Chapter 107 Promotion
As Voldemort had expected, the young man's emotions were almost the same.
He immediately began to prepare to sell his financial products to Professor Quirrell.
But at the beginning he was still very well-behaved and began to rummage through a pile of account books.
Voldemort looked very busy, but he had already used magic to share vision with Professor Quirrell.
I could clearly see Professor Quirrell's name written on the top book in the pile.
It's a pity that this useless piece of shit that he was parasitizing on was totally unaware of it and instead spoke very considerately.
"Don't worry, take your time to look for it. Oh, by the way, I don't know your name yet."
"William Thomson!!" the young man answered without raising his head as he continued to look through the account books.
About three minutes later, William seemed to suddenly remember something, picked up the first account book and tapped it briefly.
He said pretending to be a little annoyed.
"I'm sorry, Professor Quirrell. I've been so busy lately that I've neglected your time."
"Please forgive me."
These words immediately had two effects. First, they brought him and Professor Quirrell closer together.
The second was to arouse Professor Quirrell's curiosity about this bank. Sure enough, this sentence had just been said.
Professor Quirrell immediately asked curiously.
"Are you busy with your work? To be honest, I have been staying in Hogwarts and I don't know much about what is happening in the outside world."
"If you can, can you tell me about it?"
"Of course." William nodded immediately, "But let's first help you deal with the issue of your salary."
As he spoke, he placed the account book and a passbook in front of Professor Quirrell at the same time, and explained as the other person was flipping through them.
"Since you haven't come to collect your salary for three months, your salary is 150 gold galleons per month."
"Add to that the five social insurances and two housing funds that Hogwarts has recently paid for you, and excluding the necessary insurance costs, this is the total amount you can freely use."
"The total is 1070 gold Galleons. Adding the interest for the past three months, the total is now exactly 1120 gold Galleons. Do you want to withdraw all of it?"
Hearing this, Professor Quirrell was visibly stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but speed up the process of flipping through the account books.
He carefully checked every number in the account book, while William served him attentively.
Every question raised by Professor Quirrell was answered promptly.
"What is this special income? I can't remember what extra income I have."
Professor Quirrell pointed to a line of numbers on the account. This amount of money was only transferred to his account in recent days.
A total of 500 gold Galleons, and it is precisely because of this amount of money that he now has a savings of more than 1000 gold Galleons.
"That's what you're talking about." William replied calmly, looking at the line of numbers.
"This is your patent fee, although you may not want to recall what happened in that class."
"But half of the patent fee for the constipation spell invented by Mr. Hoxolon is yours."
"Would you like me to explain it to you in detail?"
"No, no!" Professor Quirrell interrupted immediately. He didn't want to hear anyone reveal the scars in his heart.
But this guy seemed to trust the young man in front of him so much that he thought his tone was too harsh.
He was ready to apologize to the other party, but William of course said it didn't matter. It was a heartwarming scene of friendship between the two.
Voldemort, who was parasitic on the back of his brain, was suppressing his urge to kill Professor Quirrell every second.
Damn it, how many times have I advised him along the way? He is the Dark Lord, and I have used so many nice words that you would never hear in your lifetime.
As a result, this guy had not been sitting in this chair for long before he was bribed by a cup of hot cocoa and a few words from the other party.
The dignified Dark Lord actually felt like he was blind, and at the same time, an uneasy feeling spread in his heart. He immediately spoke sternly in his mind.
"Take the money and leave immediately. 1000 gold galleons are enough. This guy is not a good person. Let's leave here immediately."
"Who are you to say that about my friend?" Professor Quirrell shouted immediately upon hearing this.
"What did you say? There's no one else here."
William, startled by Professor Quirrell's sudden shout, looked around the office and asked with some confusion.
Professor Quirrell immediately said somewhat embarrassedly.
"Sorry, I was possessed by a ghost just now. Please continue with your work. I also want to know more about the situation outside."
Just like that, Professor Quirrell covered up this embarrassing incident with just a few words.
Only Voldemort behind his head was still emitting smoke through the thick turban due to shock and rage.
But it is true that if a person's heart is dead, then he is truly invincible in this world.
Voldemort could only watch as this loser fell into the opponent's trap step by step.
The young man named William took out a pile of folders and covered the entire desk.
While flipping through various documents, he introduced them excitedly.
"Choosing our first savings bank in the wizarding world will be the wisest choice in your life. We have many services here."
"For fixed deposits, there is now a preferential interest rate of 5% per year, and for current savings, there is also a preferential interest rate of 1.3% per year."
"There are also shopping consumer loans, credit mortgages, investment fund options, and a variety of special financial services."
"By the way, you want to buy a property, for example, a villa by the beautiful Black Sea, so that you can go there for vacation when winter comes."
"It's said to be very warm there this season. If you want, we have a very favorable loan service here. The interest rate is only 30% if you pay it off in 4.5 years."
"Considering your status as a Hogwarts professor and the patent you hold for magic spells, I can give you a discount."
William explained to the other party eloquently, accompanied by their exaggerated body movements and colorful facial expressions.
These financial services, which he had never heard of before, made Professor Quirrell feel like a Scottish country bumpkin.
It was like going shopping in a big city for the first time. I was completely dazzled by the dazzling array of goods, and William kept persuading me.
"Now is the opening promotion. All financial services have ongoing discounts. The discounts will only end tomorrow."
"There are only about forty hours left until the end, so don't hesitate. Buy early and make money early. If you don't buy, others will make money."
"Professor Quirrell, an outstanding and successful person like you must be in need of our high-quality services."
As he spoke, William pretended to be very frightened, deliberately stood up and walked to the door of the office, and looked around in the corridor.
Then he returned to his seat and quietly took out a red folder from under his desk.
Then he swept all the account books and other documents to the ground.
He solemnly placed the red folder in the middle of the desk, then leaned close to Professor Quirrell's ear and spoke in a low voice.
"What I did was against bank regulations, but I still have deep sympathy for your situation."
"So I'm risking being fired to provide you with this, the "Financial Development Plan for Successful People in the Magical World"
