Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

"What?" Harry was so shocked by Vivian's words that he was dumbfounded, feeling as if his worldview had instantly collapsed.

Those adorable flower fairies were targeting him... because he had money? Was the adult world really this realistic?

"Absolutely true, otherwise how would we trick those little brats into spending money in the shop? This is our shop's little secret, you have to keep it to yourself," Vivian continued with a hint of cunning in her eyes, "So, the boss of our shop is really black-hearted, you have to be careful if you ever run into him!"

After hearing Vivian's words, Harry didn't know what to think, standing there in a daze for a long time before finally reacting, "Oh, I understand."

"By the way, let me tell you another little secret!" Vivian seemed to have a good impression of this shy little boy, and whispered, "See those blind boxes, how they're all different colors? When you go to draw one, look for the least popular colors, those are more likely to have good stuff inside!"

"Ah, really? There's a trick like that?" Harry's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he looked at Vivian with a nervous expression.

"Of course, just remember, the uglier and dirtier the blind box looks, the higher the chance of getting something good inside, Auntie wouldn't lie to you," Vivian said with a smile, scratching Harry's little head.

Of course, this was just a higher probability, Vivian thought to herself with a chuckle, she felt that Anduin's business acumen was becoming more and more shrewd, with all sorts of money-making schemes emerging endlessly.

Take these blind boxes for example, Anduin initially spent thousands of Galleons just making these boxes, and Vivian laughed at him for wasting money, but ever since launching the blind box business, business had been booming, and he had recouped the costs in less than a month.

And Harry, after receiving Vivian's information, couldn't help but feel tempted to try his luck again, thinking this, he slowly approached the blind box sales counter, and Hagrid, seeing this, didn't stop him, still chatting casually with Vivian next to him.

When Harry finally squeezed through the noisy crowd next to him and reached the front of the counter, he discovered that the salesman inside was actually a big dog!

At this moment, this dog was efficiently helping the surrounding young wizards exchange for the blind boxes they wanted, these blind boxes filled the cabinets behind him, and even the ground and under his butt were pressed down by quite a few.

At the same time, these square boxes looked colorful, almost each one was different, some had simple geometric or animal patterns on them, while others were covered in various colored patches as if they were randomly scribbled.

Of course, there were also solid-colored blind boxes, but even these blind boxes had very subtle color variations, Harry saw seven or eight different shades of red alone.

"Hey kid, see anything you like? If you've decided, hurry up and choose, don't just stand here blocking the way!" Noticing Harry at the front just staring blankly at the surrounding blind boxes, Hogg couldn't help but shout at him.

"Ah! Oh!" Seeing that this dog could not only work, but even speak, Harry was also startled, but after discovering that everyone else around him was indifferent to the fact that he could speak, Harry could only temporarily suppress the curiosity in his heart.

"Uh, I want to buy 4 blind boxes!" Harry imitated the young wizard he had seen before, took out a handful of money from his pocket, and shouted loudly at the counter.

"Okay, 4 blind boxes are 2 Galleons and 6 Sickles in total, which ones do you want, tell me quickly!" Hogg efficiently gave Harry his change, and then couldn't help but urge him, there were just too many customers around, and some people were already urging him from the side.

"Um, can I choose the one you're sitting on?" Harry pointed to a dark blue blind box under Hogg, which he was using as a cushion, and looked at him with some trepidation.

"Hehe, another one trying to get lucky, do you think that the blind box I'm sitting on must have something good inside?" Hogg smiled cunningly, then unhesitatingly pushed the blind box under him in front of Harry, and then casually grabbed a box from the side and sat down on it as a chair.

Did he really just randomly choose a blind box to sit on? Ever since Harry's conversation with Vivian, he had always felt that there might be something hidden inside.

For example, the people in the shop would hide good stuff in the corners and edges, but looking at Hogg's reaction, it didn't seem to be quite what he imagined.

"Then help me get that gray one, the half-black and half-green one, and that khaki one." After hesitating for a moment, Harry pointed to the other three blind boxes that he thought were very ugly.

"Oh? You want these? You have a good eye..." Hogg took out the blind boxes that Harry had chosen, and couldn't help but look at him with a teasing gaze.

And Harry, after receiving these blind boxes, didn't continue to talk, just hugged them nervously and ran to the side.

"Phew, I don't know if what that fast-talking auntie said is accurate, these blind boxes look so ugly." Harry spread these boxes flat on the ground, and then first took out the earliest dark blue box that Hogg had used as a stool.

