Rune Simple Introduction", "Magic Symbols", "Rune Dictionary", "Magic Pronunciation Table" and so on."

"But these books are available at Hogwarts, and they are all reference books needed for homework instead of classes."

"If you insist on buying them, I will--"

The bookstore manager suddenly froze, as if he thought of something, "You haven't received the book list yet, have you?

Or are you actually students of Beauxbatons, Durmstrang or Castrumbusher?

But in any case, you will want these two books."

The bookstore manager looked at Harry and Ron with a bitter face.

"We haven't received the book list yet."

"We will want these two books."

"We also want the "Intermediate Transfiguration", "Standard Spells (Level 3)" and "Seeing the Future Through the Mist" that you just mentioned." Harry said hurriedly.

And Ron was very dissatisfied.

"Don't you recognize my face?"

"I'm Ron Weasley!"

"I got a Skywalker gold card here in my first year!"

"I've also been on the Daily Prophet!"

"How could I be a student of those other three shitty schools?" Ron waved his fist angrily.

"Weasley?"

"Son of the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?" But the bookstore manager didn't look at Ron. He turned to look at Harry, "Black hair, Harry Potter!"

Harry secretly groaned.

He knew what kind of guy Ron was.

He was not bad, but he cared a lot about reputation.

Especially when he thought he was the center of attention.

You know, Ron didn't mention Harry just now, but the bookstore manager still thought of him and focused all his attention on him.

If this goes on, I guess-

Just when Harry was about to pull Ron and cover his mouth, Harry was surprised to find that Ron stood there stupidly.

His face flushed all of a sudden.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but only made some strange little sounds, as if his throat was stuck.

The bookstore manager was the same.

Harry looked in the direction of the two of them and saw a beautiful girl.

She walked in gracefully.

Her long, silver hair like a waterfall fell to her waist, and she looked particularly charming with a pair of big blue eyes and a mouthful of white and neat teeth.

"You also think that compared to Hogwarts, the other three schools are shit?"

"What about Beauxbatons?" The girl said softly with a smile.

"It's me!"

"I just said that!"

"Beauxbatons? It's located in France. You can imagine its quality."

"Don't even mention Hogwarts. I don't think it can compare to the most depraved Durmstrang."

""Ron covered the mouth of the bookstore manager behind him and said some flattering words to the strange girl.

"What's your name?"

"Ron Weasley."

"Then go out and shout 'I, Ron Weasley, am a bastard!' ten times. By the way, don't forget to cast the amplification spell!"

"Yes!" In Harry's shocked eyes, Ron walked out with a dazed look.