Take control of thunder and lightning from Hogwarts

Chapter 625 Blind Box
"What?" Harry was stunned by Vivienne's words, and he felt as if his three views had collapsed in an instant.

Those cute flower fairies are staring at him... because he has money?Is the adult world so real?

"It's absolutely true, otherwise how can you trick those little kids into spending money in the store? This is a little secret in our store, you have to keep it a secret for us." Vivian continued with a hint of cunning in her eyes, "So, the boss of our store is very dark-hearted, so be careful if you meet him in the future!"

After listening to Vivienne's words, Harry didn't know what was going on in his mind. He froze for a while, and it took a while to realize, "Oh, I see."

"By the way, let me tell you another little secret!" Vivienne seemed to have a good impression of this shy little boy, and whispered again, "Look, don't those blind boxes are all colorful, you can smoke them." Find the most unpopular color to buy, and it will be easier to get good things out of those!"

"Ah, really? There's such a trick?" Harry suddenly regained his energy when he heard that, and looked at Vivienne nervously.

"It's natural. Anyway, you just need to remember that the uglier and dirtier the blind box, the higher the probability of producing good things inside. Auntie won't lie to you." Vivienne smiled and scratched Harry's baby. head.

Of course, this is only a relatively high probability, Vivienne smiled secretly, she felt that Anduin's business acumen was becoming more and more savvy now, and various methods of defrauding money emerged one after another.

Speaking of these blind boxes, Anduin spent thousands of Galleons just to make these boxes at the beginning, and Vivienne laughed at him for wasting money, but since the launch of the blind box business, the business has become so booming, just not The cost was recovered in one month.

And after Harry got the information from Vivienne, he couldn't help wanting to try it again. Thinking of this, he slowly moved towards the counter selling blind boxes. Hagrid next to him didn't stop him when he saw this. Still casually chatting with Vivienne next to her about homework.

When Harry finally squeezed through the noisy crowd to the front of the counter, he found that the salesman inside was actually a big dog!
At this time, the dog was moving nimbly to help the little wizards around exchange the blind boxes they liked. These blind boxes were piled up in the cupboard behind each other, and even pressed a lot on the ground and under the buttocks.

At the same time, these square boxes look colorful, and almost all of them are different. Some are depicted with simple geometric or animal patterns, while others are graffiti-like patches of various colors.

Of course, there are blind boxes of pure colors, but even these blind boxes are divided into colors very finely. The red that Harry sees alone has seven or eight different reds.

"Boy, which one do you like? If you're sure, choose quickly, don't just stand in the middle of the road in a daze!" Hogg couldn't help it when he caught a glimpse of Harry in the front just staring at the blind boxes around him. From him yelled a few words.

"Ah! Oh!" Seeing that this dog can not only work, but can even talk, Harry was also taken aback, but after finding that other people around him were indifferent to the dog being able to talk, Harry could only Can temporarily suppress the curiosity in my heart.

"Uh, I want to buy 4 blind boxes!" Like the little wizard he had seen before, Harry took out a handful of money from his pocket and piled them on the counter and shouted loudly.

"Okay, the 4 blind boxes are 2 Galleons and 6 Sickles in total. Which one do you like? Hurry up and tell me!" Hogg quickly finished finding the money for Harry, and then couldn't help urging, unable to help the surrounding guests There are too many, and someone is even urging them.

"Well, can I choose the one sitting under your butt?" Harry pointed to a dark blue blind box under Hogg that he used as a cushion, and looked at him with some trepidation.

"Hey, it's another guy who wants to steal chickens. Do you think that there must be good things in the blind box I'm sitting on?" Hogg smiled slyly, and then pushed the blind box under him to the place without hesitation. In front of Harry, and then casually pulled a box from the side and used it as a chair to sit down.

Did he really just choose a blind box to sit in?Ever since Harry talked with Vivienne, he always felt that there might be something tricky hidden in it.

For example, the people in the store would put good things in the corners, etc., but Hogg's reaction seemed to be different from what he imagined.

"Then help me with the gray one, the half-black and half-green one, and the khaki one." After struggling for a moment, Harry pointed to the other three blind boxes that seemed very ugly to him.

"Oh? Do you want these? You have a good eye..." After Hogg took out the blind boxes Harry had chosen, he couldn't help looking at him with teasing eyes.

And Harry didn't continue to talk after receiving these blind boxes, but ran away nervously holding them.

