Hogwarts: The Book of Laws

In an alley not far from the second-hand store, Lean lifted the disillusionment spell and took out the bag of coins from his seamless stretch pocket.

Disguising himself, Rean struggled to pick up the bag and head to the second-hand store.

The sharp-eyed doorman of the second-hand shop had already seen Lien in advance and ran inside with a look of horror on his face.

Soon, Butch, the manager of the second-hand store, stood at the door.

"Dear Mr. Sacco, Drier Trading House welcomes you." After saying that, Butch gave an elegant gentlemanly salute.

No need to be disrespectful. Last time, the young gentleman in front of him came to trade with some good chairs. Originally, Butch wanted to swallow this batch of goods, but he didn't expect to encounter a tough problem.

After the transaction was completed, he sent more than a dozen good men to chase Lien, but in the end those people came back, but they forgot what they were going out for.

This sent a chill down Butch's back, fearing that he might accidentally provoke some devil or the like.

Westerners are always devout in their faith.

Butch has been going to church to pray almost every day for the past two days, which is really ridiculous.

An executioner covered in blood went to a holy church to pray for God's forgiveness.

"Mr. Sacco, I wonder what the deal is for coming here this time?" Butch looked at Lean with a flattering face, but he kept getting discouraged in his heart.

He really didn't want to face this mysterious figure, but he was also afraid that the person he was receiving wasn't sensible enough. If you offend this person then, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Bang!"

The sack made a loud noise when it hit the ground, startling everyone.

Butch signaled to one of his men standing nearby, and the man who received the signal stepped forward, carefully picked up the sack, then poured out all the contents with the mouth of the bag facing down.

Instantly, there was a sound of metal hitting the floor, and everyone's eyes were focused on it.

"Convert all this money into gold, and follow the rules." Rean used magic to change his voice, which sounded a little vicissitudes of life.

"By the way, there is also this ring, let's change it together." After saying that, Lien threw a ruby ​​ring on the pile of coins.

When Butch saw the ruby ​​and diamond ring, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he used all his strength to slowly pull out an extremely ugly smile and said: "Mr. Sacco...please don't worry... ··We...will work hard...please rest assured.”

"You damn bastards, didn't you see that Mr. Sacco was thirsty? Why don't you go get some tea? And you, you ungrateful people, didn't you hear what Mr. Sacco said? Exchange these things into gold, do you understand?"

Butch turned around and started shouting loudly, kicking and slapping him from time to time.

Under Butch's scolding, everyone began to get busy. The one who poured the tea poured the tea, the one who cleaned the coins cleaned the coins, and Butch even found a pretty woman to start beating Lean's back and pinching his legs.

But Rean waved his hand and asked them all to leave from him.

"Mr. Sacco, do you have any dissatisfaction?" Seeing Lean driving away the person who was serving him, Butch stepped forward and asked cautiously.

"No, I'm just not used to so many people surrounding me. It makes me feel a little unsafe. I think you should understand, Mr. Butch." Lean moved closer to Butch and whispered. .

"Yes, yes, Mr. Sacco, if you please." Butch said with a smile.

Although all Lien brought was some change, there were quite a few people from the second-hand store, and the quantity was quickly counted.

"Mr. Sacco, the total is twelve thousand pounds. According to the market price, it can be exchanged for about 975 grams of gold. I make the decision and give you a whole kilogram. What do you think?" Butch kept asking in front of Lean. Nod and bow.

"By the way, that ring is not easy to value. If you don't mind, I will accept the two kilograms of gold as a friend."

After saying that, Butch stared at Lean, fearing that Lean would be dissatisfied.

"Mr. Butch, I remember, don't you charge half of the exchange fee for this money? Why, you look down on me?" Lean's words, which were neither happy nor sad, made Butch's shiny forehead sweat start to ooze out.

"No, it's just compensation for offending you last time." Butch kept laughing along with him, which made Lean feel like he was punched in cotton.

But now that the goal is achieved and the benefits are there, don’t be too greedy.

Lean nodded slightly. Butch was overjoyed and handed a small black cloth belt to Lean.

"Go slowly. By the way, the police have set up sentries on the main street of Clear. There is also a team patrolling the alleys about every three hours. Please be careful." Just when Lean was about to step out, Butch Rean's words came to mind behind his back.

Rean nodded to show that he understood.

Watching Lean walk away, Butch slowly breathed a sigh of relief, took out a handkerchief from the pocket of his expensive suit, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Boss, isn't he just a little kid? Are you so afraid of him?" The secretary-like person who had been standing behind Butch asked.

