Chapter 52 The Weasleys Short on Money
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Vincent didn't know exactly how rich the Malfoy family was.
But he knew that the list he and Mag made would definitely cause the family to bleed.
Just last year's top sweeping six stars, there were thirty of them.
There are countless precious herbs, alchemy props, rare materials, etc.
"Professor, is this too much?"
"Indeed, I will discuss it with Professor Dumbledore."
Mag folded the parchment that was almost full in his hand, "Vincent, you have the right to use these things first."
Even if there is only a small half left in the end, this batch of things is worth [-] to [-] Galleons.
Just thinking about it, Vincent, who had suddenly become rich, felt that old Malfoy, who compensated thousands of Galleons, was very stingy.
After opening the layout, he really didn't look down on this small amount of money.
For the sake of teaching at Hogwarts, it is worth sacrificing some small personal interests.
Mainly to cheat the Malfoy family...
Mag watched Vincent's leaving back, but suddenly smiled and opened the drawer.
Inside is a scaled-down full set of the Silver Knight's armor.
How could she not know about such a big thing.
"He's such an interesting kid..."
She also had suspicions, but also no evidence.
Night tour, which student has never done it.
There are tens of thousands of school rules, and the first one is not to be discovered.
She closed the drawer, took the parchment and walked out of the office.
……
……
With a bright smile, Vincent even walked lightly.
This school is so happy that no one can ruin it.
It's time for the person who can't even say his name to make a good calculation.
The back of Quirrell's head cannot be treated kindly.
He spent time in the school library until dinner.
But this complete plan cannot be implemented now.
"Forbidden Forest..."
It is easy to sneak out of the castle, but it is difficult to sneak out of the dormitory.
"Cuckoo fly!"
After roaring in the empty corridor, Goo Goo, who seemed to become more mellow, flew in from the window.
"Go to my house, I have to ask my dad for some small equipment."
"Cuckoo!"
"make a deal!"
next morning.
The students at Hogwarts were all amazed that a plump owl managed to snatch the firm silver-white suitcase before the other three owls dispatched it.
"pat-"
As soon as it flapped its little wings twice, it fell straight on the marble floor.
Vincent, who didn't shy away from hundreds of pairs of eyes, walked over and picked up Gu Gu and the suitcase.
Many students were taken aback by his ignorant performance.
A very small number of people knew that this person had fallen ill again.
"Want to see?"
Several little lions nodded.
"Sorry, this is personal privacy."
Vincent sat down mysteriously, ignoring several pairs of angry eyes.
"You are not kind!" George growled from a dozen positions.
He shrugged his shoulders when he fed the ham to Cuckoo, saying that whatever he said would be useless.
Draco, who was watching him across the long Ravenclaw table, gnashed his teeth and swallowed the sandwich in his mouth.
"I won't just count it like this!"
The letter sent by old Malfoy last night didn't seem to have any effect.
But this time is really hard to start.
"Draco, Charms class tomorrow..."
"Fool!" He slapped Crabbe on the back of the head.
The impatient attitude of the headmaster yesterday showed that if he was caught by Filch again, he might not be able to avoid punishment.
"I'd say we can add something to Wayne's desk."
Gore also came over to express his opinion, "That old thing punished us to clean the classroom every day, and we can do it secretly."
Draco slapped each of them impatiently.
"Do you think Wayne is as stupid as you?"
"Even if he can't see it, can Flitwick still not see it?"
"It's so stupid!"
After venting his curses, he found that the most unlucky thing in his life was not meeting Vincent, but having these two pig-like younger brothers.
It doesn't matter if your brain is not flexible, but the fat head and big ears can't beat others.
The face of a pure-blood wizard is about to be completely lost by these two guys.
The aggrieved Crabbe pouted, "We just want to help you."
"Shut up!" Draco shook his hand in the air, but he still didn't shake it in the end.
The skin is rough and fleshy, and it really hurts when you beat it.
……
……
Transfiguration class.
Today McGonagall teaches everyone how to become a fat blue man.
Still a fat blue man with ears.
Vincent glanced thoughtfully at the podium.
He didn't expect the dean, who was so old, to have such a childlike side.
