Hogwarts from another world

"In the name of Merlin, you cannot tell lies with your eyes open, Mr. Malfoy; a little person like me cannot bear such responsibility."

The voice of Mr. Shafiq, the manager of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, still sounds extremely smooth and a little pitiful: "You know, a year ago, I worked hard to help you get those things you wanted. ; and the intact magic seals on them are enough to prove that I have not touched them at all."

"So Mr. Malfoy, you can't blame me just because something went wrong."

If an outsider heard and witnessed such a conversation, they would definitely feel that poor Mr. Shafiq was very aggrieved.

"Hmph." Mr. Lucius Malfoy just snorted without sympathy.

Then Mr. Shafiq put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

He took a careful look at the boy behind Mr. Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and suddenly smiled: "I think you must be Master Malfoy. I am very welcome and honored. Do you need anything? My prices here are very fair."

"A complete set of second year Hogwarts textbooks" Draco replied.

"Oh, really." The smile on Mr. Shafiq's face diminished slightly, and he asked softly: "Aren't you going to buy a few reference books? You can't learn much by just relying on textbooks these days."

"You don't need to worry about this, Shafiq." Mr. Malfoy said coldly: "We already have enough books in the manor."

"That's natural, that's natural." Mr. Shafiq nodded quickly.

Yiben said, he turned around and picked up a second grade book box from the corner.

Matthew quickly and quietly adjusted his position to avoid being discovered by Mr. Shafik eavesdropping.

The small book box was handed into Draco's hands.

Then, Mr. Malfoy suddenly ordered: "Draco, you get out first."

Draco suddenly looked at his father with some confusion.

"Wait for me at the Quidditch boutique." Mr. Malfoy added: "I'll go over and buy you the latest Nimbus 2001 broom. I remember that you always felt that your original Sweeping Seven Stars was a bit outdated. .”

Draco happily held the book box and left Flourish and Blotts Bookstore obediently.

Now, excluding Matthew Wakefield who was hiding behind the bookshelf, there were only two people left here, the bookstore manager Shafiq, and Mr. Malfoy.

Matthew felt that what they were about to discuss would be important, so he quickly pricked up his ears.

"You are really a kind father, Mr. Malfoy." Shafik complimented: "I think I should learn more from you, because my daughter has always disliked me."

"Stop talking such useless nonsense, Shafik," Mr. Malfoy said coldly, his voice suddenly becoming serious:

"Come here, just like a year ago, this time it's a big deal. As expected, you can earn at least three thousand Galleons from this deal."

"All ears," Shafiq whispered.

Malfoy also deliberately lowered his voice, so that Matthew could only hear the intermittent conversation:

"This time there is another batch of goods. I will leave it to you to receive the goods. I will send a house elf then."

Mr. Shafiq did not speak during the whole process and kept nodding his head.

"Remember, don't make any mistakes this time," Mr. Malfoy finally warned.

"You can wait for my good news at the manor, Mr. Malfoy." Mr. Shafiq bowed gently and smoothly.

"I hope so" Malfoy walked away.

And Mr. Shafiq hummed a tune happily. He was clearly in a good mood.

Matthew behind the bookshelf, at this moment, also has a sense of humming

It seems that choosing to work as a "temporary summer job" at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore this time was indeed the right choice.

The time soon reached noon, the hottest time of the day.

At this time, Flourish and Blotts Bookstore was deserted; all the clerks were huddled in corners, too lazy to move.

Matthew stood up slowly and walked to the counter.

"What's the matter, Wakefield?" Mr. Shafiq asked lazily at the counter.

"It's just because there is nothing to do now, Mr. Shafiq." Matthew said innocently, his voice sounded very enthusiastic: "So I want to help proofread last month's bill, maybe there are any errors in it; just treat it as I'm too bored, so I'll just pass the time."

"You are such a hard-working and good boy, Wakefield," Mr. Shafik praised hurriedly: "You deserve to be ranked first in your grade at Hogwarts."

As he moved his position, he pointed to Matthew in the cupboard: "The books are all here, you can proofread them slowly, don't worry."

"Yeah." Matthew nodded: "I will try my best."

Matthew sat at the counter throughout noon and most of the afternoon, calculating a series of numbers in gold Galleons, Silver Sickles, and Copper Nuts.

Faced with such a volunteer "volunteer", the manager Mr. Shafiq certainly would not stop anything.

Especially after Matthew pointed out several errors on the June bill and helped the bookstore recover some losses; this behavior made him nod and praise him repeatedly.

Of course, there was only praise and no mention of a salary increase.

Matthew also appeared to "treat money as dirt" without mentioning the word "money".

In a flash, it was dark.

Late at night, when Flourish and Blotts Bookstore was about to close and thank customers, Matthew suddenly picked up two ledgers and shouted to Mr. Shafiq at the same time:

"Mr. Shafiq, I think it is best to take these two ledgers to the room and continue proofreading them in the evening."

Mr. Shafiq naturally had no objections.

"Good job, Wakefield."

"It's just a little effort." Matthew said generously as he returned to his dark and damp hut in the basement with two ledgers.

Matthew Wakefield had no idea that his improvised plan would go so smoothly.

But it's normal. After all, he is only a twelve or thirteen-year-old child. Even if he has some strange behavior, it is difficult to arouse too much suspicion.

In the basement cabin, Matthew slowly opened one of the ledgers.

He quietly dug out this account book from the cupboard in the afternoon.

The above record is the revenue record of Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore in August last year.

Last August, that’s when Matthew himself found the book from the bottom of the carton at Flourish Blossoms.

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