After forcefully opening the lid, Harry curiously looked down inside, and then found that the box was empty, and the bottom was a chaotic black, looking like a layer of black smoke.

Harry scratched his head in confusion, then turned the box over and shook it hard, but nothing happened.

"Empty? It shouldn't be." Harry muttered in confusion.

"What are you doing? Why don't you open the blind box after buying it, is this some new luck-changing ritual?" Before Harry could do anything, a childish voice came from beside him.

"Ah?" Harry heard someone talking to him, and quickly looked up nervously.

Then he realized that next to him, at some point, stood a boy about his age, with red hair and freckles on his face, who was now staring at him with wide eyes, and he was also holding several blind boxes in his hand, it seemed that he had just bought them and was looking for a place to open them.

"Luck-changing... ritual?" Harry heard what the boy just said, and asked back in confusion.

"Yeah, it's popular recently to chant spells before opening the box, it's said to increase the luck of getting good stuff, before that, it was to carry a four-leaf clover, of course, I've tried that method, it doesn't seem to work very well."

The red-haired boy shrugged his shoulders with a pout, "What, isn't this your latest luck-changing ritual? Let me try it too..."

After saying that, the little boy also spread the blind boxes on the ground, and then imitated Harry's previous appearance, opened the box, shook it with the opening facing down, and then reached his hand inside.

"Just a bottle of owl soda." After seeing the item he took out, the little boy curled his lips in disgust, "What, your luck-changing ritual doesn't seem to work very well either."

After saying that, he picked up another blind box, and then muttered incantations, "Praise the Silver Lightning!"

Then he reached his hand inside again, and then took out a hand-held makeup mirror in front of Harry.

After seeing this mirror, the little boy suddenly cheered happily, "Haha, I got something good! It's a 'Child Mirror'! George was right, chanting spells is the most useful."

"Child Mirror? What is that?" Harry saw that the other party had actually drawn something after chanting a spell, and couldn't help but look at him with envy.

"This is a Child Mirror, it's also on the shop shelves, in this mirror, you can see yourself as a child, this thing costs 3 Galleons to buy directly!"

After cheering, the red-haired boy turned the mirror around and pointed it at Harry, and then Harry saw a three- or four-year-old kid in the mirror, with the same hairstyle and clothes as he was now, but with a chubby and cute face.

But not knowing if it was just his eyes playing tricks on him, Harry found that there seemed to be another self in the mirror, but that face completely overlapped with his face, and he could only see a faint shadow from the edge.

Harry closed his eyes and shook his head hard, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that the shadow had disappeared, as if it was just his illusion.

This little episode didn't disturb Harry's interest in exploring the blind boxes, he saw that the boy opposite him had actually gotten something after chanting a spell, which made him want to try it too.

"Praise the Silver Lightning!" Harry muttered softly, and then imitated him by reaching his hand into the blind box.

Then he felt as if his hand had reached into a deep pit, until he had completely put his entire arm in and couldn't feel the bottom.

Then Harry groped back and forth for a while by touch, and then felt as if he had grabbed something out of thin air.

This kind of magical experience of personally exploring the unknown was something Harry had never experienced before, which made him feel more and more excited, but when he took his hand out of the blind box, he found that he was only holding a common mug.

"Your spell doesn't seem to work either..." Harry looked at the boy next to him with a suspicious look while holding the mug, he felt that the other party's ability to draw something good was probably just luck.

"Of course it doesn't work if you're not sincere." The red-haired boy stared with a serious face, "Listen to me, you have to pray to the Silver Lightning from the bottom of your heart, if you're not sincere, you won't only not get good stuff, you might even get a pile of useless garbage."

It seemed that the previous attempt had given the red-haired boy a taste of success, and this guy was actually self-hypnotized and very sure about the so-called spell.

Then he once again muttered 'Praise the Silver Lightning' with a pious face to draw a prize, but the result was a bit unsatisfactory, basically all of them were some low-value miscellaneous items, the only useful one was that 'Child Mirror'.

"Strange, why doesn't it work suddenly? It must be that the spell I chanted wasn't accurate enough, Fred always laughs at my pronunciation, um, that must be it, no way! I still want to buy!"

After self-criticizing, the red-haired boy rushed into the crowd in front of the counter with a look of resentment, and the blind boxes that had been drawn on the ground disappeared into thin air after a while.