The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

Strictly speaking, the old wizard is not a poor man. The trunk of the Traceless Stretching Charm is full of books and potion materials, which cannot be bought with money.

Like Hagrid in front of them, they don't seem to have much financial needs. For them, the greatest value of these materials is the materials themselves.

But Anton can't.

Without money, he didn't even have a place to live. With such a suitcase, he was sleeping on the street, afraid that he would wake up without even a waist.

Moreover, he almost vomited after eating noodles and steamed buns for the past two months.

He needs nutritious food, otherwise he may not grow taller in the future.

The potion materials cannot be eaten, and there is no way to exchange money. Diagon Alley will not accept these medicinal materials, and Knockturn Alley will accept them, so I am afraid that they will not pay.

Snape was probably the only buyer Anton could find.

"I need to know where you got it." Snape's face was expressionless.

There is a play!

Anton walked back quickly, put down the suitcase, and put the glass bottle on the table, "I killed myself."

Snape looked incredulous, "Moonlight turtles are XXXX-level magical creatures, rely on you?"

Ps: According to the Ministry of Magic's regulations on dangerous creatures, 4X level means: capable wizards can deal with them. Such as Dumbledore's Phoenix Phoenix, Newt's Winged Demon, and Hogwarts's Thestral.

He looked up and down and shook his head.

It is said that people can't look at their appearance, but the growth of magic power of wizards also requires science. As far as Anton is concerned, it is impossible to hunt and kill moonlight turtles.

"I have a way." Anton replied. Seeing Snape's disbelief, he hesitated and could only get closer and explained in a low voice, "Although the moonlight turtle lives in freshwater lakes, this creature needs to return to the ocean to lay eggs, and the cubs swim back to the lake along the river."

"As long as the salt water concentration is adjusted to simulate the environment of sea water, it will feel like returning to its mother's arms and sleep very peacefully."

Anton didn't lie, he did cut out the turtle's brain with his own hands.

The price is that even if the old wizard cast a spell to suppress the Moonlight Turtle, he was still pierced in the chest by the spikes on the turtle's shell.

The thickest part is as thick as a mineral water bottle. It goes in from the chest and goes out from the back.

Even though the old wizard's healing potion was amazing, he still lay in bed for eight days, every day being stimulated by the residual toxin, he almost bit his tongue and committed suicide.

Snape raised his eyebrows in surprise, "It's a good idea."

"500 Galleons!" Anton's little hands held high, his fingers wide open, before Snape, "As long as 500 Galleons, you can take it home!"

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched. He was very moved. The price was actually very reasonable. Even if he had a stable supply of potions for a long time, this kind of turtle brain was hard to come by.

but,

He doesn't have so much money on him.

A normal person wouldn't put so many gold Galleons on his body, not to mention the weight and volume of 500 metal coins, just talking about daily expenses, he doesn't need so much at all.

A pot of ordinary dragon liver is only 3 Galleons, and an ordinary wand is only 7 Galleons. It is an expensive magic book, and an advanced potion making textbook is only 9 gold Galleons.

The consumption of 500 gold Galleons is generally used to buy extremely high-end magic products and medicinal materials, such as a pair of fairy armor, or 5 pints of eight-eyed giant spider venom.

Ps: 5 pints are equivalent to 2.8 liters, a large Coke can.

Speaking of the poisonous juice of this eight-eyed giant spider, Snape couldn't help turning his head to look at Hagrid.

Some time ago, the guard of the Forbidden Forest brought him a large bucket of poisonous juice, and was very excited to express that the children of the eight-eyed giant spider in the Forbidden Forest were living healthy.

"I have it, I have it!" Hagrid's eyes lit up, he looked at Snape expectantly, "Professor, please help me."

Snape nodded, agreeing to what they were arguing about just now.

"Ah~ha!" Hagrid expressed his happiness, reaching into his pocket and grabbing a bag, the gold coins in it rattled.

He shoved it into Anton's arms, "Is there six hundred or seven hundred Galleons in it?"

He shook his head and waved his hand, "It's enough anyway!"

Said, happily grabbed Snape, "Let's go."

Xiuer~

Anton opened the dirty bag and looked in, the golden light almost blinded him.

He looked up, and at this moment, there was no Snape in his eyes, Hagrid was radiating golden light in his eyes.

Seeing that the two were about to leave, he hurriedly stopped him anxiously.

"Hagrid, I know where there are cute furry animals, maybe I can write to you?"

Hagrid was obviously very happy and nodded vigorously, "Be sure to send me a letter!"

Saying that, he dragged Snape away impatiently.

Anton happily grabbed a few Jin Galleons and put them in his pockets, while the others were re-tied and stuffed into the suitcase.

With so much money, the world can go anywhere!

Ha ha!

He just looked up, but saw many people in the tavern staring at him closely.

"!!!"

It's over, it's over, Barbie Q.

He was being watched!

Some even stood up directly.

At this moment, there was a heavy knocking sound from the bar of the pub, and the owner, Old Tom's wrinkled face looked rather fierce, "In my bar, no one can do anything!"

The man thought for a while, then sat down again, but still stared at Anton closely.

An Dong smiled, not afraid, and gently placed a gold Galleon on the bar, "Prepare me a room, and something to eat, I want to eat meat."

He patted his stomach, "Please give me a double copy!"

Old Tom smiled and raised a lamp, "Room 11, come with me."

Walking through a narrow and dark hallway, the bar leads to the room on the second floor with a beautiful wooden staircase, to a room with a brass sign at the door marked as number 11.

The boss, Old Tom, opened the room. Unlike the dark corridor, the windows in the room were open, the sun poured in, and the breeze was breezy.

When Anton walked to the window, he could even see the bustling ordinary street of Charing Cross Road in London~www.readwn.com~ with cars, girls with shopping bags, and children chasing.

Such a hotel near the street where you can hear the sound of cars and smell the exhaust at any time is considered a very bad grade in Muggles.

However, Anton took a deep breath with a look of obsession.

It's a familiar taste.

For the past two months, he followed the old wizard to the edge of the city, various messy gathering places, desolate forests and caves, almost thinking that he had traveled to ancient Europe.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly had the urge to return to the Muggle world to live, which seemed not bad.

An ordinary code farmer in the previous life, maybe in this era, he can also become a great **** with a good reputation.

"It's not bad here, I'll go prepare food for you." Old Tom interrupted his thoughts and walked out again with the lamp in hand.

Anton nodded and looked at the room.

A comfy-looking bed, some very shiny oak furniture, the fire crackling in the fireplace.

There is a bathroom that is not too small. He walked in and the mirror on the wall greeted him warmly, "You look dirty, maybe you need to wash up."

Anton looked at himself in the mirror. His red hair was shiny with platinum gold, and he looked inexplicably weird. His thin body looked like a ten-year-old child, and he was wearing a wizard that was too wide and didn't fit well. robe.

He looked at the mirror with a smile, "You said, even a mirror can talk. If you don't go to see such a wonderful world, I run back and shrink in front of the computer to type codes. Is this a waste of my life?"

The mirror twisted on the wall, "I also want to go around and see."