The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 116 The Curse and the Broom

"Is the sherry good?" Watching Wess take a gulp of the sherry, Harry couldn't wait to ask the question he had been wanting to ask.

"You can't drink it." Weiss smacked his lips and squinted at him and added, "It's sweet, you're too young, go drink your butter beer."

"You're not my age!" Harry said angrily, and took a gulp of butterbeer.

"We can drink at the age of 8." Weiss said without blushing and panting.

"Really?" Harry narrowed his eyes and looked at Wes scrutinizingly.

The corner of Weiss's mouth twitched subconsciously, and he said, "Of course, you didn't see that I wasn't drunk."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, after eating, go to see the flying broom with me, there is a new 'Firebolt', that smooth shape, exquisite workmanship, tsk tsk tsk..." Harry pointed at the opposite corner The Quidditch boutique in the alley, said excitedly.

"Oh, but I'm not interested in that." Weiss calmly grabbed a few French fries that came with him and stuffed them into his mouth, speaking vaguely.

"If you're not afraid of heights, you'll love Quidditch too." Harry glanced at Wes, who was eating fried fish, and said with a little disgust, "Big men are afraid of heights."

"Cough cough cough..." Weiss coughed again and again after being choked by Harry's sudden words, and he gave him a blank look before saying, "I'm not afraid of heights, didn't I tell you, there must be problems with the safety of this thing , For example, you were swept away by a strong wind, or you were attacked by someone... No matter what kind of time you can only fall from the top with a 'bang', the meat paste is good, if you are disabled..."

"Stop! It's time to eat! Don't talk about that!" Harry hurriedly raised his glass and touched Wes, signaling him to stop talking, because he almost lost his appetite.

After taking a sip of butterbeer, Harry felt that what he said was quite reasonable, so he asked curiously: "Then what do you think the wizard's mode of transportation is? The Weasley family's car?"

"My mother can fly by herself." Weiss thought for a while and continued: "You also have Apparation and Floo powder, which are safer than it."

"Fly by yourself?" Harry thought for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Levitation spell?"

"I don't know, my mother didn't teach me." Weiss shook his head, remembering how he saw Nicole May flying out of thin air during the holidays and continued: "I have seen my teacher flying out of thin air here, it must be levitation Variations of the spell, maybe Professor Dumbledore will too."

"A variant of the spell." Harry smacked his lips, thinking of the colorful banner he saw during the Quidditch match in the first grade. After the game, Hermione said that it was a variant of the fluorescent spell that was cast on the ragged bed sheet. .

"Yeah, and I saw a person use the flame spell during the summer vacation. It will explode with a 'bang'. It is completely different from our usage. We can only summon a small fireball and set the target on fire." Weiss recalled that strange man who had been a wolf for many years in order to get the castle.

'I don't know if any of his descendants were eaten by me or the orange cat, uh, it's disgusting. Weiss suddenly thought of this question, glanced at the fish raft in his hand, and silently put it down.

"Well, I always feel that it must be difficult," Harry said with a bitter face, "And you said last year that Professor Dumbledore turned the Fire Curse into a fire whip and a fireball, which seems to be a variant of the Fire Curse..."

"I think it might be that Professor Dumbledore released the Transformation Curse while using the Fire Curse." Weiss shrugged, twisted a few French fries, and looked back at the same time: "Mr. Tom is so slow." , two hamburgers..."

"Wait!" Harry asked suddenly when he heard this sentence, "Did you order?"

"No, aren't these included in the set meal?" Weiss pointed to the half-eaten chips and fish steak and looked at Harry strangely.

"...I thought it was a gift for buying wine." Harry covered his face and sighed deeply.

"...That is, you haven't ordered yet?" Weiss also thought of the key point at once.

"...I didn't even know you were here at this time! How can I order it! Let alone two people!" Harry glanced at Wes angrily, stood up and walked towards the bar, and asked at the same time: "Your drink It's almost gone, how about another drink?"

"No, just order me a glass of green wort." Weiss said as he raised his head, and he drank all the wine in the glass.

……

"Your saliva is about to drip onto the counter." Weiss looked at the crazy Harry in front of him with disdain, and took half a step back, away from him.

"..." Harry wiped the corner of his mouth, gave Wes a blank look, and continued to look down at the Firebolt.

"Since you want it, you can buy it. It's not that you don't have money." Weiss walked up a few steps, looked at it, and found that there was no price tag, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"The price is negotiable, but I don't know how expensive it is." Harry saw Weiss' thoughts and said, then shook his head: "My Nimbus 2000 was given to me by Professor McGonagall, and it works very well. You Don’t buy it for me, it was my birthday present before—the Quidditch repair tool is very useful, but unfortunately it’s exactly the same as the one Hermione gave, so it’s a bit of a waste.”

"..." Weiss watched helplessly as Harry continued to look down at it, and his saliva was about to drip out again.

"By the way, how much is this?" Weiss asked the shopkeeper who was also standing aside with a slightly helpless expression.

"Oh, this one, it is purely handmade by the goblins, representing the highest level of craftsmanship at present, its broom handle is refined from ash wood, streamlined, extremely exquisite, and treated with a polish as hard as diamonds , and has a hand-engraved registration number. Every broom twig at the end has been screened..." Hearing the price inquired by the person in front of him, the shopkeeper immediately talked a lot.

"Stop! The price of that stick!" Weiss was dizzy from what he said, and hurriedly called to stop.

"This... this... this... oh... I don't know either." The shopkeeper hesitated for a long time and said with a sigh.

"I don't know? Then how do you sell this one?" Weiss was stunned, looked at the shopkeeper strangely, and pointed to the 'Firebolt' on the counter.

"That root is real only with its appearance and special effects, and there is nothing depicted in the alchemy formation inside." The shopkeeper looked helplessly at Harry who was still staring at the Firebolt and continued: "It's real, if someone robs it, That's a big deal."

"Then the customer wants to buy it, what do you do?" Weiss looked at Harry sympathetically and continued to ask.

"Tell them that it will take two days to order, and come back two days later. I will tell them the price, and then contact them and ask them to speed up assembly and manufacturing." The owner shrugged and said calmly.

"... Store Manager, you are amazing!" Weiss raised his two thumbs up and said in admiration.

"That's it!" The shopkeeper was complacent, and continued to ask: "Do you really want it?"

"I'll just ask the price, and if it's right, I'll buy it, so as not to waste the whole morning here." Weiss pointed to the motionless Harry and explained.

"Oh, that's right, the brooms of the goblins are priced according to different people." The boss nodded and pointed at Harry: "For those who are so fanatical, they are usually a little higher..."

"He's Harry Potter." Weiss added calmly.

"Eh..." The shopkeeper turned to look at Weiss in a daze.

"Harry Potter! Have you finished reading it yet!" Weiss yelled directly when he saw the shopkeeper's reaction.

"What are you rushing for! Just wait a little longer! Just a little longer!" Harry turned his head quickly, the scar on his forehead could be clearly seen by the flowing wind.

"Oh! Look!" Weiss nodded in response, then looked at the owner: "See?"

"Well, only the material fee is required, no manual fee or transportation fee." The shopkeeper immediately affirmed.

"You can decide?" Weiss looked at the owner strangely.

"I can!" the shopkeeper said through gritted teeth, as if he thought of those goblins who wanted money.

(End of this chapter)