Chapter 371 371. Graplan's enthusiastic sales pitch

Scott looked at the teaching assistant in front of him.

Faced with his suspicious eyes, Grapeland just smiled confidently.

Scott looked at Caccini again.

But the girl kept staring at Milton.

"It seems that you are very confident." Roger suddenly said, "Caccini, I hope you won't make fun of Milton."

Hearing this, Kachini's smile disappeared.

She glanced at Roger pretending to be careless and sneered.

"Don't worry, Davis." She said coldly, "I won't involve the innocent Milton because of my past with you. You don't have that much weight."

"That's best." Roger replied and said no more.

Caccini scoffed again in response.

Scott glanced back, and Roger's face turned red.

At this time, Milton shook his head at Scott and the three of them, and took the initiative to say to the two women: "Caccini, Miss Grapeland, I have made my attitude clear, can you tell me what you really want?" How to do it?"

Caccini turned to look at Graplan again.

Scott and the others were immediately more certain that everything that happened today was led by this teaching assistant.

Grapeland did not answer Milton's question directly. She looked directly at Scott.

She smiled slightly, "I need to talk to you alone, Scott."

Hearing her say this, Scott's three roommates all looked at Scott.

So that's it, Scott thought, today's episode was also directed at him.

"Miss Grapeland." Milton said hastily, "I'm sorry, this is my business, you should not involve Scott."

While speaking, he reached out and pulled Scott, trying to get him to stand behind him.

Scott didn't move.

He stood watching Graplan, trying to confirm what she meant.

But Graplan always had a friendly smile on his face, and there was no clue at all.

"Don't worry, I just want to talk to him, right here." She said to Milton in a soothing tone, "I won't leave your sight when talking, I just need you to stay away. "

Milton's attitude at this time was rare and tough. He said without giving in: "This matter has nothing to do with Scott in the first place! If Caccini wants to exchange talents with me, he only needs to make it clear to me. "

He then said to the silent Caccini: "Also, although I didn't say it, I also understand that the magic talent I exchanged for my musical talent may not necessarily be yours, Caccini."

"It's mine." Caccini frowned and looked at Milton, "My magic talent is in you."

Her tone was very certain.

Grapeland smiled again and said to Milton, "Of course we will find a way to confirm before looking for you."

After saying that, she asked Scott again, "Where's your answer? Scott, do you want to talk alone?"

"Okay." Scott agreed.

It was okay to talk alone, and he was not afraid that Graplan would take action against him.

It's not that he believes she won't take action, but that he has confidence in his own strength and means.

"Scott!" Milton still wanted to dissuade him.

"It's okay." Scott smiled confidently at the three roommates, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Let's go," Caccini said to the three boys. "Let's stay away."

With that said, she walked directly to the side.

"Are you sure?" Eddie asked Scott again.

Scott nodded.

"Oh well."

Eddie and Roger looked at each other and pulled Milton away.

But they didn't go very far and stopped within ten steps.

At this distance, they can send reinforcements at any time.

Grapeland also had no comment.

She said to Scott: "You can arrange the spell. To avoid misunderstanding, I won't take out my wand."

Scott nodded slightly and casually arranged a soundproof spell.

After that, he didn't wait for Graplan to speak first.

"Now, we can talk alone, Miss Stephanie Grapeland." He said her real name directly, trying to take some initiative in the conversation.

However, Graplan, who was called by her real name, did not panic. She just glanced at Scott in surprise.

"Well, it seems I have to introduce myself again." She said, "My name is Stephanie Grapeland, a graduate of Ravenclaw House. Wilmina Grapeland is my sister's name."

"Why did you come to Hogwarts under the name of Miss Wilmina Grapeland?" Scott asked.

Grapeland said in a casual tone: "Dumbledore needs a teaching assistant for Care of Magical Creatures. Wilmina is busy studying the water monster in Loch Ness, so I came."

Scott asked again, "So, why don't you use your real name? It's not something you need to hide, is it?"

"Because Wilmina is more famous than me." Grapeland raised her pipe and took a puff, hazy smoke spitting out from her full red lips, "Many wizards in the magic world know that she has researched on magical animals."

Scott's tone was calm, "Judging from your performance in class, you're not bad either."

"Thank you." Graplan thanked him with a smile.

Then, she said fearlessly: "My true identity is not important. Even Dumbledore knows that I am not Wilhelmina. And it's late now. Let's hurry up and talk about another thing."

"Please speak, I'm listening." Scott said.

"It's very simple." Grubbly-Plank took out a golden card from his pocket and handed it to Scott, "I'm going to invite you to join our organization."

Scott didn't reach out to take it.

He looked into Grubbly-Plank's eyes and deliberately asked her, "Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, Voldemort's Death Eaters, or Medea's Green Robes?"

"None of them." Grubbly-Plank still stretched out his hand, "By the way, the organization founded by Ms. Slytherin is called the All Witches' Coven."

Only then did Scott know that the Green Robes had a formal organizational name.

But this was not the point at the moment. He said to Grubbly-Plank: "Introduce the organization you belong to, Miss Grubbly-Plank, without knowing anything..."

He glanced at the golden card in her hand.

"...I won't take this kind of thing casually."

"Okay." Grubbly retracted the hand holding the golden card and shrugged his shoulders, "This really won't work."

Of course! I'm not an idiot!

Scott complained in his heart.

"Okay, okay, it's really troublesome." Grubbly complained.

She put the golden card back into her pocket, took out a roll of parchment from her pocket, unfolded it, and shook it.

"Let me see." She looked at the parchment in her hand, "Well, our organization is called the Scholars' Union, which is the oldest existing magic association in Europe. Its members have always been famous wizards in various fields."

Scott looked at the witch in front of him who was obviously reading from the script in some astonishment.

