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It was really easy to get what he wanted. Carl watched the angry crowd walk away and followed them stealthily. He kept a distance and watched a group of people separate to look for Fule.

"Found it!" Someone suddenly shouted, which of course alarmed Carl in the dark. He quickly reacted and chased after them at the fastest speed.

Fule felt a headache when he saw the crowd catching up so quickly. He thought it should be delayed for at least 30 minutes, but now they caught up so early.

It's really...

When Fule was in a dilemma and didn't know where to escape, a pair of hands suddenly covered his mouth, "Shh, keep your voice down, let's run away."

A familiar figure appeared beside his ear, but he couldn't see the figure clearly. It was an invisibility cloak or a disembodied spell, Fule was not able to tell.

But this once again made him see the black-robed man's exquisite spells or amazing financial resources.

He was obedient and didn't say anything.

Then there was a spell of Disapparition, and he felt his figure gradually disappearing. His sudden disappearance confused the group of people who found him, but it was only a moment, about ten seconds, and the crowd reacted.

But before that, Fuerli was taken away by Carl to Apparition, just like driving a car. Although he would feel dizzy when the professor took him, it was much better to use it by himself, although it was a little dangerous. It was the first time for him to use it without safety supervision.

Professor Baburin looked at his talent and taught him a little, but that was all based on safety. He was indeed a little reckless when he used it when he was not proficient in Apparition.

But who made him a genius? Isn't it completely okay?

"Ah, sir, it's a good thing you saved me, otherwise I would definitely die..." Fuerli knew that he needed help now, so he tried his best to show his obedience, even though he was a rebel in his heart.

"You...are quite reckless." It was really hard for Carl to comment on Furrley's desperate publicity method. It was not that he was unsuccessful, but his success seemed to be a little unconventional.

He was beaten up by five people a few days ago, but he didn't have such courage. Now he was beaten up by thirty or forty people, and he could do this.

Was it because there were not enough five people last time, which affected his performance?

Carl's tone was a little playful.

"More praise." Furrley smiled, and he took off his black robe. Seeing that Carl didn't speak for a long time, his slightly relaxed heart suddenly lifted up, "Is there any problem? Sir, I think I did a good job. I didn't expose any of your information, and the publicity was very good. You should have seen it as soon as you entered Knockturn Alley today."

Furrley looked nervously at this man who was similar in size to him but had a strong deterrent power. For his suicide behavior, he simply commented that he was reckless without any merit or fault.

The other men didn't say anything. Furrley suspected that he was not perfect enough, so he was a little anxious.

"Look, although I'm in a very bad state now, I can deal with so many people with the blessing of your alchemical items. Although my spells are terrible, my body movements and other abilities are good. As long as I deal with them for a long enough time, those people will naturally not attack me, because it's not worth it, but they want to get benefits if they don't attack me, so naturally...", Fuerli said his idea. Seeking a deal in a low position will inevitably be looked down upon, and others need to beg him to trade, which is the best.

Fuerli really knows how to operate. The plan he said is indeed very radical, and you will die if you are not careful.

However, the plan is indeed feasible, radical but easy to use.

It's better to have a bad reputation than to be unknown, and it's still Knockturn Alley. There will always be bad people who want to cooperate because of the bad reputation. Carl thought about it for a while.

"What do you want to do to this extent?", If you are not nice, you are either a traitor or a thief. Carl has never taken off his black robe, so even if Fuerli is caught, he can't tell any information about him.

He is the only one who will be in danger.

A treacherous and mercenary businessman who cherishes his life and worships money. Although Carl can have a full meal every day by cooperating with him for a long time, is he doing this just to get a stable job?

"Money, sir, give me money!" Seeing that Carl took the initiative to bring up the topic, Fuerli simply stopped pretending and said to Carl straight to the point.

"Money? How much?" Carl looked at the man with red hair and golden eyes and asked in an inquiring tone.

"At least, this number." Fuerli raised three fingers. The number he said was three thousand gold galleons.This was probably his father's salary for several years. He knew that he was indeed a little greedy, but...

This money was barely enough for his mother and sister.

"Three..." Well... Carl had said that he didn't care about money, but that didn't mean he was a fool who spent money. He was thinking whether Fuerli deserved this amount of salary.

Looking at Carl's expression, Fuerli knew that Carl could afford it, but he was hesitating, wondering whether he deserved such a lot of money.

He knew that he probably didn't deserve it. He was only 21 years old, dropped out of school, and had a young sister and a mother who had an accident at home.

Except for his life, it seemed that there was nothing left.

"I can make an unbreakable curse with you for a lifetime. I can work for a lifetime to pay back this money. No matter what you ask me to do, I will do it." Fuerli could only bet his life. He was very risky to do so.

Because he was not sure what kind of person Carl was, Fuerli only identified him as a person he could rely on based on his subconscious spell casting skills and his decent style of tying people up and surrendering.

But in fact, no one knew what this person would be like in the future.

Carl looked at Fuerli, and his inner thoughts were...

There is such a good thing?

Isn't it too easy to get this cheap? Not to mention that what he wants to do for himself is very dangerous, even if it is not dangerous, Carl can buy out his life in one go, and he can use Unbreakable to let him work for him in the Muggle world for a lifetime. This amount of money may be earned in the first grade.

Wow, wizards are so easy to deceive...

Carl had a sense of déjà vu that he had kidnapped a fool to work in a black factory for him, but he still coughed reservedly, "That's no problem..."

