Haeger chatted all the way, complaining about the unreasonable regulations of the Ministry of Magic, as if the whole world was targeting his cute Fire Dragon.

Two goblins led them into a tall marble hall.

There were about a hundred or ten fairies sitting on high stools behind a row of long counters. Some used copper balances to weigh coins, and some used eyepieces to check gems while registering in a large account book.

There were countless doors in the hall, leading to different places, and many goblins guided people to enter and exit these doors, which looked extremely busy. "I need to exchange for two hundred Gallons." Roy took out a small stack of pounds and handed it to an old goblin.

Hogwarts implements seven years of compulsory education, and the school does not charge tuition fees, but textbooks, wizard robes, and magic wands all require you to buy them with your own money.

Then the question is.

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

William learned from Hager that the school’s funds mainly come from the Ministry of Magic grants, school managers’ funding, and donations from well-known alumni.

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

The old fairy is worthy of being a good businessman. She glanced at Roy and William casually. With a vicious look, she instantly concluded that they were not poor people from their clothes, and then began to enthusiastically promote products.

The old fairy seemed to be a drama genius. He got involved in the show in one second and started his own performance.

“Goling Pavilion’s private vault,

Hidden in depth 20,000 meters underground,

Ukrainian iron belly guarding,

Exclusive one-to-one confidential key

The money warehouse is separated by ten meters and automatically alarms.

Very good and excellent are only a little bit away. This distance is called Gulingge.

Guling Pavilion’s private vault, you are worthy of it!”

Roy: "…"

William: “…”

Hagrid: "(☆?☆)!!"

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

As for Hagrid, who looked excited,... he ignored it directly. The other party looked like a poor man, not his potential customer.

William looked at the chattering old fairy as if he had seen the barber from his previous life and said a lot of words, but the core idea was still one: "Brother, just get a card."

Before William could say anything, his father Roy decisively refused.

He had already asked that Jin Jialong was a magic coin, which was not pure gold, but an alloy under the smelting process of the fairy.

Since it is not pure gold, even if it is exchanged a lot, it will be inflated in the Guling Pavilion, rather than maintaining the value as the price of gold.

Only fools can keep their money in the bank. Wouldn't it be nice to invest in him?

"What a pity."

Walking on the road, Hagrid kept sighing.

“If it weren’t for all the money to buy three-headed dogs, I would also like to run a private vault.

Hey, William, what's your look? Not everyone can own a private vault, this is a symbol of a successful man!

I tell you that without a private vault, in the magic world, it is difficult to even marry a wife!"

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

Next, Hagrid took the two into Mrs. Mojin's robe store.

Mrs. Mojin is a short and fat witch with a nice smile and wearing a purple dress. After measuring the size, she suggested that the three of them buy other items first.

So they came to the wand shop first.

This is a small and broken shop, with the golden sign on the door peeling off, and it says: Ollivander: Well-made wands have been made since 382 BC.

In the dusty window, a magic wand was scattered alone on the faded purple cushion.

It's amazing, and he's professionally made sticks for more than two thousand years!

When they entered the store, there were jingling wind chimes somewhere behind the store.

The store is very small, except for a bench, there are only thousands of narrow and long paper boxes almost shaped to the ceiling.

It's full of magic wands.

"Good evening." A head suddenly appeared from the pile of paper boxes.

But this man was not Ollivander. He was very young and thin... and looked only one or two years older than William.

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

"Hey, hello Hagrid."

The boy named Cedric shook his apprentice uniform and a large amount of dust popped up.

“I’m working in summer here.”

"Oh, is that?" Hagrid looked at Cedric and showed a suspicious look.

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

Cedric waved his hand quickly and said, "It doesn't matter whether it's money or not. The key is interest. I just want to learn some skills from Mr. Ollivand."

Of course, the most important reason was that the boy didn't say... He didn't want to raise any Billy Viggoworms. The thing was very fast and had a slender needle.

It's simply terrible!

"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!" Hager's beard was trembling with anger.

"It took me half a semester to drive them out of the Forbidden Forest... I ran to the Forbidden Forest in the first grade. 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 junior, right? Hello, my name is Cedric Diggory, just call me Cedric."

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

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

Hagrid smiled and said, "William, let's talk to Cedric, who is the best student in the whole grade.

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

"No." Cedric's face turned red with a hint of embarrassment and shouted to the inner room: "Mr. Ollivander, a guest is here."

After a while, with the sound of a gust of wind chimes, an old man stood in front of them. His big light-colored eyes looked like two shining moons in the dim shop.

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

"Well, it's another little wizard." The old man was scattered with white hair, and was a little confused.

"It's really good. I think those cute wands are impatient to see the new owner."

He stroked his hair and said in surprise: "Oh, of course, the wand chose its owner, so it was hidden in a corner, and my duty was to find it out."

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

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

He seemed to have suddenly discovered Hagrid and said in surprise: "Oh, Rube Hagrid! I'm so happy to see you again, oak, sixteen inches long, a little curved, right?"

"Not bad, sir." Hager nodded. "That's a good wand."

"But I think, when you are fired, you will definitely be broken by the Ministry of Magic?" Ollivand suddenly became serious.

"Ah, of course, they broke it, yes." Hagrid slowly moved his footsteps and retreated towards Roy, as if that made him feel a little safe.

"I still keep the wand that is broken."

"But you don't use it anymore?" Ollivand continued to ask.

"No, how can I use the broken wand?"

Hagrid replied nervously, but his big hands tightly grasped the pink broken umbrella.

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Chapter completed!