I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Yes! Sirocco, catch it, don't let it escape!"

The first thing Irving had to do when he got home.

Of course it’s spring cleaning!

This house was the only inheritance and property left to him by his grandfather.

An aristocratic mansion full of age, with traces of time left over from hundreds of years ago everywhere in the house.

Exaggerated murals, exquisite layout, and decorative style around the 18th century.

If we could get rid of the wooden doors full of bug holes, the walls full of watermarks, and the inexplicable strange noises coming from the house.

This is definitely a magnificent building.

As for how Grindelwald got this house?

hehe!

It’s impossible to buy it anyway.

Anyway, he lived here for many years.

The houses that originally belonged to Muggles gradually became tainted with the aura of magic and began to attract some magical creatures to move in.

Like, a nest of goblins in the basement.

Spotted awns in the attic.

"Meow~" Heroic knight, Sirocco.

The small body as big as a palm jumped towards a goblin three times its size.

"Yes! Bite it!" Owen stood on the stairs, surrounded by a veil, cleaning the spots that had seeped down from the roof.

knock!

One by one, do you want to continue living without paying rent?

Die to me!

There was a flash of green light, and a bunch of fungi with many eyes that looked like slightly green fungi fell from the ceiling.

It's like raining Cthulhu.

"Meow~"

The fallen awns immediately aroused Shilok's interest.

The little kitten immediately gave up chasing the goblin, but happily raised his feet and scratched in the air with his two front paws.

"Playful little guy~"

Owen wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He is always so talented that he can eat dozens of large melons in one breath, and his iron-clad body cannot bear it!

And the attic.

As soon as he stuck his head out and reached into the attic, he heard a complicated and sparse sound, and tens of thousands of eyes stared at him at the same time.

In just one second, Irving's SAN value dropped to the bottom.

The only thing missing is the tentacles.

Spotted mangosteens usually appear in swarms in homes, feeding on dirt and can destroy entire homes.

Usually the stench from rotting things will attract the appearance of spotted mangosteens.

They slowly secrete a substance that corrodes the foundation of a house, causing it to collapse over time.

"It's no longer possible. Grandpa needs to call for foreign aid."

On the first day of the summer vacation, he actually wrote a letter to the Ministry of Magic's Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and the Pest Advisory Service. Invite someone to come and take a look.

Be prepared to spend some money——

Spend some money, otherwise how could he live there.

On the third day, he received a reply from the Ministry of Magic.

After an employee came to inspect the damage to his home, he was presented with a bill followed by many zeros.

"What!"

"Six hundred galleons?"

"Why don't you go grab it!" After seeing the bill, Owen had only one thought in his mind.

That is to attack Fudge tonight, knock his head off, and make him the Minister of Magic!

Damn it!

The young master had squeezed a few dozen Galleons from Harry for a whole year. Adding in the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award, the total amount was less than four hundred Galleons.

"This is the cost of a comprehensive cleaning of your house, including the restoration of the ancient paintings and the replacement of furniture." The magic employee said.

"???" Owen was confused after hearing these words!

"Are you sure you are an employee of the Ministry of Magic and not a shady agent of some construction company?"

"Is this your line? Just say it?"

Owen, who wanted to put the wand into the mouth of the wizard with a professional smile, continued to stare at the parchment in his hand, "Can you tell me why you want to engrave gold patterns on my toilet?"

"Roof renovation?"

"Paint the walls?"

"Re-flooring?"

"You really are a decorator!"

"Of course, we are professionals." The wizard said confidently.

"Hmm - what did you see?" Owen suddenly clenched his palms and waved them in front of that bitch's eyes, "I'm also a professional at beating people!"

"Haha." Of course, employees of the Ministry of Magic would not take the threat of a twelve-year-old wizard to heart.

If it wasn't for the fact that he felt that the wizard who lived in this kind of house was either rich or noble, he would have turned away long ago.

What a waste of time talking to a child.

"Be cheaper! Otherwise, I'll beat you up!" Owen said with a stern face.

"Well." The man pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "If you remove some unnecessary ones, you will have to pay four hundred Galleons."

"Four hundred?" His eyelids twitched, and then he asked, "How much is the minimum price for me to buy a new house in Diagon Alley?"

"Three hundred!" he affirmed.

There is a certain house that he has been interested in for a long time.

"Come on, come on! If I don't beat you up to the point where you are filled with peach blossoms, you won't know why the flowers are so red!"

Owen smiled gloomily and then moved forward.

It rushed forward like a hungry wolf.

First, a sweeping kick to the legs! Another invincible scissor kick.

After putting it down, Bagua lit up from the soles of his feet, and punched him three hundred and sixty times, beating him into a pig's head (~￣(OO)￣).

"Can it still be cheaper?"

"Two hundred, this is already the limit of the discount I can provide in this position!" the man said in a stammering voice.

"Bang!" Another punch.

"not enough!"

"I-" The man stared at Owen in fear, feeling inexplicably ashamed and afraid in his heart.

Was he actually beaten up by a little wizard?

I was beaten up by a little wizard!

"one hundred twenty."

"I'll fight!"

"thirty?"

"I-? Thirty?" Owen was stunned when he was about to land a punch?

Damn it, from six hundred to thirty, how much did you exploit, you bitch?

"Tell me, how much does it cost to remove freckles?"

"Ten-seventeen gold galleons!" the man said as his air intake was no more than his air output.

"My Ta-meow, that's seventeen galleons, good guys, you have to know how to make money!" Owen couldn't help but give this big brother a thumbs up.

ruthless!

You guys are so ruthless in making money!

"No -" Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished his words, he was met with strong resistance from the man. He shook his head and shouted.

"Damn, the original bill was only seventeen galleons, and my damn mother got beaten up and got seventeen galleons for it. Didn't I get beaten for nothing?"

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"You've done it for a very reasonable amount of time!" Owen's eyes lit up, and when he looked down, he discovered that the talented person was doing a good job.

"You're such a talented person, what's your name?"

"Obo Benny."

"Okay, Mr. Benny." Owen loosened his collar, then patted and smoothed it.

"Two hundred galleons, and within a week, I want my house spotless."

"Don't worry, sir, three days! Three days! You can just pack your bags and move in!"

Aobo, who almost bit his tongue, spoke quickly in shock.

"Then the injury on your face!" Owen pointed to the injury on his face with a smile.

"Goblins! They are all those annoying goblins. Everything is for customers!" Aobo smiled stupidly, his eyes almost falling into Jin Gallon's money.

"Fuck! You are such a talent!"

Do you dare to follow me?

Go to the end of the earth~~~~~

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Next chapter women's clothing!