MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-v2 Chapter 44 trade

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After September comes October, after October comes November, after November comes December...

Before everyone was paying attention, September had ended and October had come. The damp chill permeated the grounds and infiltrated the castle, and a sudden outbreak of colds among the staff and students made Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, in a hurry. Her refresher had immediate effects, but anyone who drank it would experience smoke in their ears for hours on end.

So in Slytherin, Ask's cold medicine sold out of stock in just one day. For rich kids, it's worth paying a paltry sum of money to buy a bottle of cold medicine that tastes okay, and watch the other hapless people with their ears smoking.

"Well, this is the last bottle."

Asker put the last bottle of cold medicine he had stored on the table, and Draco took out a money bag from his pocket and threw it to Asker without even looking at it. After weighing the purse, Asker took the money with satisfaction, and Draco was also collecting cold medicine. He bought 30 copies this time, enough for him to drink for a year.

"Where did you get so many cold medicines?"

Draco asked curiously. As far as he knew, Asker sold 120 bottles of cold medicine. Except for the pharmacy and the hospital, who would store so many cold medicines?

"Of course I bought it. Diagon Alley has wholesale of this stuff. Last week, I read the weather forecast that it was cold and rainy this week. I figured that the cold medicine would come in handy, so I wrote to Diagon Alley. Ordered some...three nuts a bottle."

Draco was speechless: "...but the price you sold us was two siko."

Asker shrugged. He grabbed a book, wrote and drew on it with a pen, and calculated today's earnings. One hundred and twenty bottles of cold medicine, the profit of each bottle is 26 nat, adding up to 3120 nat, about 107 sico, and a little more than 6 gallons.

When he casually dropped the pen, Asker was a little depressed. He only earned 6 Galleons in one day. He just touched a person's wallet in Diagon Alley that day and earned more than 30 Galleons.

"By the way, what are you going to do with this cold medicine?" Ask asked.

"The weather has been bad recently, and many people in the team have caught a cold, so I bought some cold medicine for them."

"That's it, but they have basically bought them from me, and there are several bottles in hand." Ask reminded kindly, but his profiteer's face was quickly exposed, "By the way, you and I have already cleared the money and goods. It's impossible to return anything, but you can sell me the cold medicine at a discount."

Draco was speechless: "..."

"By the way, your family is quite rich, and you actually gave the hospital team a Nimbus 2001." Speaking of this, Ask's saliva was about to flow out, "If I knew I was also in the hospital team, I would still be able to. Mix up a Nimbus 2001."

Draco scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "It's nothing, just a few Nimbus 2001s. If you want, I can give you one too."

Asker shook his head, he was just talking, but for Draco's generosity, he could only sigh with emotion: "Haha, rich and self-willed."

Slytherin's common room is in the basement of Hogwarts, and directly above it is actually the lake of Hogwarts. Going out in this ghost weather is also a crime, so most students choose to huddle on the sofa, bake on the fireplace, or chat or play some games.

Asker reclined on a couch, where four or five people could sit, but the other students would rather squeeze a little and no one would sit here. Ask is also happy to be quiet. He occupies a sofa by himself, sits whenever he wants, sleeps whenever he wants, how comfortable he is.

However, such free days did not last long.

Squinting and resting, Ask suddenly felt the sofa move and opened his eyes. The Slytherin prefect was sitting beside him, looking down at him expressionlessly.

"Cough, I'll go first."

Draco sold Asker dishonestly, and trotted away with the cold medicine he had packed. Before leaving, he threw a "self-sufficient blessing" smirk to Ask.

"Cut, coward."

Asker watched Draco leave with contempt, then watched the other students leave one by one with a blank expression. Not only Draco, but after seeing Gemma appear, the students in the entire common room left here consciously, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

Asker twisted his neck, and now he and Gemma are the only people left in the common room.

"Is something wrong?" Ask asked lazily, the twisted figure was like an invertebrate, but he seemed to feel very comfortable.

Gemma glanced at Ask, she opened the small book in her hand, and said as if she was studying: "If you put medicine in the meal, it will cause a large-scale cold in the students, and then stand up and take the opportunity to sell cold medicine, you are not afraid of being fired. ?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Don't wrong me when you put medicine in the meal or something." Asker smiled, his pride was evident. It was obvious that what Gemma said was right. "Don't forget, I am also a victim of a cold. I will be very sad if you slander me like this."

