Harry potter galactic empire

"Loans, student loans." Lin Mo stared at the shiny pile of Galleons and several fist-sized gems on the counter and drooled. He once had a general understanding of the currency of the wizarding world. Gringotts is not the only currency in the wizarding world.

bank, but it is the only one with the right to mint coins, and galleons are not pure gold, there is some kind of special magic mark in it.

"Please present your token and register your wand."

The goblin took the boy's admission letter and tapped the seal with his curved nails: "Hey, Hogwarts... Oh, you are a magic thief! In this case, you need to sign another repayment agreement."

The word "law thief" attracted a lot of attention, and several wizards nearby frowned. Lin Mo felt Hong Guoguo's blood discrimination, but he was mentally prepared when he read the history of magic.

Since there had been a Muggle War, no matter how long ago it was, spell-stealers like him who were born as Muggles in that era would certainly not have supported the wizarding world. Perhaps many magic-thieves had left the world that taught them magic.

Let’s put ourselves in the shoes of ordinary people. It’s understandable that such discrimination still exists in peaceful times.

After registering and signing the agreement with his wand, he transferred one thousand galleons to Professor Xicklea's treasury.

Lin Moke was very greedy for Professor Xike Leia's "online banking" account and "instant express delivery box", but unfortunately he couldn't even open a Gringotts account. He had to deposit at least one hundred gold galleons to open a wizard account.

, depositing a thousand gold galleons to qualify for renting a vault is still the minimum, let alone becoming a member of the Wizard Auction House.

When you have time, you have to think about how to make money.

After leaving Gringotts, he went to Galaxy Plaza again. This time he found the star logo of Elstar on the floor, took a group photo, inserted the memory card into the communicator, connected to the Estar star network and gave

Captain Dog sent a message:

"Everything is fine, don't think about it."

Cross-star information needs to be transmitted through star gates like starships. It takes a long time and is extremely expensive. Just a few words cost a full fifty galactic coins. By the time the captain and the others on Ael Star receive it, they will probably

It will be more than a month later.

At this time, the benefits of magic are reflected. He once saw the "owl" that delivered messages in this era in a magical pet shop. It is a magical creature called an eidolon. It is similar in size to an owl, but it has colorful phantom lights.

With his wings, it is said that he can apparate like a wizard, and it only takes a few days to send messages between different star fields. The only drawback is

He can't afford it.

After reporting safety to the Sea Snake Team, Lin Mo thought for a while and finally entered a few words on the map of the communication device:

"No. 4 Privet Drive".

Do you want to get in touch with Mr. Potter...

Lin Mo was quite regretful that he only saw little Harry's silhouette in the big market before.

The address obtained by searching is hundreds of kilometers away from here, but for Esta Star, which has developed transportation, it can only be regarded as a suburb of the ruling district. It doesn't take long to get there by taking the suspended train.

but……

After all, it was the protective wall built by Albus Dumbledore and Lily Potter for little Harry. Although he didn't like it there, for Harry, it was the safest place in the world, except for Lily's

In addition to the magical legacy, there is also the neighbor arranged by Dumbledore, Mrs. Figg, who raises cats, to protect her.

If he went to visit rashly, he might be considered to have evil intentions and attract Dumbledore's attention.

Let's wait until tomorrow, don't rush it for a while.

When I returned home, I found that Mr. Street Lamp had also appeared at the hotel early.

He was talking to a strange wizard in the front hall. The wizard had a twisted scar on the side of his face, as if it had been burnt by some evil flame. His eyes were therefore larger and smaller, but his look and voice said:

Unfailingly arrogant:

"Light No. 1, is this the resident you're talking about?"

"Yes, this month I guided a total of 6 children of law thieves. This month, Mr. Lin Mo also stayed in the hotel," the street lamp's voice was very respectful, but slightly uneasy: "Dear Mr. Inspector."

The big-eyed wizard known as the inspector ignored the street lights and turned to look at Lin Mo: "Are you the resident here?"

Lin Mo nodded.

"You're here just in time, go and pack your things."

"Huh?" The young man was stunned: "Why?"

"Where did all these problems come from? You should clean them up right away," the inspector said impatiently: "Because it has been unoccupied for a long time, on behalf of the Diagon Alley Market, I will close down and recycle this street lamp hotel."

"Why? I am the resident here!" Lin Mo glanced at Mr. Street Lamp and found that his light was very low.

"Stop talking nonsense, this hotel is an asset of the Wizards Alliance and is managed by our Big Market Affairs Office!" The inspector smiled crookedly: "Also, Street Lamp No. 1, you are the last guiding light in the Big Market.

Bar?"

"Yes, dear Mr. Inspector, there have been fewer and fewer law-stealing children in the past few decades. Most of the guiding lights have been transferred to other places to do other work. I am the only guiding light who is still in this position.

