Chapter 6 Professional Rod Making 2000

Hagrid babbled all the way, complaining about the various unreasonable regulations of the Ministry of Magic, and it seemed that the whole world was targeting his cute dragon.

Two goblins led them into a tall marble hall.

There were about a hundred fairies, sitting on high stools behind a long line of counters, some weighing coins with copper scales, and some examining gems with eyepieces, while scribbling registration on a large ledger.

There are countless doors in the hall, leading to different places, and many goblins guide people to enter and exit these doors, which looks extremely busy.

"I need two hundred Galleons in exchange." Roy took out a small stack of pounds and handed it to an old goblin.

Hogwarts implements seven-year compulsory education, and the school does not charge tuition fees, but textbooks, wizard robes, and wands need to be purchased at their own expense.

So here comes the question.

Since Hogwarts does not charge tuition fees, how to maintain daily expenses?

William learned from Hagrid that the school's funding came mainly from Ministry of Magic grants, school trustees, and donations from well-known alumni.

Of course, the income is much more than that, after all, Hagrid is just a key keeper.

The old goblin was worthy of being a good businessman. He glanced at Roy and William at random. With his vicious eyes, he instantly determined from the clothes that they were not poor, and then began to sell products enthusiastically.

The old goblin seemed to be a comedian. He entered the play in a second and started his own performance.

"Gringotts Private Vault,

Hidden 20,000 meters underground,

Ukrainian iron belly guard,

Exclusive one-to-one secret key

Automatic alarm when the purse is separated by ten meters,

There is only a little distance between good and excellent. This distance is called Gringotts.

Gringotts private vault, you deserve it! "

Roy: "..."

William: "..."

Hagrid: "(☆?☆)!!"

Roy and William looked disgusted, and the old goblin was not angry and continued to sell other financial products.

As for the excited Hagrid... He ignored him directly. The other party looked like a poor guy, not his potential customer.

William looked at the chattering old goblin, as if he saw the barber boy in the previous life, and talked a lot, but the core idea was still one sentence: "Brother, make a card."

Before William said anything, his father Roy decisively refused.

He has already inquired, Jin Galleon is a magic coin, and it is not pure gold, but an alloy under the goblin smelting process.

Since it is not pure gold, even if it is exchanged a lot, if it is stored in Gringotts, there will be inflation, instead of maintaining its value with the price of gold.

Only a fool keeps money in the bank, isn't it good to invest in him?

"Pity."

On the road, Hagrid kept sighing.

"If it weren't for the fact that all the money was used to buy three-headed dogs, I would also like to set up a private treasury.

Hey William, what are you looking at? Not everyone can have a private treasury, this is the symbol of a successful man!

I tell you, without a private treasury, in the wizarding world, it's hard to even get a wife! "

Hey, why does this phrase sound so familiar to William?

Next, Hagrid took the two into the shop of Mrs. Malkin's robes.

Mrs. Malkin was a short, plump witch with a smile and a purple dress. After taking the measurements, she suggested that the three of them go shopping for other items first.

So, they went to the wand shop first.

It was a small, run-down shop, with peeling gold lettering on the door that read: Ollivanders: Well-made wands since 382 BC.

In the dusty window, a wand stands alone on a faded purple cushion.

It's amazing, it has been professionally made sticks for more than 2,000 years!

When they entered the store,

Somewhere behind the store, there were bursts of jingling wind bells.

The store is small, except for one bench, only a few thousand long, narrow cartons that stretch almost to the ceiling.

It's all wands in here.

"Good evening." A head suddenly emerged from the stack of cardboard boxes.

But this man wasn't Ollivander, he was very young and thin... and looked like a year or two older than William.

"Oh, Merlin's beard! Cedric, why are you here?" Hagrid was startled.

"Hey, Hagrid."

The boy named Cedric shook the apprentice uniform on his body, and a large cloud of dust came out.

"I'm here for a summer job."

"Oh, is it?" Hagrid glanced at Cedric with a suspicious look.

"If I want to make money, I have posted a mission at Hogwarts, and the summer vacation can help me cultivate magical creatures. There is no need to come here."

Cedric waved his hand quickly and said, "It doesn't matter if you have money or not. The key is interest. I just want to learn some techniques from Mr. Ollivander."

Of course, the most important reason, the boy didn't say... He didn't want to cultivate some kind of fried tail snail, that thing had no head and smelled like rotten fish and rotten shrimp.

It sucks!

"You can ask the Weasley brothers to help you next time, they should be quite short of money." Cedric suggested "friendly".

"Merlin's beard, don't mention those two bad guys!" Hagrid's beard trembled wildly.

"I spent half the semester driving them out of the Forbidden Forest... I went to the Forbidden Forest to wander in the first year. This is the first time I have seen such a bold student!"

Cedric nodded and moved his gaze to William.

"This must be the new apprentice? Hello, my name is Cedric Diggory, just call me Cedric."

Cedric has a high nose and black hair. Although he is thin, his black pupils are piercing.

"Hello, my name is William Stark, just call me William." William reached out and shook his hand.

Hagrid smiled and said, "William, talk to Cedric, he is the best student in the entire first year.

I have heard many professors praise him, especially Professor McGonagall, you know, Professor McGonagall is very strict. "

"No." Cedric's face was a little red, he turned his head embarrassedly, and shouted to the inside: "Mr. Ollivander, there is a guest."

After a while, with the sound of wind chimes, an old man stood in front of them, his big pale eyes like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"Hello," William said. "My name is William Stark."

"Well, it's another little wizard." The old man had messy white hair and babbled a little.

"Nice, I think those lovely wands can't wait to meet their new owners."

He stroked his hair and said in surprise, "Oh, of course, the wand chooses its owner, so it's hidden somewhere, and it's my job to find it."

Mr. Ollivander walked up to William. Although his tone was kind, he looked extremely strange with his silvery-white eyes.

He stared at William's dark green eyes, and after a while, he turned to look at Hagrid.

As if he had just discovered Hagrid suddenly, he exclaimed, "Oh, Rubeus Hagrid! It's such a pleasure to see you again, oak, sixteen inches long, a little curved, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir." Hagrid nodded. "That's a good wand."

"But I think, when you were fired, you must have been thrown out by the Ministry of Magic?" Ollivander suddenly became serious.

"Ah, of course, they were ripped off, yes." Hagrid moved slowly and stepped back toward Roy, as if that made him feel a little more secure.

"I still have the broken wand."

"But you don't need it?" Ollivander continued.

"No, how can the broken wand still be used?"

Hagrid replied nervously, but his big hands were holding onto the broken pink umbrella.

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(ps Hogwarts reminds the little wizards, please collect and recommend, otherwise Professor Snape will be sent to you to get in touch. (?>?))