Son of Voldemort at Hogwarts

After a short flight, Zell finally arrived in London and landed smoothly in a secluded place. Plan one: go to various large gold stores to exchange gold for money. Plan two: buy a house in London to live in. By the way, look for the Leaky Cauldron Bar and check out that alley. It seems that there is generally a black market there, right? Zell, who has lived two lives, has very vague memories of his previous life. It's pretty good that he can recall the name of this bar.

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London, Salina Gold Store, a six-year-old boy was in the box, with a travel bag full of gold bricks in front of him. The receptionist in front of him was shocked, no matter who saw a child holding it You would be shocked to see so much gold. Who is this boy?

The receptionist swallowed, calmed down, and said, "May I ask where these gold bricks came from? We will not accept them from irregular sources."

Zell narrowed his silver-grey eyes, pretending to be very shy, and said weakly: "My brother and I are the only ones left in my family, so I want to exchange the things my father left for us for money, is that okay?"

Zell opened his big eyes and looked at him with tears in his eyes, silently giving a big thumbs up to his acting skills.

"Of course, we accept gold from all formal channels." The receptionist quickly said, this amount of money can give him a promotion and a salary increase!

"Then how much money can I exchange for this gold?" Zell asked "expectantly and nervously".

The receptionist said: "How many gold bricks are there in this bag?"

Zell said matter-of-factly: "Only ten gold bricks."

The receptionist just took a sip of water, and then choked on what Zell said.

Zell was immediately very nervous and said: "Isn't it a little less and can't be exchanged for a lot of money?"

The receptionist waved his hand, coughed twice, and then said, "It's too much. It shocked my uncle."

Zell secretly despised such a small amount of money and was so shocked. He had never seen big winds and waves. Zell owned several piles of gold and silver. Naturally, he would not feel bad for a few pieces of gold. The two of them were not zealous on the same level. I despised him fiercely, but I didn't show any effort on my face. I seemed to ask very eagerly: "Then how much can I exchange for this? Uncle?"

The receptionist smiled and said: "At this time, it depends on the purity of the gold: if the purity of the gold is low, the price will naturally be low. Of course, if the purity of the gold is high, the price will increase with the degree. High purity.”

Zell pretended to be curious and asked: "What should we do? Uncle, you don't know how to do it, right?"

The corners of the receptionist's mouth twitched, what do you mean you shouldn't be able to? Even though I don’t know how to do it myself, I can’t say that? The receptionist took a deep breath to stop himself from getting angry. He must not expose his anger disorder, otherwise his job would be lost and his girlfriend would be lost as well.

The receptionist suppressed his temper and said: "This is very difficult, so you need to ask a professional to identify it."

"Oh..." Zell was very disappointed, like a frustrated dog, with the dull hair on his head still lying softly on top of his head according to his emotions.

The receptionist almost couldn't help it. Does he have any ability to control other people's emotions? A few words can make someone angry.

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"What, what!"

The results were surprising.

"The purity of gold is %. You did it correctly." The receptionist was shocked.

"Yes, that's right." Master Chun Chun said impatiently, "You don't believe my test" and looked at him intimidatingly.

"No, no, master, how dare I deny your strength, master?" the receptionist said with cold sweat. This master is a giant Buddha invited by the owner of the gold shop. He dare not touch it. Everyone who denied him last time If he is fired, he must not lose this job!

"Go, go, go quickly, don't bother me here." The uncle shooed the receptionist away like a fly.

The receptionist breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave quickly, but when the uncle waited for him to walk out the door, he stopped him. Regardless of his body trembling, he said: "I heard that this pile of gold belongs to a child. Take me with you." Go see him."