Mastering Thunder from Hogwarts

"What?" Harry was stunned by Vivian's words, and he felt as if his outlook on life had collapsed instantly.

Those cute flower fairies are targeting him...because he has money? Is the adult world so real?

"It's absolutely true. Otherwise, how could we trick those little brats into spending money in the store? This is our store's little secret. You have to keep it secret for us." Vivian continued with a hint of cunning in her eyes,

"So, the owner of our store has a dark heart. You should be careful if you encounter him in the future!"

After listening to Vivian's words, Harry didn't know what he was thinking. He stayed there for a long time, and it took him a while to realize, "Oh, I know."

"By the way, let me tell you another little secret!" Vivian seemed to have a good impression of this shy little boy, and whispered softly, "Look at those blind boxes, are they all colorful? You go and smoke them.

When the time comes, look for the ones with the most unpopular colors, as it’s easier to find good stuff there!”

"Ah, is it true? Is there such a trick?" Harry immediately became energetic after hearing this, and looked at Vivian with a worried look on his face.

"It's natural. Anyway, you just need to remember that the uglier and dirtier the blind box is, the higher the probability of good things inside. Auntie won't lie to you." Vivian smiled and scratched Harry's little head.

brain.

Of course, this is just a relatively high probability. Vivian secretly laughed inwardly. She felt that Anduin's business acumen was becoming more and more astute, and various methods of defrauding money were emerging in an endless stream.

Let’s talk about these blind boxes. In the beginning, Anduin spent thousands of galleons just to make these boxes. Vivian even laughed at him for wasting money. However, since the blind box business was launched, the business has been extremely popular.

The cost was recovered within a month.

After Harry got Vivian's information, he couldn't help but want to try it again. Thinking of this, he slowly leaned towards the counter selling blind boxes. Hagrid next to him didn't stop him when he saw this.

He was still chatting about home affairs with Vivian next to him.

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

At this time, the dog was moving neatly to help the little wizards around him exchange the blind boxes they were interested in. These blind boxes were piled up in the cupboard behind the other party, and there were even many on the ground and under the buttocks.

At the same time, these square boxes look colorful, and almost each one is different. Some have simple geometric or animal patterns painted on them, while others have random graffiti with patches of various colors.

Of course, there are also solid-color blind boxes, but even these blind boxes have very finely divided colors. Harry saw seven or eight different reds alone.

"Boy, do you like which one? If you're sure, pick it quickly. Don't just stand in the road in a daze!" Hogg couldn't help but caught a glimpse of Harry at the front, who was just observing the blind boxes around him.

He yelled a few words.

"Ah! Oh!" Harry was shocked to see that this dog could not only work, but also talk. However, after discovering that other people around him were indifferent to the fact that the other party could talk, Harry could only

It can temporarily suppress the curiosity in my heart.

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

"Okay, the four blind boxes total 2 Galleons and 6 Sickles. Which one do you like? Tell me quickly!" Hoag neatly gave Harry the money, and then couldn't help but urge, he couldn't help the guests around him.

There were too many, and there were even people nearby urging me.

"Well, can I also choose the one sitting under your butt?" Harry pointed to a dark blue blind box under Hogg that he used as a cushion, and looked at him with some anxiety.

"Hey, here's another chicken thief. Do you think there must be something good in the blind box I'm sitting on?" Hogg smiled cunningly, and then pushed the blind box under him without hesitation.

In front of Harry, he then casually pulled a box from the side and used it as a chair to sit on.

Did he really choose a blind box to sit in at random? Ever since he talked with Vivian, Harry always felt that there might be something fishy hidden in it.

For example, people in the store would put good things in corners and corners, but Hogg's reaction seemed to be different from what he imagined.

"Then help me with the gray one, the half-black and half-green one, and the khaki one." After struggling for a moment, Harry pointed to the other three blind boxes that looked very ugly to him.

"Oh? Do you want these? You have a good eye..." After Hogg took out a few blind boxes that Harry selected, he couldn't help but look at him with a teasing look.

Harry did not continue talking after taking the blind boxes, but just ran to the side nervously holding them.

"Huh, I don't know if the aunt who talks very fast is right. These blind boxes look so ugly." Harry spread the boxes flat on the ground, and then took out the earliest one that was blocked by Hogg.