"Concentrate on its shape and detail."
Mag on the podium flicked his wand, and the fat blue man put his little hand in the pocket on his stomach.
It took out a small red door, opened it and walked in directly.
"Disappeared?"
All the students stared blankly at the slowly turning door.
Using Transfiguration to separate two objects and then re-merge them into one.
The total mass remains the same, but the volume has more than doubled.
"Nice job, Mr. Wayne!"
"Miss Granger is also very nice!"
The two who finished their homework one on the left and the other on the right scored 6 points for Gryffindor College first.
Not to be outdone, the eaglets are holding back their energy to add details.
While Ron, who was blushing, rounded out his crooked blue fat man, Harry next to him was almost finished.
Although the eyes are a bit dull and the beard is crooked, it is barely better than some "evil god models" in the classroom.
For example, in front of Neville, there is a lump of soft, blue viscous object that is about to melt.
"Relax, don't think too much."
"I—I still can't do it."
Vincent patiently showed him little by little.
Starting with a pair of short legs, gradually build up a vague outline, and then add details little by little.
This was very slow, slow enough for Neville to write it down in full.
After trying again, it was obviously much better than Ron's.
"You're not serious." Hermione beside her also started the demonstration.
She had some haughty little eyes, and Ron couldn't remember it at all.
"Okay, I'll go find Vincent."
He switched seats with Neville.
Vincent saw the reason at a glance, "Ron, isn't your wand also belonged to Charlie?"
"Yes……"
"Well, I suppose you'll be much more comfortable with your magic if you have a proper wand."
Ron smiled wryly, "I know, but our family has no spare money.
Ginny will be entering school next year, so she can't use second-hand goods like me. "
Compared with Malfoy who bled tens of thousands at once, Weasley couldn't even spend a few Galleons to buy a new wand.
No wonder they are considered a disgrace by some purists.
Vincent comforted him, "You can do this with an unsuitable wand, which proves that you are no worse than others."
"Very well, Mr. Potter!". Seven
"Er - you have to be more confident."
"Oh, Mr. Longbottom is very nice too!"
"Ron, you've got to find a way to save up for a wand."
……
……
But he knew that the list he and Mag made would definitely cause the family to bleed.
Just last year's top sweeping six stars, there were thirty of them.
There are countless precious herbs, alchemy props, rare materials, etc.
"Professor, is this too much?"
"Indeed, I will discuss it with Professor Dumbledore."
Mag folded the parchment that was almost full in his hand, "Vincent, you have the right to use these things first."
Even if there is only a small half left in the end, this batch of things is worth [-] to [-] Galleons.
Just thinking about it, Vincent, who had suddenly become rich, felt that old Malfoy, who compensated thousands of Galleons, was very stingy.
After opening the layout, he really didn't look down on this small amount of money.
For the sake of teaching at Hogwarts, it is worth sacrificing some small personal interests.
Mainly to cheat the Malfoy family...
Mag watched Vincent's leaving back, but suddenly smiled and opened the drawer.
Inside is a scaled-down full set of the Silver Knight's armor.
How could she not know about such a big thing.
"He's such an interesting kid..."
She also had suspicions, but also no evidence.
Night tour, which student has never done it.
There are tens of thousands of school rules, and the first one is not to be discovered.
She closed the drawer, took the parchment and walked out of the office.
……
……
With a bright smile, Vincent even walked lightly.
This school is so happy that no one can ruin it.
It's time for the person who can't even say his name to make a good calculation.
The back of Quirrell's head cannot be treated kindly.
He spent time in the school library until dinner.
But this complete plan cannot be implemented now.
"Forbidden Forest..."
It is easy to sneak out of the castle, but it is difficult to sneak out of the dormitory.
"Cuckoo fly!"
After roaring in the empty corridor, Goo Goo, who seemed to become more mellow, flew in from the window.
"Go to my house, I have to ask my dad for some small equipment."
"Cuckoo!"
"make a deal!"
next morning.
The students at Hogwarts were all amazed that a plump owl managed to snatch the firm silver-white suitcase before the other three owls dispatched it.
"pat-"
As soon as it flapped its little wings twice, it fell straight on the marble floor.
