Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

"What happened to you inside before I went in?"

It took Eddie a long time to recover, let out a long belch, and asked.

"Why did Mundungus return the money bag to you so readily? And that wretched wizard, was it you who brought him down?"

Glenn listened to his barrage of questions and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to stop him.

"You are asking a question, Eddie, not giving out a test paper. You have to give me time to answer, right?"

Eddie stopped asking questions and smiled awkwardly.

"Actually, you can go in with me." Glenn said with a smile, "Facts have proved that my family should indeed be the largest real estate owner in Diagon Alley."

"Oh?" Eddie suddenly became energetic, "How do you know?"

Glenn laughed: "Speaking of this, I confirmed the news from your father."

Eddie looked puzzled.

Only then did Glenn tell him the information he had just learned about the status of the Ollivander family members in Diagon Alley.

The business geniuses looked at him with envy.

"No wonder Mundungus returned the money to you so quickly. But what happened to the guy who was hit by the full body binding spell?"

"You mean that guy..." Glenn shrugged and said in disgust, "He wanted to sneak attack me, but I took care of him casually."

Eddie looked surprised: "You are so powerful?"

"It's not that I'm too powerful, it's mainly that that guy's dueling skills are too weak..."

The two of them drank and chatted until the sky outside the window gradually darkened.

Seeing that it was getting late, Glenn was worried that the Quidditch boutique would close later, so he planned to buy Nimbus 2000 first.

Seeing that his father was still late, Eddie had no choice but to entrust Old Tom to convey the message on his behalf, and he left with Glenn.

The two walked through the patio behind the bar and returned to Diagon Alley.

At this time, the young wizards gathered in front of the Quidditch boutique window had dispersed, and only the female clerk who had previously received Glenn and Qiu remained in the store.

She was carefully wiping fingerprints on the glass counter, waiting for her time to get off work.

“Welcome!”

She habitually raised her head while speaking, and when she saw Glenn coming in, she immediately smiled.

"I thought I misunderstood your intentions, little Mr. Ollivander."

Glenn shrugged, pointed to the broomstick in the window that was illuminated by the spotlight, and asked.

"Nimbus 2000, do you still have it in stock in the store?"

As the largest Quidditch boutique in the British wizarding world, the Nimbus 2000, the most advanced model, naturally has plenty of stock.

"certainly."

The smile on the female shop assistant's face became even brighter.

If she sells this type of broomstick, the commission alone will be higher than her weekly salary.

"Bring me two handfuls."

"Okay..." The clerk was stunned for only a second, then turned and walked to the warehouse.

With two Nimbus 2000 in one breath, her KPI for this month has directly reached the standard!

Fortunately, he is the son of a renter in Diagon Alley. The sale is generous, and the decision is made directly without even asking the price.

Eddie was also in a daze, looking at him inexplicably.

Not long after, the female clerk returned quickly and carefully held two brand-new Nimbus 2000s in her arms.

"The unit price of the Nimbus 2000 is 800 Galleons, and the total price of the two is 1,600 Galleons. The Ollivander family enjoys the highest discount of 20% off in our store, so in the end..."

She was suddenly startled, then gently placed the two broomsticks on the counter and began counting on her fingers.

Glenn couldn't help but rolled his eyes and was about to speak.

Unexpectedly, Eddie calculated faster than him.

"1280." He reminded.

Glenn glanced at him with slight surprise, but he didn't expect that he was actually faster than his mental arithmetic speed.

It seems that the business genius is really quite talented.

The female clerk's face turned red and she nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, the total is 1,280 galleons. In addition, do you need the matching helmet, gloves and protective gear?"

Glenn imagined himself wearing the same helmet as Ron in the movie, and shook his head repeatedly.

"By the way, I remember that broomsticks can be engraved, right?"

He looked at the smooth handle of the broom and asked.

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, we have free engraving services. But..."

The clerk looked troubled.

"The carving master has already got off work. How about you come back tomorrow?"

There was some regret in her heart. Tomorrow was not her class. If the other party really chose to come back tomorrow, she could only reluctantly say goodbye to KPI.

Glenn seemed to understand her emotions and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. I'll pay the bill first. If it's carving, I want to try doing it myself."

Just kidding, as a majestic wand maker, if you can’t even engrave words, you might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes.

The female clerk's eyes lit up and she could barely conceal the joy on her lips.

"Then please sign here so that we can withdraw money from your family's treasury in Gringotts."

Glenn took the quill and receipt from her, glanced at it, and signed his name with a few swipes.

Eddie showed an envious look again, and secretly made up his mind to hug his thighs tightly and strive to let the future Carmichael family live a life where they can just sign for something.

The clerk breathed a sigh of relief, carefully put away the signed receipt, and took Glenn to a desk that looked like a workbench.

She flicked her wand and lit the lamp on the corner of the table.

A silver metal box opened automatically, with magic knives of various sizes and widths neatly placed inside.

Looks very friendly.

He took one of the Nimbus 2000 and let the top of the broom handle, which was the back of the words "Nimbus 2000", fall on the brightest light.

He gently stroked it with his slender fingers and felt the hardness of the wood before picking out a carving knife.

As for the content of the engraving, he already had an idea.

swan.

swan.

This is Qiu's patron saint, and this is also Glenn's impression of her.

A girl as beautiful and elegant as a swan.

A smile appeared on his lips, and Tchaikovsky's famous ballet "Swan Lake" seemed to be ringing in his ears.

The fingertips are nimble and the carving knife flashes.

Four floral letters stand out on the broomstick.

Glenn put the carving knife back in place, held the broom flat in front of his eyes, made sure the surface was smooth, and then gently blew away the wood chips left around the letters.

"I didn't expect you could actually engrave characters?" Eddie looked at him in surprise and couldn't help but admire.

Glenn shook his head indifferently: "If you knew the process of making a wand, you wouldn't be so surprised."

He handed the engraved broom to the clerk and gave instructions.

"Please help me touch up the color and varnish tomorrow, and then send it to Ollivander's Wand Shop. I'll take the other one right away."

"Okay, little Mr. Ollivander, don't worry."