Ding— Received 432 Galleons, 14 Sickles, and 25 Knuts.
After setting up an account at Gringotts, customers could obtain blank checks issued by the bank.
For each transaction, besides paying with cash, the buyer could also write a check, fill in the amount and sign it, allowing the seller to redeem it at Gringotts.
After all, wizards sometimes needed to make large transactions — you couldn’t expect them to count out hundreds or thousands of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts one by one.
That would be far too inelegant!
Since these wizard checks were bound by magical contracts, they were more secure and stable than Muggle checks.
When Elavin had followed Dumbledore to apply for financial aid at Gringotts, he had received a stack of blank checks.
Now, selling stolen goods to Old Burke involved a somewhat large sum, so he chose to pay by check, avoiding the need to carry a heavy bag of gold coins through the streets.
Just as he was leaving, Elavin stopped.
“Oh, right.
Do you have any new space pouches?” Old Burke quickly replied, “Yes, yes…” “Give me one.” “We have different models.
Which one would you like?” Borgin and Burkes really was a classic scam shop — selling such “officially prohibited items openly sold” out in the open.
When it came time to sell, Old Burke put on a vulgar, opportunistic merchant’s expression, as if someone had hit him with Obliviate and he’d completely erased what had just happened from his mind.
“I recommend this Mokeskin pouch.
Compared to other pouches, it has three advantages.
First, the interior space is larger.
Second, better privacy — only the owner can take things out.
Third, convenience — you can access items by thought.
Just think of what you want, and you’ll pull it out exactly, not something else.” “This thing is quite rare now.
There’s only one left in the entire shop.
If you want it, I’ll only charge 400…
ah, no, only 200 Galleons!” Elavin stared at him in silence for half a minute, fixing him with a calm, pressuring gaze, then finally said, “20 Galleons.” “Merlin’s beard!
You can’t do that!
No wizard would haggle like that!!” Old Burke shrieked instantly.
His cunning eyes turned as clear as the Thames.
The scream made the whole shop tremble, and several solid clumps of dust fell from the ceiling.
“180 Galleons, no lower!” “30 Galleons!” This kid wasn’t a wizard at all — he was a real demon in human form!
Old Burke gritted his teeth and made an extremely difficult decision.
“150 Galleons.
If you still won’t accept, then I can only say I’m sorry.” Elavin thought for a moment and decided to quit while he was ahead.
“Fine.
150 Galleons it is.” Ding— Paid 150 Galleons.
Putting the Mokeskin pouch close to his body, Elavin walked out of Borgin and Burkes and headed toward Diagon Alley.
Watching Elavin’s retreating figure, Old Burke fell into a long silence.
He had finally gotten rid of that terrifying presence and even made a decent sale, yet for some reason, he just couldn’t feel happy.
“I need to look into this kid — thoroughly!” ….
September 1st.
King’s Cross Station.
Elavin, ticket in hand, walked through the bustling crowds onto the platform.
His smooth, thick blond hair and handsome, youthful face drew many glances.
The closer he got to Platform Nine, the more people noticed him.
But the reason he drew attention wasn’t because he had anything special on him.
Quite the opposite — it was because he was empty-handed, carrying nothing at all, that he stood out.
After all, people taking the train were surely going somewhere far away, and when traveling far, you’d have bags and luggage — whether wizard or Muggle.
Who comes to take the train with nothing?
Yet Elavin was exactly that oddity.
What’s more, this oddity was a child without any adult accompanying him.
So, it didn’t take long before Elavin noticed a few police officers quietly following behind him.
Hmm…
Elavin didn’t trust police officers in Western countries, so he quietly pulled his wand from his sleeve and pointed it at himself.
“Confundus Charm!” The spell altered others’ perception of him, with a cold pressure in the air that subtly bent how his presence was interpreted.
Now, in the eyes of outsiders, there was nothing unusual about him at all.
Sure enough, the police officers soon left.
Also leaving were a few strange-looking middle-aged men who clearly stood out from the crowd.
Elavin immediately identified them.
“Those people…
must be Ministry of Magic staff stationed here.” “Got to say, the Confundus Charm is really useful.” Soon, he had located Platforms Nine and Ten.
At the same time, a large group of people came into his view.
First, a swarm of red-haired children.
Led by a plump middle-aged woman, each pushed a luggage cart toward the platform, chattering noisily — very eye-catching.
No need to guess — these were the Weasley children.
Looking past that family, Elavin’s gaze fell further away, where he saw a boy with short black hair and glasses, looking malnourished, his face full of confusion, constantly glancing around with curious eyes.
Finally appeared — Harry Potter.
“Hey, mate!” “Ahhh—!” Hearing a sudden voice beside him, Harry jumped.
As he turned around in panic, his glasses flew right off his nose.
Hedwig, in her cage, seemed startled too, flapping her wings violently.
“Whoa, careful!” Elavin reached out and caught the glasses just before they hit the ground.
Without his glasses, Harry’s vision went blurry.
Add to that being suddenly approached, his head was completely spinning.
Who was this person?
When had he appeared?
Why hadn’t Harry noticed him at all?!
“Relax, relax.
I’m not a bad guy,” Elavin chuckled.
Seeing how friendly Elavin was, Harry calmed down a bit.
“Thank you for catching my glasses.
Could you please give them back?” “Of course!” Elavin was about to hand them over when he noticed they seemed damaged.
He stopped.
Harry: “??” Under Harry’s stunned gaze, Elavin held the glasses in his left hand and stared at him in silence, fixing him with a calm, pressuring gaze.
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