Chapter 228 The two-sided mirror that has been sealed for fifteen years

Those involved are confused, but those who are on the sidelines can see clearly.

This sentence is never used to fool people, because it really reflects the difference in looking at the same problem from different angles.

"Thank you, Hermione!" Ino thanked him very seriously.

Looking at the girl who was as tall as him, he no longer had the mentality of looking at a child before.

"It's nothing!" Hermione said casually, but subconsciously turned her head to the side to avoid direct gaze.

Just a glance, Hermione felt the difference in Ino's eyes, deep and bright. Under this gaze, she felt a little hot and a little unnatural.

Ino didn't pay too much attention to the change in the girl's expression. He was now full of speculations about the deformation of the flame element.

If the flame of special properties can form various forms of changes, the gap between a ball of flame and a flame runes that can attack independently is huge.

Its performance is more than doubled, it is like having an intelligent combat assistant. Moreover, as long as the fire burns vigorously enough, it will not only be a rune snake that is born...

In just a few minutes of communication.

He felt that he had gained more than half a year of exploration alone, and a sense of joy came to him.

Hermione was also happy, this was a very good start.

She has now made up her mind to take some time to learn potions, because the good results in front of her are essentially derived from the bottle of Felixir.

"I have something to tell you about Transfiguration." After hesitating for a long time, Hermione decided to strike while the iron was hot and took out a two-way mirror directly from her pocket.

"This is what Professor Snape gave me before the holiday. I want to give you the other side so that we can communicate about Transfiguration more efficiently."

The slender white palm held a two-inch round mirror.

Hearing Snape's name, Ino looked at the two-way mirror in front of him again, and suddenly there was a charm of years of precipitation, and also a sense of transcending time.

About twenty years ago, the same castle, the same college.

If a Slytherin and a Gryffindor really exchanged two-way mirrors, perhaps the whole story would have changed dramatically.

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"Okay! Let's discuss through the mirror when we have time."

This time, without hesitation, Ino took the two-way mirror and gently put it in his pocket.

"Yes! Discuss through the mirror!" Hermione nodded heavily.

And at this moment, another voice came from behind the two of them.

"Although I really want to pretend that I didn't see it, I have to remind you two that there is less than a quarter of an hour before curfew."

Professor McGonagall covered her forehead, her tone somewhat helpless.

After decades of teaching career, Professor McGonagall knew very well that such things could not be prohibited, and she couldn't help it either.

As long as the vague goodwill between students was not too excessive, she always maintained a tacit attitude, after all, everyone had experienced it in school days.

But the two in front of her gave her a feeling that they were not very smart.

Even though they knew that curfew was coming soon, the two of them were still standing here. If it wasn't the only way in the corridor, she didn't want to interfere.

...

Hearing Professor McGonagall's voice behind him, Ino turned around immediately.

"Sorry, Professor! We were just talking about Transfiguration and forgot to check the time. We'll go back now."

Talking about Transfiguration? Hearing this explanation, Professor McGonagall's eyelids twitched unconsciously, and she felt offended.

Late at night, alone with the girl in the corridor, he turned around and told her that he was discussing Transfiguration, but when he thought of the good students they both valued.

"So, are you done discussing? If you're done, go back!"

Facing the change in Professor McGonagall's tone, Ino found that his sleeves were gently pulled before he could react.

Then he saw Hermione lowered her head and walked towards the moving stairs as if she was escaping.

...

Nine o'clock in the evening.

He returned to the dormitory on time on the weekend.

Today's harvest always made him smile faintly.

Hearing the door open in the dormitory, Draco also poked his head out from the curtains.

"You came back so late today? Is there nothing wrong?"

Hearing this concerned inquiry, Ino also responded with a smile: "You sleep well, what can happen to me!"

"Oh!" Draco replied, and then retracted his head.

After a while.

Draco's voice sounded in the dormitory again:

"Ino, do you have any way to make money?"

"Make money?" Ino asked hesitantly, it stands to reason that the Malfoy family will never lack money.

"Yes! Make money!" Draco poked his head out again, "I want to make money to buy a Firebolt!"

As Draco explained, Ino also understood the reason. But this made him feel a little funny, the Firebolt is not a light wheel broom.

"Two thousand five hundred Galleons, how do you make it?"

"I have a lot of shares in my name! My grandfather decided when I was born." Draco blurted out without thinking.

"Shares?" Ino raised his eyebrows in surprise, "So, if it's under your name, you dare to sell it?"

Draco became silent instantly. He didn't dare to sell it, and he couldn't sell it, and he couldn't even mortgage it.

Because the circle is too small, no one dares to buy the shares of the Malfoy family privately.

...

After seeing Draco pretending to be an ostrich, Ino stopped paying attention to him and instead thought about the topic of making money.

This is a problem that he has always ignored.

Fairy tales and life never conflict, and the premise for the study of the Mirror of Erised, and even the change of wizards' media, is to have enough Galleons.

Without money, many things are not only difficult to achieve, but also cause complications.

For the first time, Ino began to think about ways to make money in the future.

However, whether it is writing books or singing, they are just hobbies, and he does not want to copy Lockhart's path.

But after leaving these two things aside, he can't think of any way to make money for a while.

It's not that he has no ability, but the market has long been divided by pure blood.

Take the wand for example. The first time a little wizard buys a wand, it does not exceed 10 Galleons, but a unicorn tail hair suitable for use in a wand is sold for as high as 10 Galleons, and the Ollivander family is not a charity.

Therefore, for every wand sold, they will receive a considerable subsidy from the Ministry of Magic, and no one knows how much this amount is.

But one thing is that everyone with a discerning eye knows that this is very profitable, but what? Since 382 BC, only Ollivander's wand shop has existed to this day.

The mottled and peeling signboard was not only a manifestation of history, but also a silent warning.

Just as he was thinking about how to make money, Draco said something shocking again.

"Ino, let's smuggle!"

"Puff... cough cough! Say it again?"

At this moment, he felt that he really underestimated the courage of the pure-bloods, and couldn't help but look at Draco again.

But on the contrary, Draco said nonchalantly: "I have anonymous shares in the dragon farm. This was given to me by my mother. No one knows!"