Chapter 239: Secret Talk at the Forley Family and Leaving School

Almost at the same time as the Hogwarts end-of-year dinner, in the study room of Foley Manor...

"Mr. Foley, it is an honor to receive your call again." Mr. Borgin bowed flatteringly, his voice as greasy as ever.

"Mr. Borgin, please take a seat." Old Furley stood up, which was rare for him, and gracefully returned the gesture and offered his seat.

Mr. Borgin was not at all pleased when he saw this. Instead, he said bitterly, "Mr. Foley, if you have anything to say, just tell me. There is no need to be so polite."

"Mr. Borgin, don't think too much. Just sit down and talk. Things are just a little complicated, but not to the point where Mr. Borgin should be frowning." Old Fry stubbornly made another gesture of invitation.

Mr. Bogin had no choice but to do it carefully...

"Come, Mr. Bogin, this is the best Da Hong Pao in China, let's try it together?" As he said that, he began to demonstrate the tea ceremony he had just learned from his son-in-law, warming the pot, cleaning the utensils, adding tea, waiting for the tea to boil... Although his movements were not so skillful, in front of Mr. Bogin, who knew nothing, he seemed inexplicably grand and elegant.

Seeing such a diligent old Foley, Mr. Borgin felt even more embarrassed. "Borgin and Burke's has always been committed to providing the best possible and thoughtful service to all families. If the Foley family has any problems that are difficult to solve, Borgin and Burke's will definitely fight to the last breath."

Old Fry pushed the cup of tea in front of Mr. Borgin. After he carefully took a sip, he smiled and said, "The long-standing reputation of Borgin and Burke's is recognized by everyone and is invaluable. Reputation is the foundation of life!" After a pause, he continued, "This is a big deal. If it succeeds, fifteen bags of gold coins, plus a share of the potion business run by the Fry family. How about it?"

The moment he heard this, Mr. Bogin's eyes were filled with uncontrollable greed. But the next moment he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and said awkwardly: "Such a generous reward, the money must be too hot to handle, right? Dear Mr. Foley, can you tell me about this mission?"

Seeing Mr. Borgin's reaction, Barnett couldn't help but feel regretful and stunned. Was this still the Mr. Borgin he knew? He didn't agree to such an amazing benefit. Was the offer too low? But Old Fry still stated his request: "Mobilize all your people to join the battle against Albania! As long as you win, all the benefits I just mentioned will be yours."

"Wow, what are you talking about, respected Mr. Foley. We at Borgin and Burke's will do our best to contribute to our magical world. Of course, your gift will make our employees work harder!" Upon hearing this, Mr. Borgin's words became greasy and greedy again. As one of the owners of Borgin and Burke's, the black glove of many families, how could he not know about the frequent changes in the wizarding world recently? Thinking about the many forces that have been involved, Borgin's heart was hot. Mobilizing so many people to attack the evil organization that they once captured alive. What is there to worry about?

"Then let's make a deal?" Old Fry stretched out his right hand tentatively.

"Of course, that's undecided!" said Mr. Borgin firmly, and at the same time, he shook old Foley's hand tightly with both of his.

"Oh, by the way, I have to remind you solemnly like last time." Old Furley seemed to suddenly remember something and said again: "First, I need all the staff of Borgin and Burke's to go out. Remember, everyone! Second, there will be rewards only if you win. If you fail, you won't get a single copper Knut! Third, you can't escape alone before our main force retreats. Fourth, if my grandson wants to go out to see the world during the holidays, prepare for the worst and make sure my grandson is safe no matter what!"

Mr. Bogin listened carefully to Old Foley's request. Every time he heard one, he patted his chest and tried to guarantee it. Although he was a little confused and uneasy in his heart, he had no choice. The other party gave too much! And he was also clear about the general situation. What could be wrong? What he said was right! The children didn't run away, but his own people ran away first? He couldn't afford to lose face!

So, after a very harmonious conversation and repeated assurances, Mr. Borgin hurriedly left Foley Manor...

Back to Hogwarts, happy times are always short-lived, and a week of revelry passed in the blink of an eye. And Yang Tian also completed the entry of all the books in the restricted area before returning home as he wished, and to his delight, there were no more accidents.

During this period, the intelligent brain was upgraded, and Yang Tian got the fourth thread as he wished. According to the convention, Yang Tian used thread four as a standing thread and used thread three to analyze the recipe of Qianling Wudao Pill...

On the last day of the week, the exam results were finally announced. Yang Tian undoubtedly won first place in the grade with all "O" scores, but Hermione pouted helplessly when she saw her report card showing that she ranked second in the grade. From childhood to adulthood, this seems to be the first time that she didn't get first place in the exam? And judging from the situation, this situation will continue to happen in the next six years. What a nightmare!

The other members of the study group didn't have so many complaints. Looking at their grades that they had never dared to imagine before the semester, they all laughed heartily...

Of course, along with the transcript, there are also notification forms and letters of commitment, promising that they will abide by the "Law on Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards" outside of school.

Yang Tian frowned helplessly, but still signed his name. He knew about Trace's abnormal ability. Didn't Harry in the original book almost fall into its hands? But how could he not sign this letter of commitment?

Thinking about the upcoming war, Yang Tian even wanted to go directly to Dumbledore for help.

The nine members of the group were all silent, and Penelope and Zhang Qiu slapped their foreheads in annoyance. They had experienced this scene before, so how could they forget it? They were also desperately preparing for the upcoming battle, so were they going to give up halfway? In a dilemma, everyone looked at Yang Tian...

But at this moment, Yang Tian's heart was shocked, because from the moment he signed the contract, a faint spiritual force surged out of the letter of commitment. This spiritual force was quite strange. As soon as it appeared, it flew towards Yang Tian like a gust of wind and lightning, and the next moment it was suspended five centimeters above his head. No matter how Yang Tian moved, it followed closely...

Could this be the so-called trace? It must be said that although the soul power of this trace is weak and secretive, with Yang Tian's current understanding of soul power and his terrifying soul strength, how could he not discover its existence?

Such an amazing discovery instantly gave Yang Tian confidence. He quickly issued instructions to deduce the formation and cracking method of the trace thread through thread 4.

But he didn't say much on the surface, but gave everyone a reassuring look. Everyone naturally understood, gritted their teeth and stamped their feet, and signed...

After completing all the procedures, it seemed that it was time to leave. Yang Tian had greeted the professors and experts of various disciplines yesterday and agreed to see them again at the beginning of the school term...

In an instant, the little wizards' wardrobes were empty, and the messy things filled the entire suitcase. Everyone excitedly rushed outside the Hogwarts Castle...

Yang Tian was still sitting on the somersault cloud with empty hands, just like when he came; but there were already eight more figures around him. This might be his biggest gain in this school year...