A dark blue box used as a stool.

After forcefully opening the lid of the box, Harry lowered his head curiously and looked inside. Then he found that the box was empty, and the bottom was a chaotic black that looked like a layer of black smoke.

Harry scratched his head in confusion, then turned the box over and shook it vigorously, and found that nothing happened.

"Empty? Probably not." Harry muttered in confusion.

"What are you doing? Why don't you smoke the blind box after you bought it? Is this some new transfer ritual?" Before Harry could make any move, another childish voice came from beside him.

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

Then he realized that there was a boy about the same age as himself standing next to him. He had red hair and dots of freckles on his face. He was looking at him with wide eyes at the same time.

The other party also held several blind boxes in his hand. It looked like he had just bought them and was looking for a place to draw the prize.

"Transfer...transfer ceremony?" Harry asked in confusion after hearing what the boy just said.

"Well, recently it has become popular to recite a spell before opening the box. It is said that it will increase the luck of drawing good things. Earlier, it was used to wear a four-leaf clover on the body. Of course, I have tried that method, and it seems that the effect is not obvious."

The red-haired boy curled his lips and shrugged, "Why, isn't this your latest transfer ritual? Let me try it too..."

After that, the little boy also spread the blind boxes on the ground, then opened them like Harry did before, shook the box mouth downward, and then put his hand in again.

"It's just a bottle of Owl soda." After seeing the item he took out, the little boy curled his lips in disgust, "What? Your transfer ritual doesn't seem to work very well."

After that, he picked up another blind box and muttered, "Praise the silver lightning!"

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

After seeing the mirror, the little boy suddenly cheered happily, "Haha, it's shipped! It's a 'children's mirror'! What George said is indeed right, chanting a spell is the most useful thing."

"Children's mirror? What is this?" Harry saw that the other person actually pulled out something after chanting the spell, and couldn't help but look at the other person with envy.

"This is a children's mirror. It's also available on store shelves. In this mirror, you can see yourself as a child. It costs 3 Galleons to buy it directly!"

After cheering, the red-haired boy pointed the mirror at Harry, and Harry saw a three- or four-year-old kid in the mirror. His hairstyle, clothes, and everything were exactly the same as him, but his face was fleshy.

Dudu's cute look.

But maybe it was due to dazzling eyesight, Harry found that there seemed to be another version of himself in the mirror, but that face completely overlapped with his, and only a faint shadow could be seen from the edge.

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

This small episode did not disturb Harry's interest in exploring the blind box. He saw that the boy opposite actually got something after chanting the spell, which made him want to try it too.

"Praise to the silver lightning!" Harry muttered softly, and then put his hand into the blind box in the same manner.

Then he felt as if his hand had reached into a deep pit, until he reached his entire arm in and could not touch the ground.

Then Harry fished back and forth with his sense of touch for a while, and then he felt as if he had caught something out of thin air.

This kind of magic of exploring the unknown with his own hands was something Harry had never experienced before, which made him more and more excited. However, when he took his hand out of the blind box, he found that what he was holding was just a ubiquitous bird.

mug.

"Your spell doesn't seem to be working either..." Halli slid the mug and looked at the boy next to him with a suspicious look on his face. He felt that it was just luck that the other person could draw something.

"Of course you are not smart if you are not sincere." The red-haired boy stared seriously, "Listen to me, you have to pray to Silver Lightning from the bottom of your heart. If you are not sincere, not only will you not be able to get good things, but you may also get more.

Got a bunch of useless garbage."

It seemed that the red-haired boy had tasted the benefits of his recent attempt. This guy actually became convinced of the so-called spell like a self-hypnosis.

Then he muttered the 'Praise for Silver Lightning' raffle again with a pious look on his face, but the results were a bit unsatisfactory. They were basically some sundries of low value, and the only useful thing was the 'children's mirror'.

"It's strange, why suddenly it doesn't work again? It must be that the spell I recited is not accurate enough. Fred always laughs at my pronunciation. Well, that must be the case, no! I still want to buy it!"

After criticizing himself, the red-haired boy rushed into the crowd in front of the counter with an angry look on his face, and the blind boxes on the ground that had been smoked disappeared into thin air after a while.