“I will go over there and take a look.
Do not be shy.
Look around by yourself.
If there is anything you like, buy some and take it back.
This is also a good opportunity to train yourself.” Professor McGonagall encourages Rayleigh with a wink, signaling that he can take his time choosing.
Rayleigh watches Professor McGonagall’s disappearing back and looks at Gringotts in the distance with black smoke rising from it.
‘That should be Quirrell blowing open the underground vault of Gringotts.’ Rayleigh grips his wand, and a great sense of insecurity rises in his heart.
After Harry Potter starts school, Voldemort seems to be awakened by him and begins causing all kinds of trouble.
First year is still all right.
In most cases, Dumbledore can still monitor it.
But starting from second year, Mr.
Savior increasingly lets himself run wild.
Rayleigh remembers that in the later plot, young wizards even die.
He is not Harry, so Dumbledore naturally will not watch over him.
He cannot, and will not, rely on others to provide him with safety.
Looking at his 2.3 magic power, Rayleigh takes a deep breath: ‘I hope I can find something to strengthen magic power.’
“Young man, although Professor McGonagall said that, I believe you will use these things in the future.
For example, these old wands!” Elvin hands over the pen holder and whispers in Rayleigh’s ear: “Think about it.
Your wand will be monitored by the Ministry of Magic.
An old wand, only 1 Galleon.
You can practice spells whenever you want.
How wonderful!”
“By the time you get to Hogwarts, while other young wizards have not yet mastered spells, you will already be able to cast them perfectly.” Elvin nags tirelessly.
“The professors will give your house points, and your Head of House will definitely be proud of you.
By then, you will definitely be called a genius, and even the young witches will admire you.”
“Mr.
Elvin, I can cast spells without a wand too.
Lumos.” Rayleigh waves his finger, and a bit of light appears in front of Elvin.
Elvin hurriedly rubs his eyes and confirms once again that he is not seeing things: “You are really only eleven?”
“Is wandless casting very hard?”
Rayleigh looks at Elvin with innocent big eyes.
Elvin sighs and has no words to answer: “Wandless casting is an advanced technique.
By rights, one only starts learning it in third year.”
“No wonder Professor McGonagall personally brought you to Diagon Alley.
I have not seen her bring a new student shopping in many years.” Elvin looks as if he has suffered a major blow and praises Rayleigh’s talent in a weak, lifeless voice.
“I only practice occasionally.
There is still a lot I need to learn.” Rayleigh smiles modestly.
The smile lands in Elvin’s eyes and makes him even more irritated.
“Mr.
Elvin, may I go look by myself?”
“Go on, go on.
He has already been angered by Rayleigh’s Versailles-like behavior.
Although Rayleigh’s talent is good, several years of imprisoned life in Azkaban have caused him countless visible and hidden injuries.
On the bookshelf, he finds a book studying the growth of magic power.
The title is [The Internal Laws of the Natural Growth of Magic Power].
According to the author’s research, an eleven-year-old young wizard’s magic power is roughly around 5 points.
‘I am only 2.3.
Half my magic power is gone…’ A cold light flashes in Rayleigh’s eyes.
He will absolutely never let the Dementors of Azkaban off, including Barty Crouch Sr.
Fortunately, he has a talent others cannot compare with.
Through constant practice, he can raise spell levels without limit.
Given enough time, even Aguamenti could flood an entire planet.
Let alone the fact that he can also use the simulation ability to spy on futures related to himself.
‘I remember Ginny got Voldemort’s Horcrux in a bookstore.’ Rayleigh looks at the entire bookshelf of secondhand books, pulling one out from time to time to flip through it.
He does not remember all the plot of Harry Potter clearly.
For example, Tom’s diary is actually in Malfoy’s hands, not in this shop.
After looking around, Rayleigh does not find it: ‘It seems I remembered wrong.’
He shrugs.
He does not absolutely have to have Tom’s Horcrux.
It is just that with young Voldemort’s help, he could speed up his learning progress.
“Mr.