Gemma stared at Ask and said seriously, "You are shameless."

"Thank you for the compliment."

What was written in the notebook, Gemma asked, "Is there a price for your shamelessness?"

Asker blinked, "What do you mean?"

Gemma said lightly: "There are some things I don't want to do, but this one has to be done... You know what I mean?"

"don't know."

"It's fine if you don't understand, I'll find someone else."

Gemma closed the book, stood up and prepared to leave. Asker pushed his glasses, looked at her back and asked, "Is that important?"

Gemma stopped and said without looking back: "It's not worth a Nat to you..." You don't need to say the following words. If this matter is not important, Gemma wouldn't come to Ask Ask. .

"Ask a question, why did you choose me?" Ask rubbed his face and said with a smile, "I should be the person you hate the most at Hogwarts, why did you choose me?"

"Because you are the most likely to succeed."

"How can you see it?"

"Because you are shameless."

Asker twisted, changed from sleeping position to sitting position, grabbed the cold tea on the table and took a sip, he said with some dissatisfaction: "Do you have an attitude of asking others?"

Gemma turned around and said coldly, "I'm not begging you, this is just a deal."

"Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"

"This year's Academy Cup can only be Slytherin's!"

Speaking of the Academy Cup, Gemma's face was gloomy. She was overturned by Gryffindor at the end last year, and Slytherin's becoming a laughing stock has always been a thorn in her heart. Although this school year has only just begun, and although Slytherin is currently leading the way, Ke Jiama is still haunted by what happened last year.

Asker touched his chin, he understood what Jamma wanted him to do. This year is Gemma's sixth year at Hogwarts. Next year, most prefects will choose to step down because of preparing for the ultimate wizarding rank exam, the so-called N.E.W.T exam. In this way, this year is Gemma's last year as a prefect. Last year was the first year, but he lost Slytherin's Academy Cup for many years. It seems that Gemma does not intend to let what happened last year happen again this year.

"Then you really found the right person." Ask smiled, "causing trouble for Gryffindor? That's what I'm best at."

"If it's that simple, I don't need to look for you at all." Jiama snorted coldly, "I just need you to deal with one person."

"Harry Potter?"

Jiama didn't say yes or no, she continued on her own: "This person is too uncertain, because his identity is too sensitive, only you can deal with him without any scruples. If you can solve him, There will be no more suspense in this year's Academy Cup."

Nodding lightly, Asker said, "That's true, but, what are you going to use as a reward?"

"300 Galleons."

Gemma's shot is quite generous. 300 Galleons is about 1,500 pounds, which is already an exciting price. However, Asker is not very short of money now, so with only 300 Galleons, he still has no motivation.

"Aren't you born with a golden key of value other than money?" Ask said mockingly, he leaned back and returned to the languid stance he had just started, "Do you think that Am I a greedy person?"

"Isn't it?" Gemma asked back ~www.novelbuddy.com~ Money is meaningful only when I need it, otherwise it's just numbers. "Asker took a Galleon out of his pocket. "Unfortunately, I don't need money right now." "

"I can add another 200 Galleons, if..."

Gemma said calmly, but Ask shook his head to interrupt her, "I said, I'm not short of money now. If you can't come up with a reward that will make my heart move, you can find someone else."

"..."

Gemma was silent. She frowned and her expression was serious, as if something difficult to decide was bothering her. The hand that was holding the small book was so tight that the small book was deformed. Recalling all the information she knew about Ask, Gemma hesitated for a long time, and finally said somewhat uncertainly: "Perhaps, I can help you apply for a visit to Azkaban, if this..."

"make a deal!"

Asker bounced off the sofa like a spring. Perhaps this condition really made him overexcited. He even ran over and hugged Gemma and gave her a heavy kiss on the face.

"..."

The small book in Jiama's hand fell to the ground. She opened her eyes wide and looked at Asker in disbelief with complicated eyes. She quickly calmed down, bent down and picked up the small book, made a silent threat to Ask with her eyes fiercely, and hurriedly left the common room.

"Tsk tsk, she is shy..."

Asker touched his lips with his fingers and said with a mean smile.