"The street lamp still bows respectfully to the lamp post.

"Hmph, it's long past time to abolish this kind of position that specializes in serving law thieves." The inspector knocked on the table: "No. 1 Street Light, you are fired. From now on, there will be no such profession as a street light in the big market."

"Well, how can this be done? What will happen to those children who steal the law? Who will show them the way?" Mr. Street Deng asked anxiously.

"There aren't many people anyway, let them find it slowly. There are so many magic signs. They don't have wizard relatives to guide them and they can't read the magic signs. How can they blame me? Don't you think so? The big market won't treat them

"Eat it," the inspector looked at Lin Mo and sneered, then said fiercely: "Or street lamp No. 1, do you think there are oversights in the management of our office?"

Mr. Street Lamp shook his lamp arm in fear and it dimmed:

"Where do you want to transfer me?"

"There is no other position for you. The Secretariat does not need trash like you. Find an antique shop and sell yourself!" He seemed to be amused by his own words. He grinned, his twisted scar face indescribably ugly.

.

Street Lamp sighed and did not argue.

He looked at Lin Mo and humbly asked the inspector in a low voice:

"Dear Mr. Inspector, please...can you give me one day's grace before taking back the hotel?"

"how?"

"Mr. Lin Mo will go to Hogwarts tomorrow morning. Please give him a day's grace and let him rest here for another night."

"Oh, you have nothing to worry about? I don't have time to accompany you!" The inspector took out his wand and gestured towards the direction upstairs: "You kid, you're not going to pack your things, are you? I'll help you!"

"There's a lot of debris and packages flying in!"

"Bang!!" Lin Mo heard something knocking open the door of his room, and then a stream of messy debris came in, crowded together in no order, squeezing into the backpack and cart that were flying at the end.

, and finally it landed in front of him with a clang.

Mr. Streetlight whispered beside him that this was really rude.

"Get out! Do you still want me to throw you out?" The inspector snorted coldly.

Lin Mo silently packed up his luggage and walked outside the store with Street Deng. He watched the inspector take out something that looked like a magic contract and put it on the door. After a moment, there was a soft sound and the hotel with only a small facade was revealed.

Suddenly it shrank into a small hanging lamp and was held by the inspector in his hand, leaving a small empty area.

"How much did you charge Lord Lucius?" the young man suddenly asked.

The "Five Hundred" inspector reacted and glared at Lin Mo fiercely: "This hotel should have been canceled long ago, even if you go to the Big Market Affairs Office, we have decided not to provide guidance services for law thieves!"

"Talk too much and you'll get the worst results!"

After saying that, he rolled up the hanging lamp and hurried away in the gray fog.

"It is indeed Lucius Malfoy..." Lin Mo pondered:

"I met him that day at Madam Malkin's Robe Shop. However, he probably didn't come for me. He just saw the guiding light and suppressed it casually. For him, clearing the guiding light is only needed by magic thieves.

With Streetlight Inn, it's probably as easy as chasing away a bug, and the price of five hundred Galleons is not worth mentioning."

He doesn't even need to contact him personally.

With just a hint, someone would naturally be working for the ancient Malfoy family. Perhaps Lucius at this time couldn't even remember that he had given such an instruction.

I wonder if the scar-faced inspector just now is also a clean Death Eater.

Understanding this, Lin Mo knew that he was not in danger for the time being, but Mr. Street Lamp looked very depressed, with his rusty lamp arm drooping and the flame of the wick dim, which made him quite uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Street Light, it's all because of me that you and the hotel are in trouble." He apologized.

The street lamp waved its arm: "The Secretariat has always wanted to cancel us, otherwise I wouldn't be the only guiding light in the whole big market. It's a pity that this hotel was here a long time ago. At that time, it was right

Corner Alley is not that high yet, and there are still many guests who are coming into contact with the magical world for the first time. Occasionally, children who cannot fit in the room even have to squeeze in the front hall..."

"Do you know why magic thieves have become so rare?" Lin Mo was puzzled. He could not find an explanation for this change in the book. Most wizards even enjoyed it and did not want to study the reasons behind it.

"I don't know. In the past few decades, well, probably since eighty or ninety years ago, the number of new spell-stealing children in Diagon Alley has become rare. Gradually, we can hardly see them anymore." Streetlight

Shake his head.

"Eighty or ninety years ago." Lin Mo secretly recorded the time.

It was getting late, and the bottom floor of the big market was even darker. In the dusk, Lin Mo looked at Mr. Street Lamp, and then at the large and small packages in front of him. A good idea suddenly flashed in his mind, and he said excitedly

:

"Mr. Street Lamp, if you have no other plans, why not..."

"Come to Hogwarts with me?!"