The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Beer... no more.

The magazine...is gone.

Happiness is gone!

Delis' expression darkened visibly to the naked eye. The counter in front of him was filled with large and small coins, with gold Galleons, Silver Sickles, and Copper Nuts stacked on top of each other.

Now there is not a single Knut left in Dellux's wallet. But it's still a little short of 20 Galleons. To be precise, it's seven galleons, nine kilos, and twelve kats.

This can't be blamed on Delis, he can carry 20 Galleons with him which is already very impressive. Naya next to her had no intention of borrowing money. She was poorer than Delis, and her monthly expenses on skin care products were not a small amount.

Delis pondered for a moment and took out the canary biscuits and magic wand. He planned to return these two items so that he would have enough money to pay the deposit.

"No need." Tom waved his hand and pushed the thing back.

"I believe in your credibility. Twelve Galleons is enough." Tom accepted the deposit, mainly to collect the cost, in case Delis suddenly changed his mind and did not want this alchemy creation, and he had to pay for the materials. .

Delis breathed a sigh of relief.

Tom then took out two rolls of parchment from under the counter.

"Sign the contract."

When signing the contract, Delis made a slight correction to the details of the alchemical creation: he wanted to make a ring, not a glove.

No problem on Tom's part. The two parties signed the contract quickly. Delis put away the contract and left Poni's alchemy workshop with Naya.

Tom remained in the workshop for the remainder of the time until Mr. Pony returned.

Ding! Even in the studio, the sound of the welcome bell is clearly audible. Hearing the bell ring, Tom walked out of the studio and saw Mr. Pony walking in with excitement on his face.

"How is business today?" he asked casually.

"I received two orders, both of them came to me to make rings."

"Congratulations." Mr. Pony did not regret missing the business. He waved to Tom and motioned for him to come over. When Tom got closer, he placed a suitcase on the checkout counter like a treasure.

"Come, look at the treasure I received for a big price!" Mr. Pony had a look of pride on his face. "This is a prototype designed by the top artist in the non-magical world, the most experienced in London. A sculpture handmade by a master... Finally, the top transfiguration master in the magic world gave her life, and finally, I, the top alchemist, gave her power - this is my alchemy doll: Purple Rain Heart."

Lying in the box was a very delicate doll, about a foot long, with long beige hair, wearing a pair of red-soled black high-heeled shoes, and a white mink on the black tights. The figure also has a small model of an automatic rifle on hand.

Tom:? ? ?

"I saw it in a Muggle place before. I fell in love at first sight and couldn't forget it. I finally saved up enough money to buy it a few days ago. Today I made an appointment with the transfiguration master to make her a moveable doll..." Mr. Pony started to introduce it nonstop. He learned the origin of the doll in his box.

Tom heard this with shock on his face. He didn't know who the top painter in the non-magical world and the most experienced master in London was. This top transfiguration master in the magical world couldn't be Professor McGonagall, right? !

Also, is this kind of doll really convenient to display in public?

"I'm going to make alchemy. You can continue to look at the store - just wait until five o'clock to get off work." Mr. Pony put away the box and went to work in the studio with brisk steps.

Only Tom, whose cognition was refreshed, stayed in the store to look after the store.

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Delis and Naya, who left the alchemy workshop, had no intention of continuing their investigation. They then randomly checked several shops in Knockturn Alley and returned to the Ministry of Magic.

"Two hundred galleons, Delis, you are really generous." Naya sighed while waiting for the elevator.

Delis didn't want to talk to her.

Damn stinky bitch, I told you to mind your own business!

"A rich person, unlike me, can only afford 20 Galleons gloves..." Naya touched the gloves on her hands and couldn't put them down.

Delis rolled his eyes and decided to switch shifts with his colleagues. During the summer vacation, he would go to the World Cup stadium to work more and earn some overtime pay and field service fees.

The elevator creaked as it reached the second floor.

[The second level, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, includes the Department for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic, the Auror Command and the Wizengamot Management Agency. 】

Delis and Naya walked out of the elevator together. They turned a corner, passed through two heavy oak doors, and entered a messy and noisy open area divided into many small compartments. This area was extremely lively, and people inside were chatting and laughing. Notes carrying messages flew in and out of the cubicles like miniature rockets. This is where Dolith and Naya work: Auror Command.

The walls of each cubicle were covered with things by the Aurors, from the heads of wanted wizards - Sirius was a regular visitor here before - to posters of their favorite Quidditch teams, to their Pictures of family members and even newspaper clippings from the Aurors themselves. It can be said to be diverse and all-encompassing.

An old lion-like wizard appeared in front of them. His tawny hair and thick eyebrows were mixed with streaks of gray, and behind his gold-rimmed glasses were a pair of sharp yellow eyes. His legs and feet are not very nimble when he walks, and he feels a little lame, but this disability does not hinder his coolness. Anyone who sees him for the first time will notice that he is a sharp and tough guy.

This man was Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office.

"Follow me." He motioned for the two of them to follow him to the small conference room next to them to report on the mission.

"So there is nothing abnormal at all?" After listening to the report, a trace of displeasure flashed across Scrimgeour's face. He knew the nature of those merchants in Knockturn Alley very well. For the sake of gold galleons, they dare to do anything.

Scrimgeour had a very bad impression of these merchants. In his eyes, if black magic items were searched, he was the evil Knockturn Alley merchant. If no black magic items were found, he was the treacherous and cunning Knockturn Alley merchant.

"What's in your robe?" Scrimgeour noticed that the pockets of his men's robes seemed to be bulging with something.

"Ah, yes, the two of us discovered a very interesting new store." Just facing the high pressure from the director, Delis was so nervous that he even forgot about the alchemy workshop, and he didn't think of it until now.

He quickly fiddled with his robe and took out the contents.

Scrimgeour looked down: a second-hand wand, a box of biscuits, and a teapot.

Scrimgeour:?

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