"Phew, I don't know if that auntie who spoke very fast is right. These blind boxes look so ugly." Harry spread the boxes on the ground, and then took out the earliest one that was hidden by Hogg. A dark blue box that serves as a stool.

After pulling off the lid vigorously, Harry looked down curiously, and found that the box was empty, and the bottom was a chaotic black, which looked like a layer of black smoke.

Harry scratched his head in doubt, then turned the box upside down and shook it vigorously, only to find that nothing had happened.

"Empty? Probably not." Harry muttered puzzled.

"What are you doing? Why don't you smoke after you bought the blind box? Is this some kind of new fortune-telling ritual?" Before Harry could make a move, another immature voice came from beside him.

"Huh?" Harry heard someone talking to him, and looked up nervously.

Then he realized that there was a boy who was about the same age as him standing next to him. The boy had red hair and freckles on his face. He was staring at him with wide-eyed eyes. The other party also held several blind boxes in his hand, and it seemed that he had just bought them and was going to find a place to draw a lottery.

"Transfer...fortune ritual?" Harry asked in puzzlement when he heard what the boy said just now.

"Well, recently it is popular to chant a spell before opening the box. It is said that it will increase the luck of getting good things. Earlier, I used to wear a four-leaf clover on my body. Of course, I tried that method, and it seems that the effect is not obvious."

The red-haired boy pursed his lips and shrugged, "Why, isn't this the latest transfer ritual? Let me try it too..."

After all, the little boy also spread those blind boxes on the ground, and then opened them like Harry did before, shaking the box mouth down, and then stretched his hand in.

"It's just a bottle of owl soda." After seeing the object that was taken out, the little boy curled his lips in disgust, "What, your transfer ritual doesn't seem to work very well."

After finishing speaking, he picked up another blind box, and muttered, "Praise Silver Lightning!"

Immediately afterwards, he stretched his hand in again, and then took out a hand-held cosmetic mirror in front of Harry.

After seeing this mirror, the little boy suddenly cheered happily, "Haha, it's shipped! It's a 'children's mirror'! George is right, and mantras are the most useful."

"Children's mirror? What is this?" Harry saw that the other party actually pulled out the object after chanting a spell, and couldn't help but look at the other party enviously.

"This is a children's mirror. It's also available on store shelves. In this mirror, you can see yourself as a child. It costs 3 galleons to buy directly!"

After cheering, the red-haired boy pointed the mirror at Harry, and Harry saw a three or four-year-old kid in the mirror. His hairstyle and clothes were exactly the same as his at this time, but his face was fleshy. Dudu's cute appearance.

But he didn't know if he was dazzled. Harry found that there seemed to be another self in the mirror, but that face completely overlapped with his own, and only a faint phantom could be seen from the edge.

Harry closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously. When he opened his eyes again, he found that the phantom had disappeared, as if it was just his illusion.

This little episode didn't disturb Harry's interest in exploring the blind box. He saw that the boy on the opposite side actually got something after chanting a spell, which made him want to try it too.

"Praise the Silver Lightning!" Harry muttered softly, and then imitated his hand into the blind box.

Then he felt as if his hand had penetrated into a certain deep hole, until he completely penetrated his entire arm and couldn't touch the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Harry fished back and forth with his sense of touch for a long time before he felt as if he had grasped something out of thin air.

This kind of magic of exploring the unknown with his own hands was something Harry had never experienced before, which made him more excited. However, when he took his hand out of the blind box, he found that what he was holding was just a dog that could be seen everywhere. mug.

"Your spell doesn't seem to work either..." Harry looked suspiciously at the boy next to him while slipping his mug. He felt that the other boy's ability to draw something might just be luck.

"Of course it won't work if you are dishonest." The red-haired boy stared seriously, "Listen to me, you have to pray to Silver Lightning from the bottom of your heart. A bunch of useless garbage."

It seemed that the red-haired boy had tasted the sweetness of the experiment just now, and this guy was actually self-hypnotic about the so-called spell.

Then he muttered reverently again to draw a lottery with 'Praise the Silver Lightning', but the result was a bit unsatisfactory. It was basically some worthless sundries, and the only useful thing was the 'children's mirror'.

"Strange, why did it suddenly stop working? It must be that the spells I recited were not accurate enough. Fred always laughed at my inaccurate pronunciation. Well, it must be like this, no! I still want to buy it!"

After self-criticism, the red-haired boy rushed into the crowd in front of the counter with a look of resentment, and the blind boxes that had been drawn on the ground disappeared out of thin air after a while.

(End of this chapter)