Chapter 110 Vika and Villita

However, after completing his shopping and returning to the seventh arrondissement, Wright suddenly realized a very important problem, that is, after this afternoon, less than half of the francs he had exchanged before arriving in Paris from London were left! This forced Wright to seriously think about another problem, that is, after all these francs were spent, he would become poor again.

Although he held the magic stone given by Nicoléme in his hand, at that time Wright thought that he would be freed from the word poverty and embark on the path of a rich man who could do whatever he wanted if he had money. But I didn’t expect that I was still too young and happy too early.

Judging from what I learned in the bank today, the buying and selling of gold is not a problem, but the problem is that in this period of time in the 1990s, the trading of physical gold has been completely and strictly regulated. Almost every bank, except for the gold bars issued by themselves, basically does not accept non-souvenir gold bars anywhere. Small pieces of gold jewelry are too troublesome to operate and the price is not high. The gold transformed from the magic stone is basically the kind that comes in large chunks.

So this has led to a very funny situation, that is, Wright now has a golden mountain, but cannot realize it on a large scale.

The only news that made Wright feel slightly relieved was that this was only for the ordinary world. In the wizarding world, gold trading is quite popular, especially the goblins, the founders of Gringotts, a global monopoly financial organization, who are enthusiastic gold pursuers.

After thinking about it, Wright felt that if he wanted to use the magic stone to obtain a lot of wealth, it was still not suitable for operating in the world of ordinary people. In this era, it is really unreliable to sell a large amount of gold alone!

But all this can wait until the summer vacation is about to end. Wright touched the pocket of his new pants. The money in the wallet should be enough for the rest of his life in Paris.

Walking into the door of the building where he lived, walking through a long old corridor, Wright climbed up a staircase that creaked when he stepped on it. At the corner of the second floor, he saw two people huddled in the corner whispering. Talking girl.

The girl on the left has short dark brown hair that reaches her ears and wears a simple pink checkered shirt on her upper body, but the shirt is too wide for her petite figure. The sleeves were short, revealing a section of fair skin. The dark trousers cling tightly to her slender legs, full of girlish vitality.

The girl on the right has fluffy pale golden hair that reaches her waist. She wears a somewhat old floral long-sleeved shirt, and the hem of the shirt is artificially tucked into her lower body. In that pair of dark blue jeans. Her outfit looks a bit older than the one on the left, but her delicate face adds a lot of points to her.

Wright recognized the two residents as the residents upstairs and downstairs respectively. The one with short hair on the left should be the daughter of a dentist and a cartoonist, while the one with long hair on the right lived with the old woman with handicapped legs. of.

Seeing Wright approaching, the two girls immediately stopped communicating. The girl with short hair looked at him with a slightly curious look, while the one with long hair tried to avoid eye contact with Wright.

Wright nodded slightly towards the two of them, and then prepared to leave immediately.

Just as Wright passed by the two girls, the one with short hair suddenly spoke: "Hi! Are you new here? Why have I never met you here before?"

The girl with long hair gently tugged on the girl with short hair's clothes, indicating that she should continue to keep quiet at this time.

"Yes, we just moved here this month." Wright stopped, turned around and said to the short-haired girl.

"Living with your parents?" the short-haired girl asked again, her beautiful brown-green eyes looking curiously at Wright's clothes.

Although she has not bought one, the short-haired girl has learned some knowledge about clothing from her maternal great-grandmother. She could tell that the clothes on the big boy she met for the first time were expensive. They were the kind of clothes that only people who didn't live here would buy and wear.

The long-haired girl pulled more urgently, but still did not speak. It was obvious that she was dissatisfied with the short-haired girl's reckless behavior, but she didn't know how to deal with it.

"No, alone." Wright replied briefly, hoping that his cold attitude could dissuade the short-haired girl.

However, it was obvious that Wright's cold attitude did not achieve the expected effect. Instead, the short-haired girl's eyes suddenly lit up.

"That's great! I..." Just as the short-haired girl was about to continue speaking, the long-haired girl who had been watching her suddenly spoke.

"Wika!" She said neatly, her voice full of undeniable charm.

"What's wrong? Villita?" Wika turned her head in confusion and looked at her good friend.

Villita didn't speak, just shook her head silently.

Wika understood, turned back to Wright and said, "Goodbye! Handsome guy."

After finishing speaking, Wika secretly smiled at Wright.

Wright breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to the two of them and left immediately.

To be honest, Wright couldn't understand why two such beautiful girls suddenly appeared in such a place. To be honest, if it weren't for staying with Chang Chu for a long time, he would definitely stop and say a few more words.

What's more, the appearance of the students in Hogwarts is really... hard to describe in words.

In the entire school, looking at the seven grades, the only good-looking girls are Chang Chu, Penelo, and Hermione. The other girls are really hard to describe, and none of them are good-looking... How can I say it is appropriate? It should be said that it is very consistent with the image of witches in fairy tales. Of course, it is also very possible that it is just because they are not good at dressing up.

With the receding sound of the soles of his shoes hitting the ground, Wright's back gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Villita breathed a sigh of relief and then let go of her fingers that had been holding Wika's clothes.

"Vilita, what's wrong? Just now?" Wika asked Wilita, her tone full of teasing charm, "You still can't see boys?"

"It's nothing." Villita said softly, "Let's go back to the original topic."

"Then did your mother agree?" Wika immediately returned to the original topic. She knew very well the character of her friend. Although she looked soft and weak on the outside, she was actually very decisive in her heart.

"No, in fact I rarely even see my mother's face." Villita shook her head, "But she came here today."

"Then what?"

"Then she left and I didn't even say a word to her."