Hogwarts: My Plants Have Billions Of Evil Points

Late at night, in a house at the junction of Lane and Diagon Alley, Leonard and Midgard, dressed in robes and hoods, sat at a long table.

"You're really careful, you don't forget to put on your hood wherever you go." Midgard looked at Leonard curiously, "You're not too hot in this weather."

"Just in case, Diagon Alley is not very safe recently. Wearing a hood will not attract attention, even if you are seen." Leonard said in a deep voice.

Today is the day to discuss the patent price of Wolfsbane potion with Damocles Bell. In order to show importance, he and Midgard rushed over early and waited here.

However, he wore a robe to cover up the symbiotic ancient shoots on his body, but it seemed that he was too worried, no one noticed the silver plant on his body, as if it didn't exist.

"That's right, even if others see a person who is 1.5 meters tall and wearing a linen robe walk into the alley, they will only think it is a dwarf wizard, and they will not think it is a child who is only eleven years old." Midgard said with a smile.

She looked Leonard over and asked, "Have you grown taller recently?"

"Isn't it normal for me to be tall at my age?" Leonard said calmly.

He has indeed grown taller. After the symbiosis of the ancient shoots, his physical fitness has increased a lot, and it is still improving steadily. The bone development is also accelerating during this process.

Growing taller is inevitable.

"That's not such an exaggeration, is it? We haven't seen each other for a few days?" Midgard muttered, and suddenly she raised her head to look at the door.

There was a conversation between Markas and Giggs outside the door, and it seemed that tonight's guests had finally arrived.

Leonard noticed that Midgard's mood was a bit unnatural, his fingers frequently tapped the tabletop, his legs were shaking uncontrollably, and he looked very nervous.

This can't be done, as the leader of a werewolf wizard, even if the other party has something he desperately needs, he can't behave so badly. Isn't this telling the other party to come and kill himself?

Leonard sighed, watching Midgard's face full of urgency, he became playful, and stretched out his hand to stroke Brown's hair amidst Midgard's stunned expression.

"Calm down," Leonard said. "As we discussed in advance, there will be no problem."

The hair is a bit stiff and doesn't feel smooth at all.

Leonard complained silently in his heart.

He can be regarded as touching the werewolf. Although the hand feeling is not very good, he is still very satisfied psychologically.

It's just that this kind of behavior feels like the elders are appeasing the younger ones, Midgard froze for a moment with a surprised expression on his face.

"You bastard..." Midgard didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was about to stretch out his hand to rub it back, just as the door was pushed open, and Ziggs in a black robe walked in with a man in tight clothes.

This should be Damocles Bell, the inventor of Wolfsbane Potion.

Seeing the guests coming, it would be too much to mess around at this time, Midgard could only suppress the thought of rubbing Leonard's head, and looked at the visitor.

Thanks to Leonard's gag-like comfort, Midgard's mood is much calmer now.

"Welcome both of you, please sit down." Midgard said in a deep voice, showing the behavior that a werewolf leader should have.

This appearance instantly stunned Giggs and Damocles Bell, and the two sat down and sat upright.

"This is Mr. Bellby, right? Nice to meet you. I am the leader of the werewolf wizards, Midgard Greyberg." Midgard's voice was low, and people couldn't help but listen carefully.

Generally speaking, the higher the status of the person, the lower the voice, the more people can't help but listen carefully. Of course, the premise is to correctly assess their status, otherwise they are likely to be slapped and asked "Did the vocal cords fall into the house?" .”

Midgard will not be wronged by this. As a werewolf wizard leader, she is dangerous enough to make others dare not act rashly. Coupled with the majestic voice that Midgard has specially learned, no one will be troubled by it. provoking her.

Even if there was, it wouldn't be the unkempt potions master in front of him.

"It's an honor to meet you, Ms. Greiberg." Damocles Bell took off his hood and said cautiously, "I heard that you want to buy my patent for Wolfsbane Potion."

"That's right, that thing is still useful to me. My wolf cubs lose their brains one day a month and make a mess of all the losses. This affects my rule." Midgard remained expressionless. Said.

Leonard quietly gave a thumbs up and sent a compliment to Midgard.

This is what Leonard and Midgard discussed in advance.

This world is very strange. People are more demanding on good people, but they always give way to bad people again and again.

Therefore, during the negotiation process, Damocles Bell must not be allowed to feel that the werewolf wizard opposite him seems to be a good person, which will make him feel unnecessary thoughts.

The really correct way is to use fear to lower other people's psychological expectations like Fenrir did.

No matter how good Midgard is to his subordinates, he must show a kind of indifference and harshness at this time, so as to facilitate the subsequent price reduction.

This worked, and Mr. Damocles Bell became a little disturbed.

ps: I almost forgot that there is another chapter.