Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

After breakfast, Jerry took the bus to the Leaky Cauldron.

As soon as he entered the door, Jerry was stunned.

Different from the dirty and gloomy impression in his memory, it could be seen that the entire bar had been thoroughly cleaned in preparation for Christmas.

The corners are decorated with tall Christmas trees, mistletoes, and sparkling stars.There were balloons and streamers everywhere.

Old Tom stood in front of the counter dressed in Santa Claus clothes and gave every customer a big smile.

Although this smile is ugly.

But after seeing Jerry, his smile immediately froze on his face.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Yodel." Old Tom kept wiping cold sweat, "I haven't seen you for half a year, and you have become more handsome."

"Haha, you are really good at talking." Even though he knew it was just an ordinary compliment and he might have said it to everyone, Jerry still felt happy.

After passing through the bar and entering Diagon Alley through the backyard wall, Jerry found their stronghold according to the address given by Ivan.

Then, Jerry was shocked again——

The location is very remote, but Ivan seems to have bought several nearby shops and connected them into one.

The doors and windows were sealed tightly, and several trolls in full uniforms patrolled back and forth with a big stick on their shoulders.

"This……"

Jerry checked the address several times, and only after confirming that he had read it correctly, he bravely walked over.

The next moment, a giant monster stopped in front of him, mumbling something.

Jerry held his wand warily, lest this guy suddenly get mad and rush at him.

But then Jerry also discovered that this giant monster was different from the one he killed in school. Its head was slightly larger, changing from a potato to a watermelon. It felt less inconsistent when placed on that huge body. A lot.

"Uh... I'm looking for Ivan Greengrass." Jerry tried to communicate.

To his surprise, the troll seemed to understand what he said. He nodded first and then called a companion.

The two giant monsters communicated for a while, and then the one that was called swung away.

The previous one still stayed where it was, staring at Jerry with big eyes and small eyes, but it looked much kinder than before. Its eyes were rolling around, giving people a cunning feeling...

Jerry thought he was absolutely crazy for associating the words troll with cunning.

Just as he was thinking wildly, three people ran over panting.

Ivan, the fattest and weakest man, actually ran to the front this time. He looked at Jerry with tears in his eyes: "Master Yoder..."

"Don't call me Sir." Jerry suddenly felt uncomfortable, "Just call me Jerry."

"I understand, I understand." Ivan nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "Sir, you can rest assured that you are surrounded by your own people and will not attract the attention of those big shots above..."

"Shut up, Ivan!" Benson shouted from behind him, "Of course you have deep meaning when you say that. Just do what you say!"

You know a hammer!A hammer with deep meaning!

If Benson called him "sir" because he was scared before, it's understandable. Why did you, Ivan, come over to join in the fun?

Was this infected by the "Benson virus"?

Little did he know that Benson was already breaking out in a cold sweat.

He could clearly see that while Ivan was chattering nonsense, the adult's brows were already frowning impatiently. If he kept talking like this, he would definitely not be able to eat the juice.

It seems that the recent continuous good news has fueled Ivan's self-confidence, and he has even become arrogant, and he wants to teach the adult how to do things.

But what can I do?

As colleagues in the same project team, he and Ivan have already experienced both prosperity and loss.

If you do a good job, you will get a fifty-month year-end bonus, a Firebolt, and whatever you want.You've done a bad job, but you can't just submit a resignation letter to that adult and run away...

I had no choice but to try my best to make up for it for him.

When Ivan heard this, he immediately reacted, and his forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat.

"Sir... Sir Jerry, please come this way."

Ivan carefully led the way, while Benson reported the results of the past six months' work to Jerry. The wild dog still looked like he was not very smart before, and followed them honestly.

According to Benson, they have encountered many difficulties at work in the past six months, but under Jerry's guidance, Ivan and he gave full play to their subjective initiative, worked hard, overcame obstacles, and finally achieved certain achievements...

With that said, Benson first took Ivan to visit the war chess game they made.

Soldiers the size of fingers, armored vehicles the size of square boxes, star battleships the size of a book, spitting lasers and flames wantonly.

Ivan and Benson each commanded a fleet, beating the chessboard, which was almost the size of a pool table, into pits and thick smoke.

Jerry was stunned. The scene that he could only see through the screen before appeared in front of him so realistically that he couldn't recover for a while.

The system is indeed right, this guy Benson is a talent!

After demonstrating the battle mode with the most complex scenes and the largest number of soldiers, Benson also showed Jerry mission mode, adventure mode, free mode and other modes that can be played by one person, which made Jerry's hands feel itchy.After this kind of game is popularized and popularized, wizard chess and other games will be swept into the garbage heap...

Suddenly, Jerry thought of a very important question.

"How much does a set of these chess pieces cost?"

Benson and Ivan looked at each other: "A complete set of chess pieces includes 1000 space warriors, 200 ordinary wizards, 100 tanks... a legendary wizard, an interstellar mothership..."

Benson went through all the arms in detail, and finally said a number: "The total price is 1000 galleons. In battle mode, you can choose arms with up to 50 galleons."

"..."

Jerry slapped his forehead sharply.

A thousand Galleons, 90.00% of wizards can't even afford it if they pawned their pants.

Even the entry fee of 50 galleons is more than the budget of most families to buy toys.

Jerry suddenly thought that a certain 40k in the previous life not only represented the No. 40 millennium in the background story, but also represented the financial resources needed.

"What's the cost?"

Seeing that Jerry's face was not very good, Ivan's voice also trembled a little: "600 Galleons."

"..."

Well, the popular route is obviously dead, and this thing can only be sold to nouveau riche like the Malfoy family.

Like selling luxury goods if you don't open for half a year and only open for half a year?

This is obviously not what Jerry wants.

When he first made the request, he wrote whatever he thought of and did not consider cost control at all.

So Ivan and Benson fulfilled all his requests.

It's just that it's so good that it can't be sold.

As Party B, don’t you know how to bargain?

When Jerry was a coder, Party A would ask for whatever he wanted, and if he could make it, I would lose!

Isn’t it normal practice that there is a gap of several generations between PPT and actual results?

People in the magic world are honest!