Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

The Hufflepuff felt like her heart had stopped beating now.

After living in Diagon Alley for a summer vacation, she also had a clearer understanding of the prices in the modern magical world. Now that she learned that the cup she had sold for two hundred galleons had been resold for three thousand galleons, she felt breathless.

Compared with the bold Godric, Rowena who does not fulfill his duties, and Salazar who is rich and powerful, Helga Hufflepuff is more diligent and thrifty, so it is more difficult for her to accept that she was deceived by the merchant. fact.

She was already calculating how long the lost money would last for Hogwarts.

After calculating his losses, Hufflepuff became even more angry: this money was enough to maintain the normal operation of the school for a month and a half!

Unlike the later Hogwarts principals, the four founders have always been very cautious in running the school. There is no way, the road is bleak, and the hardships of starting a business can only be understood by them.

"I'm going to settle the score with that guy!" Hufflepuff didn't even bother to eat the ice cream, he only wanted to go to Borgin to argue.

Although the unspoken rule in this industry is that once the transaction is done, there will be no further pursuit, but Hufflepuff obviously cannot apply this set of rules.

"The price is only three thousand!" Seeing his old friend's tendency to break the defense, Les quickly comforted him: "The Greengrass family didn't place an order in the end."

"Oh, I didn't buy it..." After knowing that the set of cups was not sold, Hufflepuff's mood suddenly stabilized: If it was not sold, what is the difference between three thousand and three hundred?

Of course there is a difference. The price might be three hundred and it might be sold, but Hufflepuff can only comfort herself in this way. Otherwise, what else can be done? Beating Bo Jin violently didn't help matters.

Hufflepuff smiled and said: "Let me tell you, how could anyone buy those three broken cups with three thousand galleons."

Les:…

Don't tell me, maybe it is true. The wealth of many pure-blood families does not match their IQ. And the most important thing is that there is nothing wrong with those three cups...

"Looking at it from another perspective, this is why modern wizards pursue us!" Les tried his best to comfort Helga.

Helga was silent for a moment and secretly made a decision.

Seeing that Hufflepuff's mood had stabilized, Les parted with her with relief and enjoyed the ice cream she bought for him.

The next day, Les arrived at Platform 9 of King's Cross Station on time.

The platform was crowded as usual, and Les noticed Percy from the Weasley family chatting with a pretty girl with long curly hair. Percy's face was flushed, and the Head Boy badge on his chest was shining.

Les raised his eyebrows: Adolescent little wizards are indeed like this.

Squeezing into the train along with the crowd, Les took a lot of effort to find an empty compartment. Just as he was placing his luggage, Daphne and Astoria appeared.

"It took me a while to make the ice cream at home - luckily you found an empty box, otherwise you would have been crowded in a carriage with other people." Daphne placed a steaming box on the small table of the train superior.

"Oh?" Hearing that it was homemade ice cream, Les immediately became interested.

"Pure milk, only some sugar and raisins added." Daphne proudly introduced her homemade ice cream to Les.

Les took a sip and found that it tasted pretty good.

At this time, there was a noise in the adjacent box. From the sound, it was Malfoy showing off with others.

"Is it really a relic left by the founder?!"

"Of course, my father spent more than three thousand galleons to buy it. Let me show you -"

“It really turned into wine!!!”

The faces of everyone in the box became a little strange: Mr. Bojin finally sold them, and the price actually increased a bit...

All I can say is that some people know how to do business.

But what Les didn't know was that Lucius Malfoy didn't pay all of the more than three thousand galleons in cash. He took a few collectibles from home to deduct part of the price.

When the train was about to leave, a Neville appeared at the door of the compartment holding his toad.

"It's almost full outside, you guys here-"

"Come in, there happens to be room here." Les moved inside to make space for Neville.

The train started.

Les chatted with Neville intentionally or unintentionally. While chatting, he learned that Neville's toad was named "Lif" and was a gift from his uncle.

"Even though it looks ugly, Leif is actually very well-behaved. He only occasionally tries to escape."

Les smiled: This is normal. Because Neville's way of getting along with his toads is actually wrong. Orthodox wizards will not really keep toads as pets, but will use them for potions or spell experiments.

Toads can also be used as a medium for curses. After a series of spells and rituals, the wizard will create a mystical connection between the toad and the cursed person. At that time, as long as the toad is given the name of the cursed person, the wizard can execute the curse.

So Leif has been trying to escape from Neville. It is most likely that his spirituality is warning him, right? After all, most toads cannot die well at the hands of wizards.

However, seeing that Neville had no intention of doing so, Les did not tell him the cruel truth. Instead, he gave him a bottle of Scabbers's same magic potion to make his toad calmer.

In the afternoon, it started to rain outside the car. As the sun sets and the rain intensifies, the lights in the hallways and luggage racks come on.

Looking at these lights, Les recalled the shock he felt when he first stepped into Hogwarts as Les.

I wonder what Helga is thinking now? She is probably very new to all this, right? No, she has seen airplanes, so she shouldn’t be too emotional...

Les's mind was wandering. When he turned his attention back to the car, he found that the train was slowing down and the window had turned into ink-like black.

He narrowed his eyes: Something's not right. Today's bus seems to arrive a little earlier than before?

Les raised his head, and the strange feeling in his heart became more and more obvious.

bump! The train suddenly trembled and stopped, followed by the sound of luggage falling from the rack, and then all the lights went out.

The carriage suddenly fell into darkness.

"What's going on? Is it a car fault?" Daphne's voice sounded from beside her.

"No." Les conjured up several flames and dispersed the darkness.

Against the backdrop of the faint blue firelight, his face looked gloomy and uncertain.

"The train was stopped."

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Update, the next update will be tomorrow morning or noon or evening~

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