Elvin, see how much these are worth.” Rayleigh has made a round and mainly collected books on Potions and Ancient Runes.
Potions are for increasing his magic power, while Runes are for investigating the ancient magic that suddenly disappeared from this world.
He also wants to find some books on spells to expand his abilities, but his magic power is truly too little.
Rather than being broad but shallow, it is better to master one trick and use it everywhere.
He heard his mother say that his father was only good at Lumos, but could still use it to block Barty Sr.
“Young man, do you not want to find some spell books?
I have here…”
“[The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1] and [A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration] are already enough.” Rayleigh hurriedly blocks Elvin’s chattering mouth.
These two first-year textbooks are enough for his study before school starts.
Elvin looks at the books Rayleigh selected and silently calculates the prices in his heart: ‘This copy of [Advanced Potion-Making] is already very old.
It has been used for at least 10 years.
My purchase price was 3 Sickles.
Selling it directly for 5 Sickles will definitely make enough profit.
Charging a little more is not excessive.’
‘The quality of [One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi] is still pretty good.
Giving 8 Sickles should be appropriate.
Not too cheap, and not too expensive, right.
Yes, 8 Sickles!
This price makes back the cost and still leaves surplus profit.’
‘[Ancient Runes Made Easy] is too niche a book.
Basically no one will ask about it.
I bought it for 1 Sickle.
I will directly set the price high.
How about 3 Sickles? This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Anyway, he definitely does not know the market.
Whatever I say, he has to accept!’
‘I remember [A Collection of Ancient Spells] cost me 4 Sickles at the time.
Now if I raise the price and sell it to him for 7 Sickles, that is absolutely reasonable.
I am already very conscientious!’
Elvin thinks while quoting the prices he has calculated.
“These books were all found by me from various places.
They are already very rare on the market.
For example, this copy of [A Study of Runic Scripts] is a rare book that even the Hogwarts library does not have…”
“Mr.
Elvin, including all the first-year textbooks and these stationery items, give me a specific price.”
“All right, all right!” Hearing Rayleigh’s request, Elvin clears his throat: “You found 10 books in total.
They are all very scarce premium books.
For Professor McGonagall’s sake, I will give you a discount.”
“Their individual prices are between 5 and 10 Sickles.
I will uniformly count them as 5 Sickles, so 50 Sickles in total.”
“Eight first-year textbooks, plus quills, parchment, ink, and other stationery, 25 Sickles in total.”
“Also, the cauldron you want is a complete series, including crystal, copper, and tin materials.
I will count it as 30 Sickles.
The glass potion bottle set is 2 Sickles.
A brass scale set is 10 Sickles, and the telescope is also 20 Sickles.”
“So added together, the total is 137 Sickles.
With so many things, you definitely cannot carry them all.
I will specially sell you a backpack enchanted with a Permanent Undetectable Extension Charm.
I will count it as 15 Sickles.
Round it off to a total of 150 Sickles.” Elvin quotes a price that seems discounted but is actually favorable to himself, wanting Rayleigh to believe it is real and agree to buy.
“You know the exchange rate of wizarding currency, right?”
“I know.
1 Galleon is 17 Sickles, and one Sickle is 29 Knuts.”
“Mm, correct!
So 150 Sickles is equivalent to 8 Galleons and 14 Sickles.”
“Mr.
Elvin, your price is completely insincere.” Rayleigh shakes his head and points at the pile of old books he pulled out: “These books are all bottom-of-the-box stock.
Each one is at most 1 Sickle.
If you do not agree, I can just wait until school starts and look in the school library.”
“Impossible!” Elvin looks like a mouse whose tail has been stepped on.
He points at the top copy of [Advanced Potion-Making] and immediately objects loudly: “A brand-new copy of this book costs 9 Galleons!”
“All right, then put it back.” Rayleigh casually sets it aside, without the slightest hesitation in his eyes.
“Wait!” Seeing this, Elvin hurriedly calls out to stop him.
He knows the buyer group for this kind of advanced Potions book is very small, and selling it is very difficult.