Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 7 A Small Goal
"Of course! Look at the elegant arc, brand new"

The owner raised the broom even higher and replied proudly.

But William simply interrupted him.

"The Nimbus 2000 can reach speeds of up to 120 mph, making it the fastest broomstick in the world."

"That's natural! The Nimbus 2000 is not something that can be compared with brands like Sweep and Seven Star."

Because of the excitement, the owner's face has become a little bloodshot, with a faint red color.He didn't know where the voice came from, but he knew he was praising himself.

Such a good publicity effect.

A torrent of shining gold coins is in sight.

"The second fastest broomstick was the Nimbus 1700 from the previous year at 117 mph."

William went on.

The owner instinctively realized that something was wrong, but his brain was still immersed in the excitement of welcoming many guests, so he didn't notice it in time, but stood there stupidly, waiting for William to play.

"There's no noticeable increase in speed, there's no performance improvement.

Change the shape, change the signage.

Who gave you the courage to be 1700% more expensive than Nimbus 60? "

The onlookers cast their eyes on the shopkeeper like knives—some of them had already purchased the Nimbus 1700 the year before last, but under the introduction of the shopkeeper, they placed an order for the Nimbus 2000.

They began to wonder whether the Nimbus 2000 was really as perfect as the shop owner boasted.As for the obvious improvement in the feel of the broom, they were reluctant to believe it.

"The Acceleration Charm is the same as the Tornado series from 1926, isn't it? The Horton-Cage Brake Charm is the same as the Comet, but the wood of the broom body is changed. The only innovation, which comes from the mahogany, is cultivated. Watered with the black dragon of Hesidia"

William went on.

Every sentence made the eyes looking at the shopkeeper a little colder.

The owner didn't know how to respond.

He knew that what William said was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong—what's more, even if he really knew, if he said it, the new products of Comet and Sweep would be released next month at the latest, to "pay tribute" to Light wheel.

And just like facing financial, insurance, real estate and other issues on the other side, when faced with things they don't understand, people always tend to believe those seemingly professional remarks.

William didn't make it up, but it wasn't Nimbus 2000, but Nimbus 1700—the information came from Hermes, and William had discussed with him about applying the broomstick manufacturing technology to something bigger.

For example, above the house.

In order to refute William, that old bastard really bought a Nimbus 1700, spent half a month dismantling it, and wrote three parchments full, just to prove the absurdity of William's idea.

"That old bastard."

William thought of his revenge on the old bastard for laughing at himself-he mailed the other party 300 dollars to buy a plane ticket to the world of ordinary people.

For a whole month, there was no letter from Hermes.

"Shh!"

The first disappointed wizard shook his head and left.

Soon, there will be a second, and a third.

The crowd that had surrounded Quidditch silently dispersed, leaving only the customers who bought brooms surrounded in front of the shopkeeper with a mournful face, demanding to return the products with displeasure.

An obvious victory.

"Tsk."

But William didn't feel so refreshed.

He seemed to have won, but not quite - the wizards left, not because they believed him, but because they felt the shopkeeper was cheating them.

"Let's set a small goal at Hogwarts first - come up with something, let this group of guys who make brooms understand that the so-called pride is actually worthless."

William canceled the Amplifying Charm and Disillusionment Charm, and walked towards Ollivander's shop at the end of Diagon Alley.

As for how to achieve his small goal?
After learning about the ancient runes, he had an idea.

Walking down Diagon Alley, I took a look at each store. This way of shopping greatly satisfied William's curiosity.

"Gringotts Amazing Zoo. What else is there in the second-hand robe shop, a horror tour?!"

William stopped at the door of a small shop with a very dilapidated front, picked up the booklet that was on the table at the door, and looked through it because it hadn't been touched for a long time, and realized that it was just a wizard's version. travel agency.

In all fairness, the "Horror Journey" has a lot of items, such as "Renting a Vampire Castle in Transylvania", "Tracking Zombies", "Crying Voyage in the Bermuda Triangle", "Roaming the Albanian Forest" and so on.

The prices of the projects are also extremely low, and the cheapest route only costs him a few Galleons, and he can enjoy a few days of travel.

There is just one small problem.

A small, trivial question.

"Shenteme Travel Company is not responsible for any accidental death or injury!"

Seeing the small print on the bottom of the back of the booklet, William wanted to slam it in the faces of the men in the store.

But after thinking about it again, he still picked up a leaflet and put it in his shoulder bag—maybe it can be used as a case of Party B in the future.

After leaving the horror trip, and walking a few more steps, William came to the end of the alley, and a large family was coming out of the second-hand store.

Their hair was red like fire, and the boy who walked last was looking across the street reluctantly.

"Come on, Ron, dear. I'm afraid our family can't afford to buy a new wand anymore. But the one Charlie left is just as good, I promise you."

"But the unicorn hair on that wand."

A plump-looking lady with a peaceful face turned her head, pulled the boy away by the arm, and almost bumped into William who was passing by.

"Is this the Weasleys?"

William turned sideways and watched them leave.

He finally saw Ollivander's store.

It is located at the end of Diagon Alley, with only one floor, which is as high as a two-story row house.On the side facing the street was a glass window, which looked foggy, and in it stood a box, holding a wand on a dry lock of red velvet.

"Ollivander: Staff began to be made in 392 BC."

Engraved on the half-drooped signboard.

Opening the wooden door, William walked into the store with the dull ringing of the bell—Professor McGonagall hadn't come yet, and he might still be struggling with the new book launch of Lihen Bookstore.

Behind the counter stood a small wizard who must have been the owner, Mr. Ollivander.

Several chairs were randomly thrown on the ground.

Large shelves, as tall as two Williams, filled with slender boxes, occupy almost all the space in the small store.

"Welcome, little wizard."

Ollivander waved to William with a soft voice as if floating from the clouds.His eyes were large and pale, staring straight at William - giving him an inexplicable feeling of being spied upon.

But this weird feeling of peeping that made his skin crawl only lasted for a moment, and Ollivander had already stepped out from behind the counter and greeted him.

"I think...you need a new wand."

he asked William.

Apparently the answer was known before the question was asked.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a comment, whatever.

　　Thank you, the new book issue is very important.

　　


(End of this chapter)