Is this so-called Scholars' Union short of people or is it really not presentable? Let such a witch who doesn't look very reliable come to recruit new members?

Grubbly-Plank continued to read the information. "The purpose of our association is for academics and to cooperate in studying the mysteries of magic. Most of our members do not like to participate in politics and struggles. We always like wizards who focus on magic itself..."

"Stop." Scott stretched out his hand helplessly, "You should give me the parchment and let me read it myself."

"No problem." Grubbly-Plank agreed very readily, and even couldn't wait to put the parchment into Scott's hand.

Scott held the parchment in one hand and quickly scanned it.

The handwriting on the parchment was all handwritten, and the content was arranged a little messy.

He recognized the handwriting on the paper, which was Grubbly-Plank's.

But he still quickly understood what kind of magic association the so-called Scholars' Union was through the content on the paper.

According to the information written by Grubbly-Plank, the so-called Scholars' Union was established in the 15th century, more than 500 years ago. Although it is not as old as Hogwarts, it still has a long history.

This organization, as the name of the organization reveals, is a loose alliance established by a group of scholar-type wizards. The original purpose of its establishment was to gather talents and jointly revive ancient magic.

However, after these years of development, the organization no longer restricts the research direction of its members.

If what is written in the information is true, it seems that this is really just an academic exchange organization that does not involve any politics and struggles.

But Scott did not believe the content of this information 100%.

Medea's green robe people... no, it is the whole witch association, and it is also under the banner of "for a better future".

"How about it, are you very tempted?"

Seeing that Scott had read almost everything, Graplan immediately began to persuade him.

"As long as you join the Scholars' Union, you can communicate with many outstanding young people like you. They are all over Europe, and each of them is a rare genius. You can also ask questions to many knowledgeable wizards at any time. They are all experts with a high reputation in various fields. If you ask me, our Scholars' Union is undoubtedly the most suitable organization for you!"

What's the tone of Tony's previous life selling hair salon membership cards?

Scott wanted to complain.

Grubbly-Plan's sales pitch continued, "We will provide great help to each of our members, whether it is money or knowledge. If you encounter troubles that you cannot solve yourself, other members will help you. You can even get everything you want here."

"That sounds good." Scott asked with a smile, "So, what do I need to pay?"

Although Grubbly-Plan talked a lot, Scott did not believe that joining this so-called Scholars' Union did not require any price.

"Price?" Grubbly-Plan said affirmatively, "You don't need to pay any price."

Scott looked at her with distrust in his eyes.

Grubbly-Plan said somewhat fanatically; "The Scholars' Union exists to ensure the continuation of wizard civilization! Join us, you can exchange your knowledge for credits, and then use credits to exchange for everything you want. Of course, all this is based on the principle of voluntariness!"

So that's it.

Scott's distrust of Grubbly-Plan's words faded a little.

That's right, it's normal to get something when you pay.

Listening to what she said just now, I thought you could get everything without doing anything.

Scott became interested in learning more.

He asked, "Knowledge exchange? Can knowledge be quantified? And how can it be exchanged for so-called credits? Can any knowledge be exchanged?"

"Of course not." Grubbly-Plank said, "Only your own original knowledge can be exchanged for credits."

She gave Scott a few examples.

For example, the knowledge Scott learned in school or read in books cannot be exchanged for credits.

But if he invented a new spell, this is knowledge that can be exchanged for credits.

In addition, if he restored some ancient magic, translated ancient magic words that had never appeared in the world, invented a new potion, discovered new ancient relics, or even understood the habits of a strange magical animal... these are all within the scope of exchange.

In short, as long as the organization has not retained the knowledge, it can be exchanged for corresponding credits according to its preciousness.

Scott raised his eyebrows.

Could the so-called Scholars' Union want to gather all the knowledge in the magic world?

Such an appetite is too big.

"It's the same question." He said, "Can knowledge be quantified? How can the organization be fair?"

Grubbly-Plank reached out and took out the golden card again.

She held the card between two fingers and shook it, smiling and saying, "This question will be handed over to it."

Scott showed a puzzled expression.

Graplan explained, "More than 100 years ago, in order to better inherit the wizard civilization, the great scholars of the Scholars' Union worked together to build a great magic device using large-scale magic rituals and alchemy. This device is now called the [Knowledge Bank] by the members."

Without waiting for Scott to ask again, she put the golden card into her left hand holding the pipe, and extended a finger to Scott with her right hand, "First, [Great Scholar] is the highest title awarded to members of the Scholars' Union. They are all great wizards who have made outstanding contributions to the development of wizard civilization."

Then, she extended a second finger.

"Second, [Knowledge Bank] is a magic device responsible for storing all knowledge. It is also responsible for handling the affairs of members exchanging knowledge for credits and exchanging credits for other things. It is just a magic device without thinking ability, so you don't have to worry about unfair things happening."

As she said, she picked up the golden card with her right hand and shook it.

"If you join the Scholars' Union, I will activate this ID card for you," she said. "This magical card can connect you to the great [Knowledge Bank] anywhere in the world. You can use it to exchange credits, or exchange credits for the resources you want."

As she spoke, she reached out her hand again.

"What are you waiting for?" She urged, "Accept this hard-won opportunity."

But Scott still didn't accept the card.

Seeing that Scott remained unmoved, Graplan was a little discouraged.

"I'm really not suitable for this kind of work." She muttered in a low voice.

Her eyes turned and she quickly changed her words.

"Scott, you want to help your friend." She glanced at Milton in the distance, "As long as you have credits, you can help the boy get his musical talent back."

"Is Caccini also a member of your organization?" Scott said calmly, "According to you, if she wants her magic talent back, she should work hard to earn credits to achieve her goal."