Fuerli looked at Carl and stood up, subconsciously thinking that the other party would refuse, but Carl said no problem, and he opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Of course, after all, I am not at a disadvantage. For me, even if you fail, I won't lose anything more." Carl was speaking the truth, but he would definitely not let Fuerli fail.

He could see that Fuerli had good talent, but he didn't know why he was so weak. If he used props to package it, he could be a good storefront.

Compared with giving priority to those who have grown up, Carl still likes to take out a small broom to clean the corners, where there are often better things.

For Carl, he was quite satisfied with Fuerli's actions in the past few days. He thought that the mercenary businessman had such a crazy side.

This gave Carl the illusion that he had opened a hidden model, and.

Looking at Fuerli's eyes, Carl always felt that there was something else in his eyes besides shrewdness and calculation.

Is that madness just because of love of money? No way? If you don't have a life, it's useless to burn a golden urn with gold coins.

"But you don't need a lifetime unbreakable spell. I can't interfere with the judgment method of that kind of thing. There will be problems. I will give you money. The scope of the unbreakable spell is only when you perfectly implement the plan you said. Others are not needed." But Carl was not keen on setting an unbreakable spell.

This surprised Fuerli, "But...", there might be risks, don't you care?

Fuerli has almost thought of the worst result he can think of, such as the black robe man is a black wizard disguised as a decent person, and he has to sell his soul to do dirty work for him for a lifetime.

Although he has sold a lot now.

But Carl said that there is no need to build an unbreakable spell, this...

"The judgment of this kind of thing will be very confusing, greatly reducing a person's subjective initiative, and it doesn't seem worth it. I can't control the judgment of unbreakable, but I can control myself." Fuerli didn't understand what Carl said. He nodded in agreement, not quite understanding. Who cares? Even if the black robe man is a riddle man, he has money.

"The general meaning is that if the Unbreakable Curse is used too widely, it will restrict people from exerting their powers and turn them into handy tools, which would be a pity." For example, if Furrley is doing something that is not good for Carl now, but there will be amazing returns after a while, how can you let the Unbreakable Curse determine whether Furrley is good or bad for Carl?

No matter how you judge, there will always be a time when you can't judge, this is the difference between objects, tools and people.

Of course, this is the level of interests. On a deeper level, Carl, as an individual with a free soul, will feel sad to erase the free soul of others.

"Although I don't know why you need so much money, but I have no intention of exploring your affairs. Since you have a feasible plan, I will give you what you want. You must remember what you said. Come on, the Unbreakable Curse. ", Carl stretched out his wand, which was still the snow-white wand he took from Fuerli.

As a seller, Fuerli certainly knew that this wand was just a slightly better one among the inferior products.

But when it was in Carl's hand, why did he feel that it...

"Oh, but since it's not a lifelong sale, how about 10,000? Of course, if you do well, I will give you some consumption or something. "

Furley was originally looking at Carl's wand, but when he heard Carl say ten thousand, he quickly pulled his thoughts out.

"Okay...", he felt his voice trembled a little, ten thousand...

Did he hear it wrong or something else? He couldn't be dreaming.

While Furrley was stunned, Carl waved his wand, and the two performed an unbreakable spell. Carl gave Furrley ten thousand gold galleons, and Furrley helped Carl complete his plan in Knockturn Alley, and there was nothing else.

Hmm...wait, Furrley looked at the generated unbreakable spell, his brain was still in a state of crash, He was stunned for a while.

He just reacted.

What? Ten thousand? After Forli finished the Unbreakable Curse, his brain suddenly came to his senses, but he didn't shout out in surprise. He couldn't act so useless.

Carl looked at the terms and nodded slightly. He turned around and planned to take Forli to Gringotts to exchange coins. He had a lot of gold in his hands. As a circulating mineral, it could of course be used to exchange for gold galleons.

This was actually more convenient for Carl. If Carl was not a wizard, he couldn't spend so much gold with the system. He probably had to go into Money laundering and other activities.

In the magic world, it is a piece of cake. After all, Gringotts will not ask where the gold comes from. As long as it is not a product of magic, there is no problem. After all, there are hidden families, and Gringotts will not inquire about their sources of money.

And Fuerli, who watched Carl turn his head, silently gritted his teeth behind his back. He was afraid that he would shout out in excitement. He thought that he had been killing fish in RT-Mart for ten years, and his heart should have been like...

Oh no, he had been a black businessman in the magic world for three or four years. No matter what happened, it would not shock him, but it was never Thinking of it...

A rich, decent man inexplicably offered an olive branch to him who had nothing. He had already decided to climb up along this olive branch.

Who would have thought that when he climbed to one-tenth, he would accidentally discover that the material of this olive branch was still pure gold. Forgive him for climbing a little slowly at the beginning...

He could have told him earlier. If he had known it when they met, he would have just used a broom to fly up, which would have been faster!!!

"It's still late now. I'll take you to Gringotts. You are so weak that you might be blocked after exchanging the money." It was not Carl's malicious speculation, but after all, the money was too much.

"No, there is no need to exchange 10,000 at a time. I can exchange it in batches slowly. ", of course he didn't need that much money. He had originally thought of spending it in batches, but now...

It feels really good to get rich overnight.

Carl looked at Fuleli and nodded, without saying anything else. He looked at the amount in the data column, and the recent gold exchange rate flashed through his mind. He immediately took out gold that could be exchanged for 10,000 gold galleons. It didn't look like much, just a small piece, but it was pure gold.

Fuleli looked at it

With this, he could solve half of the problem.