The Infinite Journey of the Sage

Chapter 027 Uncut Jade

At night, in a high-end restaurant by the Thames, Keilal ordered a herbed cod steak, while Hermione ordered a pan-fried lamb chop and ate it slowly.

There were many paper bags at the feet of the two of them, which were the clothes they bought today.

Next to Kelar's plate was a glass of champagne, and next to Hermione's was a glass of strawberry juice.

You must know that in this cold winter, if you want to drink a cup of 100% pure strawberry juice, a cup will cost thirty pounds.

This is a fine dining restaurant without a doubt.

It's normal to spend hundreds or thousands of pounds on a meal here. Hermione even saw some celebrities and singers here that are usually hard to see.

But even among celebrities and singers, Keilal is the one who shines the brightest.

Among them was a female singer who kept looking over here. She was eating her meal absently, as if she was looking for another chance to strike up a conversation.

These bitches... Hermione depressedly put the lamb chops into her mouth and chewed them. She felt uncomfortable.

Although the etiquette education given to her by the middle class was sufficient, it was obviously not used in this kind of place.

The courteous waiter is dressed in a flawless white suit, a black tie, black pants, and black leather shoes. His right hand is covered with a pure white towel, ready to block splashes of juice or wine for the guests, or to wipe them up at any time. Clean and dirty place.

Everything here is incompatible with her life.

She was like Cinderella entering a prince's ball. It seemed that after 12 o'clock at night, the magic would fade away and her clothes would become the same shabby linen skirt again.

Although she had this kind of uneasiness when she entered the magic school before, she made up for it by studying all day and night for a whole year, and even looked down upon the entire first and second grade students in the school.

She already has enough confidence and capital to face the magical world.

But when she faced the power of capital, she still couldn't help but feel cold.

"Do you feel it?" Keilar put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped the stain on the corner of his mouth gracefully with a white cloth, reached for the glass of champagne, took a sip gently, and then asked softly.

This sentence brought her out of her trance. She looked at Keilal and bit her lip gently. Although it was only six o'clock, the sky in England was already dark.

In winter, it always gets dark very quickly.

"What?" she asked.

"The power of money." He put down the champagne, put his hands on the table, and looked at him with interest.

Although every table should have a waiter, the waiter at their table was dismissed by Keilal.

"Everything I did today was intentional."

Kelar remained calm, his eyes were closed, and even Hermione didn't know if he was looking at her.

"Have you seen it today? The gap between rich and poor in this world?"

"If you can't see it, then think about the Weasley family." He smiled softly, calmly.

"Professor, what do you want to say?"

Hermione was startled by the sound of her own voice. Her voice was hoarse and fierce, and her name for Kelal changed from "Kay" to "Professor".

The relationship between the two of them went from a harmonious one day to a relationship that was further than strangers and very close to enemies.

Keilar chuckled, not caring, and just shook his head gently: "Do you understand? The gap between the rich and the poor in this world."

She was slightly silent and lowered her head. Her bangs covered her eyes, making her face unclear.

"Let me know if you have any ideas." He seemed to be thirsty, so he picked up the champagne and took a sip.

"The gap between rich and poor in this world is even greater than the gap between wizards and Muggles." She looked at Keilar and said every word.

"Very good." He nodded gently and praised.

"So, do you want to see how I can subvert the entire wizarding world using ordinary people's financial methods?" He asked with a smile.

His words silenced her again. After a while, she shook her head: "I don't want to."

A look of appreciation appeared on Keilal's face: "What a smart girl."

"Hermione, do you know why I chose you?" His words made Hermione raise her head in shock and look at him. She was clearly the one who approached him today.

As if he saw through her expression, Keilal couldn't help but smile.

"It is true that you came up to strike up a conversation today, but since then, all the initiative has been in my hands, including after the conversation, whether to invite you to visit London, whether to take you to buy clothes, take the bus, It’s better to eat.”

He gently supported his chin with his left hand, and tapped the air with a knife in his right hand. He felt as if he was pointing the way to the country with his movements.

A trace of silver hair was slightly messy, slipping out of the ribbon mischievously and hanging sideways on his face. In line with his movements, Hermione's heart beat rapidly for some unknown reason.

Be brave, Granger, Hermione told herself in her heart, but she couldn't suppress the throbbing.

Keilal is in class, taking a vivid social practice class.

I wonder how much Hermione has understood?

He turned his head to look, only to find that Hermione's face was flushed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Recover." He stretched out his arm and snapped his fingers in front of her. This action was so handsome that several waiters were stunned.

Hermione came back to her senses after being called out by him.

"Hermione, you have a great future." Keilar had to go straight to the showdown with the little girl.

"You have talents and abilities that Harry and Ron don't have."

"I think you are very charming and smart, and I hope to teach you to be even stronger."

"You know, the most powerful thing in this world is not magic, but your brain and your wisdom."

"It's a pity that you still only know the power of magic, but you don't know that there is something more powerful in this world."

"Hermione, you are a piece of rough jade, but you lack polish. I hope to be the one who polishes you." Keilar is sincere and sincere. He is a teacher, a strong man, and a craftsman. Say these words.

Hermione was dazed.

She has never had anyone praise her so nakedly, and no one has ever thought so highly of her. Her reserved British parents always compared her to their glory, but did not regard her as an independent personality.

But today, Keilal affirmed her, Keilal valued her, and Keilal praised her.

She was trembling with excitement, but her mind went blank, and she felt like she was in the clouds.

PS: I got up at 6:30 today and ran to the mansion to take the exam... I was also drunk and so tired that my back ached and I had to stand firm to code for you. Why don't you give me some recommendation votes to comfort me?

PS1: 7,000 recommendation votes and more will be given out immediately, every spit and nail, the man keeps his word, but having said that, 3,000 recommendations in four days are still not in the top ten of the new book list. This time the enemy is too powerful... and I don’t want to say anything about these cheaters. I hope they can’t get back their money, otherwise there will be another missing piece of fairness in this world.