Vincent, who didn't shy away from hundreds of pairs of eyes, walked over and picked up Gu Gu and the suitcase.
Many students were taken aback by his ignorant performance.
A very small number of people knew that this person had fallen ill again.
"Want to see?"
Several little lions nodded.
"Sorry, this is personal privacy."
Vincent sat down mysteriously, ignoring several pairs of angry eyes.
"You are not kind!" George growled from a dozen positions.
He shrugged his shoulders when he fed the ham to Cuckoo, saying that whatever he said would be useless.
Draco, who was watching him across the long Ravenclaw table, gnashed his teeth and swallowed the sandwich in his mouth.
"I won't just count it like this!"
The letter sent by old Malfoy last night didn't seem to have any effect.
But this time is really hard to start.
"Draco, Charms class tomorrow..."
"Fool!" He slapped Crabbe on the back of the head.
The impatient attitude of the headmaster yesterday showed that if he was caught by Filch again, he might not be able to avoid punishment.
"I'd say we can add something to Wayne's desk."
Gore also came over to express his opinion, "That old thing punished us to clean the classroom every day, and we can do it secretly."
Draco slapped each of them impatiently.
"Do you think Wayne is as stupid as you?"
"Even if he can't see it, can Flitwick still not see it?"
"It's so stupid!"
After venting his curses, he found that the most unlucky thing in his life was not meeting Vincent, but having these two pig-like younger brothers.
It doesn't matter if your brain is not flexible, but the fat head and big ears can't beat others.
The face of a pure-blood wizard is about to be completely lost by these two guys.
The aggrieved Crabbe pouted, "We just want to help you."
"Shut up!" Draco shook his hand in the air, but he still didn't shake it in the end.
The skin is rough and fleshy, and it really hurts when you beat it.
……
……
Transfiguration class.
Today McGonagall teaches everyone how to become a fat blue man.
Still a fat blue man with ears.
Vincent glanced thoughtfully at the podium.
He didn't expect the dean, who was so old, to have such a childlike side.
"Concentrate on its shape and detail."
Mag on the podium flicked his wand, and the fat blue man put his little hand in the pocket on his stomach.
It took out a small red door, opened it and walked in directly.
"Disappeared?"
All the students stared blankly at the slowly turning door.
Using Transfiguration to separate two objects and then re-merge them into one.
The total mass remains the same, but the volume has more than doubled.
"Nice job, Mr. Wayne!"
"Miss Granger is also very nice!"
The two who finished their homework one on the left and the other on the right scored 6 points for Gryffindor College first.
Not to be outdone, the eaglets are holding back their energy to add details.
While Ron, who was blushing, rounded out his crooked blue fat man, Harry next to him was almost finished.
Although the eyes are a bit dull and the beard is crooked, it is barely better than some "evil god models" in the classroom.
For example, in front of Neville, there is a lump of soft, blue viscous object that is about to melt.
"Relax, don't think too much."
"I—I still can't do it."
Vincent patiently showed him little by little.
Starting with a pair of short legs, gradually build up a vague outline, and then add details little by little.
This was very slow, slow enough for Neville to write it down in full.
After trying again, it was obviously much better than Ron's.
"You're not serious." Hermione beside her also started the demonstration.
She had some haughty little eyes, and Ron couldn't remember it at all.
"Okay, I'll go find Vincent."
He switched seats with Neville.
Vincent saw the reason at a glance, "Ron, isn't your wand also belonged to Charlie?"
"Yes……"
"Well, I suppose you'll be much more comfortable with your magic if you have a proper wand."
Ron smiled wryly, "I know, but our family has no spare money.
Ginny will be entering school next year, so she can't use second-hand goods like me. "
Compared with Malfoy who bled tens of thousands at once, Weasley couldn't even spend a few Galleons to buy a new wand.
No wonder they are considered a disgrace by some purists.
Vincent comforted him, "You can do this with an unsuitable wand, which proves that you are no worse than others."
"Very well, Mr. Potter!". Seven
"Er - you have to be more confident."
"Oh, Mr. Longbottom is very nice too!"
"Ron, you've got to find a way to save up for a wand."
……
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