After hearing this question, everyone pricked up their ears and began to pay attention to the situation here.

Butch glanced at it and immediately understood what his men were thinking. He said in a slightly louder voice: "Did you see that ruby ​​and diamond ring? That is Charlie's favorite ring. Charlie always wears it. superior."

"I remember that someone once accidentally touched Charlie's diamond ring, and Charlie beat that person to death." After a pause, Butch continued.

"Boss, what do you mean..."

"If Charlie didn't die, there would be absolutely no way that diamond ring would appear here."

Butch made his words clear, and suddenly there was a gasp from all around.

"Boss, why don't we confess to the police? The police said that as long as someone provides clues, they will forget about it." As soon as Butch finished speaking, a clever guy jumped out.

Butch looked over and saw a thin and short man smiling smugly.

When the man saw Butch looking over, he thought his idea was approved by Butch, so he became even more proud.

Butch walked towards him, stood in front of the man, raised his hand and slapped him hard.

"Boss, I'm sorry. It's my fault in discipline. Please punish me." A little leader immediately stood next to him.

The little leader did not shirk responsibility and directly took the blame. He knew that Butch would be reluctant to scold such subordinates, because Butch liked subordinates who had the courage to shoulder responsibilities.

But this time he obviously miscalculated, and Butch gave him a hard slap, and then said to his secretary: "Take these two people away. I feel upset when I see them. Since they are so good at talking, Let them finish talking today and stop talking in the future.”

Ignoring the two people's whining and begging for mercy, Butch turned to everyone and said: "I know some people are thinking why I want to deal with these two stupid guys, and I will tell you the reason now."

"Because their advice will destroy the entire trading house, we may be able to ask for help from the police, but can we always ask for help? When the prey relaxes, that's when the trapper strikes."

"How are we better than the Charlie Gang? The Charlie Gang was destroyed in that man's hands, let alone us?"

"Perhaps some of you may think that he is just a child and cannot be the mastermind behind the downfall of the Charlie Gang. But, do you dare to bet?"

"Thinking about your beautiful wife and lovely children, do you dare to bet?"

Butch's words made everyone fall into silence. After a long time, someone took the lead in returning to the trading house and started working.

The first one will be followed by the second. Slowly, all employees have returned to their posts.

Butch was right, they didn't dare to gamble, they couldn't afford to lose.

Life on Clear Street is already dark enough, and getting into such a big trouble at this time will undoubtedly make it worse.

So everyone chose silence.

On the other side, after leaving the trading house, Lien did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he used the Disguise Curse to hide aside.

After waiting for about five or six minutes, after making sure that no one was chasing him, Lien slowly walked back to the tree hole.

Take out the gold nuggets from the Wuhen stretch pocket and put them together with the gold from the last transaction and the gold and silver treasures of Charlie's gang.

The mountain-like treasure emits a bewitching light under the light.

Rean just looked at it for a while and then left. He hadn't practiced magic for several days.

If you sail against the current, you will retreat if you don't advance, and the same is true for the practice of magic.

Time passes, night falls, and the bright moon shines in the sky.

Rean sat on the dining table and slowly tasted the food on the table.

This is the first time Li En has eaten Chinese food since he traveled back two years.

In the afternoon, Lien went to London's Chinatown and bought some ingredients and seasonings.

Perhaps because of Lean's sensible appearance when he went out to buy food alone at such a young age, those aunts were very enthusiastic towards Lean and added a little extra to every dish for Lean.

Rean felt a warmth that he hadn't seen in a long time.

After dinner, Rean washed the pots and dishes and then went back to bed.

After solving the hatred of Charlie's gang, and the second-hand shop was willing to mediate, now Lean no longer has any nostalgia for the Muggle world.

Let's renovate this place tomorrow. We have to live there for another two years.

Thinking of this, Lien suddenly lost his sleep. He got up from the bed, sat on the desk in the bedroom, and began to write and draw.

"We can build a fireplace. Make a note of it first. There is also the ventilation problem, which must be solved at that time. By the way, the kitchen fumes are also needed."

"You have to buy a sofa and some books. It will always be helpful to draw parallels."

"The study needs to be set up with a traceless extension spell and a few more bookshelves. The stronghold needs to... wait, it doesn't seem appropriate to call it a stronghold anymore, so let's call it a home. The home also needs to add some defensive magic and traps."

Lean wrote as he spoke, making corrections from time to time. Two hours later, Lien stretched himself, looked at the plan he had written, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Good night, Lean." Lean said to himself while lying on the bed, and then turned out the light.