Hogwarts School of the Dark Arts

Xavier's words left Ron speechless. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find an entry point to refute.

Depressed, Ron had no choice but to turn his depression into appetite and gulp down the food.

"Did Professor Trelawney predict anything after we left?" Xavier asked.

"Yes, she predicted that I would die, saying there would be a black dog or something." Harry absentmindedly picked at the food on the plate, as if he had no appetite.

"Just listen to the results of the prophecy. If the prophecy is so accurate and simple, as simple as a cup of tea leaves can predict life and death, then the wizarding world will not be like that caused by Voldemort."

Harry nodded, but his mood didn't seem to improve much.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall gave Harry a shot in the arm during the Transfiguration class in the afternoon.

It turns out that Professor Trelawney predicts the death of a student every year, but never once is it accurate.

Professor McGonagall even joked that if Harry really died, then she promised that he would not have to hand in his homework.

This joke successfully made Harry smile. It seemed that the attraction of not handing in homework was still very strong for Harry.

After class, Xavier and Hermione went to find Professor McGonagall and explained to Professor McGonagall that they wanted to change their course selection.

Today, Professor McGonagall was surprisingly easy to talk to. Not only did she readily agree to their request to change classes, but she even complained about the Divination class.

"To tell you the truth, I am the least patient about divination classes. Divination is one of the most inaccurate subjects in magic... It can even be said to be the only one. It relies almost entirely on talent without any traces. However, there are very few wizards who can truly see the future, and it may even take hundreds of years for one to appear. As for Professor Trelawney..."

Professor McGonagall sighed, shook her head and did not continue, but everything was left unsaid.

It can be seen that Professor McGonagall does not have a high opinion of Professor Trelawney.

"So which course do you want to take instead? You should know that you have to take at least one course." Professor McGonagall asked, changing the subject.

Hogwarts offers a total of four elective courses in the third grade, namely Divination, Arithmetic Divination, Ancient Rune Studies, and Care of Magical Creatures. At least one must be taken as an elective.

It is said that there will be more elective courses in fifth grade, but the minimum limit will also be increased to two.

"I want to change it to arithmetic divination. Although it is also divination, I feel that the divination in this course will be more accurate." Hermione said.

Professor McGonagall nodded: "Of course, what about you, Mr. Owen?"

"Me?" Xavier thought for a moment: "I'll take the Muggle Studies class instead."

"Muggle Studies?" Professor McGonagall frowned slightly: "With all due respect, Mr. Owen, Professor Bubbaji, who is in charge of Muggle Studies, probably doesn't know Muggles as well as you do. It's hard for you to learn in this class." I learned something useful... This course can be said to be specially opened to young wizards who don’t understand Muggles.”

"I understand, Professor McGonagall." Xavier nodded: "But Professor Boubaji must understand Muggles in the eyes of wizards better than I do, and I am very interested in this."

Professor McGonagall nodded: "That's good, I will inform them. I believe they will welcome you."

After settling the issue of elective courses for this school year, Xavier and Hermione separated.

Unlike Xavier, she also took Care of Magical Creatures as an elective, which Xavier had no interest in.

Xavier has no interest at all in protecting magical creatures, but he is very interested in eating magical creatures.

Unfortunately, Xavier's interest in this area is destined to not be satisfied in the class of the new Care of Magical Creatures professor Hagrid. He is a man who can call an eight-eyed spider a cutie and smile like a maniac.

Besides, it is the most basic respect not to eat protected animals in front of animal rights activists.

Of course, except for the extreme animal protection of going to someone else's house and not letting them eat, respect is always mutual.

When he thought of eating magical creatures, Xavier suddenly thought that he had not eaten dragon meat yet, so he must look back...

"Why are you looking back? You can buy dragon meat directly. Why don't I buy some now and learn how to cook it?!"

Xavier slapped his head and disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he was already in a small alley in Diagon Alley.

After all, Apparition is a magic controlled by the Ministry of Magic. In theory, it is prohibited from being used by wizards under the age of 17. Xavier also needs to keep a low profile in Diagon Alley.

There is a difference between using it secretly and working openly and openly with the Ministry of Magic.

All the way to Slug & Giggs Pharmacy, this store specializes in selling all kinds of potion ingredients. If dragon meat is sold anywhere, this is the most likely place.

As soon as he entered the door, the store manager was stunned for a moment when he saw Xavier.

"It's really strange. Hogwarts should have started school already. Have you forgotten the school start time?" the store manager asked curiously.

"No, I'm here to buy something. Do you have dragon meat?" Xavier asked.

"The ordinary Welsh Green Dragon has some meat, but not the rest... This kind of thing is not easy to sell... Do you want to buy it to feed the owls? Remember to cook it longer, otherwise the owls may not be able to digest it."

As the store manager spoke, he walked to a shelf and took down a bottle from the shelf. Inside was a dozen things that looked like dead branches.

"Dried meat? Is there any fresh one?" Xavier asked after taking the bottle and looking at it.

The store manager shook his head: "There are no fresh ones at the moment, but I am going to buy a batch of dragon skins and livers next week. If you are willing to pay a deposit, I can help you buy some."

It seems that not many people in the wizarding world eat dragon meat, and maybe no one eats it at all.

Thinking of this, Xavier suddenly felt excited. Maybe he could become a pioneer and set off another wave.

"Okay, what's the price?" Xavier asked.

"The price..." the store manager scratched the top of his precarious head: "One pound of dragon meat jerky requires three pounds of fresh meat, so it only costs one-third of the price of dragon meat jerky."

In terms of selling by the pound, it seems that the price will not be very expensive.

Just as Xavier thought, the store manager quickly announced the price: fresh dragon meat costs 8 silver sickles per pound, and all dragon meat is at this price.

Compared to dragon blood and dragon liver, which are sold in ounces and cost up to seven galleons per ounce and are priceless on the market, dragon meat is simply extremely cheap.

But think about it, the average weight of adult dragons of all species is between two and three tons, and the most conservative estimate is 2000kg.

One pound is equivalent to 0.45kg, which means that an adult dragon can conservatively produce 4444 pounds of meat, totaling more than 2000 galleons.

"It doesn't seem expensive." Xavier touched his chin.

"Of course." The store manager immediately nodded in agreement: "Dragon meat can also be used as feed. It has no extra value at all, so it will naturally not be expensive."

"Okay, I'll order two hundred pounds first. There is no limit on the type of dragon."