Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

"Morning." Professor McGonagall said to an idle goblin: "Our freshmen this year need to exchange some Galleons here."

The goblin had a pair of glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. Hearing that, he pushed up the glasses and looked at Professor McGonagall.

"Ah... Minerva McGonagall." The goblin then swept over the Jeminis and nodded slightly: "I'm very happy to serve you, then, who will come first?"

"I would like to ask, what is the maximum exchange rate between British pounds and Galleons?" Jemini asked after thinking for a while.

"Up to five hundred Galleons per person per year, sir," said the goblin. "That's an amount that would give a Muggle-born wizard a pretty good life in the wizarding world, without disturbing the balance of the financial markets. But even so, it's not a small amount."

"Then please help me exchange five hundred Galleons directly. Although it's a little over budget, it's still not unacceptable." Jemini thought for a while, then took out a stack of bills from his arms and handed it to the goblin.

"Considerable wealth." The goblin's eyes lit up: "Considering your age, I think there should be many opportunities for us to meet in the future."

Soon, the exchange of five hundred Galleons was completed.

"It must be very inconvenient to carry such a large amount of money with you. Do you want to keep it with us?" The goblin asked politely.

"Is there any interest?"

"Of course there is."

"That still doesn't exist."

"???"

Whether there is interest or not does not matter to Jemini at all. It is most convenient to put the money in the space of the weapon store. Although as long as it is his wealth, it can be traded anywhere, but the money in the vault is the most convenient. The inexplicable disappearance of Qian may cause unrest.

Naturally, he could use this bug to hit Gringotts, but this kind of thing can only be done once, and if it is more, it will arouse the suspicion of the fairies.

As an arms dealer, the only goal pursued is money, and Gringotts is the oldest goblin bank in the world. For this petty profit, it is obviously more than worth the loss.

Unless you add money.

The five hundred Galleons were handed over to Jemini, and the goblin also gave Jemini a bag with a traceless stretch spell. Hope everyone can keep this dirty money relationship friendly.

Soon, the Finchleys and the Grangers also exchanged a lot of shiny gold Galleons, and the two exchanged a hundred Galleons each, which according to Professor McGonagall was enough The freshmen have purchased the necessary supplies for admission.

"Professor, can you please help me check this seamless stretch bag?"

As soon as he left Gringotts, Jemini stopped Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a while, and then smiled: "Of course, it seems that you don't trust those goblins, but that's right."

After taking the non-marking stretch bag handed by Jemini and checking it, after confirming that there is no additional magic or curse, Professor McGonagall returned the non-marking stretching bag to Jemini.

"No problem, this bag is also very functional, you can use it with confidence, Mr. Fox."

"Thank you very much, Professor."

On the side, Mr. Finchley looked at Jemini with admiration.

Whether in terms of appearance, behavior, or work, Jemini can be said to be the most brilliant boy he has ever seen.

Looking at his son again, Justin was staring at the chocolate sundaes in the hands of other children, Mr. Finchley hesitated for a few seconds, and finally suppressed the restless slap...

"Professor McGonagall, where are we going next?"

Mr. Granger asked, looking at Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and glanced at the three of Jemini with a little excitement: "As a wizard,

The most important thing, of course, is the wand in his hand, isn't it? "

It's a small, run-down store, and the gold sign on the store is almost peeling off, and it reads: Ollivander: Well-made wands since 382 BC.

In the dusty glass window, a wand stands alone on a faded purple cushion.

The inside of the store is quiet, as if it is not a store, but a library.

Stacks of long and narrow wooden boxes almost reached the roof, and the quiet environment gave people a very mysterious feeling.

"morning everyone."

A soft voice sounded, and behind the stacks of wooden boxes walked out an old man with silver-white hair. The old man's large light-colored eyes were like two bright moons in the dim shop.

"Long time no see, Mr. Ollivander."

"Ah... Minerva, long time no see, fir tree, dragon heartstring, that is a wand that is extremely good at transfiguration, the truth is..." The old man's eyes lit up and his voice was soft.

Professor McGonagall nodded, a little too lazy to pay attention to this old man who was full of wands. He would grumble every year when he saw himself.

"As you can see, I brought Mr. Fox, Miss Granger, and Mr. Finchley to buy their wands."

"Oh... it's almost this time." Ollivander's eyes swept across the faces of the three Jeminis: "I hope the wand I made can help you become an outstanding and great wizard."

He took out a long tape measure with a silver scale printed on it from his clothes pocket, measured the height and waist circumference and other data for the three of them respectively, and asked, "Which one is the dominant hand?"

The answer is the same, everyone is right-handed.

"In my shop, the vast majority of wand cores are made of unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers, and heart nerves of fire dragons. This is my experience over the years. These three substances are used to transmit magic. The best medium of all, which is the essence of these wands, each Ollivander wand is unique because no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are exactly the same."

"Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to other wizards, it will never have such good results. I hope several of you will remember one thing: it is the wand that chooses the wizard."

Ollivander rambled, took one out of the stacks of wooden boxes, took out a wand and handed it to Finlay.

"Willow, unicorn hair, eleven inches."

Finchley took the wand, puzzled.

Ollivander raised his chin: "Swipe."

call--

A gust of gentle wind blew through the room, and Ollivander nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that my vision is as accurate as ever."

When he got the wand, Justin was overjoyed and put the wand into the wooden box like a baby.

The figure of the old man walked through the fortress made of stacks of wooden boxes again, and soon, he took out another wand and sent it to Hermione.

"Walnut, dragon heartstring, twelve inches long, how about trying her?"

Hermione took the wand and waved it.

Snapped!

A crisp cracking sound resounded in the room, and a vase was smashed by the red light shot from the tip of the staff. The cracking sound startled everyone.

"It seems that the two of you don't get along very well." Ollivander retracted his wand in embarrassment and began to pick and choose among the stacks of wooden boxes.

"Try this? Grapevine wood, dragon heartstring, fourteen inches long."

Hermione took the wand and waved, and in an instant, the room was fragrant, and delicate flowers bloomed all over the room.

"Great, great." Ollivander's eyes flashed with excitement. "This wand is a perfect match for you."