The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

"The dying world tree is about to enter the chat room, please prepare the host." The transaction button that had been cooled for a week finally lit up again.

Rolf sat upright excitedly. This time the buyer looked like a big fish. Regardless of the adjective in front, the name World Tree sounds very powerful.

Generally, things like the world tree are at the lowest level, right?

If this transaction can be successfully carried out, then I will be one more time before I can open the farm system? I hope I can complete all the tasks before school starts.

You know, Grandpa Newt was not simply written in the book "Where are Fantastic Beasts". Every magical beast on it can be found on his own farm.

You can collect every animal into the farm, so that whether it is the things they produce or they themselves, they are good products!

Roerbu couldn't help but like his intelligence and wit.

Just as he was thinking about it, a broken ancient tree appeared on the virtual screen in front of him. Although a vicissitudes of life came to his face, she seemed to have no vitality.

"Hello, kiss, what can I do to help you?" Rolf said very kindly.

Rolf had originally had concerns about his child's image, and was afraid that the buyer would think he was so fooling because he was a child.

But what I never expected was that my child's image and the elusive system made me more mysterious and made buyers more afraid of their strength.

After all, there are rumors that children and beggars cannot be messed with in the world~

"Hello, I am the world tree of this world. Since all my tribes have died, the power of faith can no longer provide me with survival. I hope to buy some tribes that provide me with the power of faith."

The weak voice of the World Tree came over, and Rolf was frightened when he heard it, fearing that she would not be able to stand the next sentence.

"Then what do you want to use in exchange?" Rolf still patiently asked his most concerned questions.

"Muqi! This is my magic. As long as you can provide me with a reliable source of faith, I can ced my magic to you!"

The World Tree said as if it had made a great determination, which also made Rolf very interested in this so-called wooden cloister.

But he didn't ask what it was. First, if he asked, he would seem ignorant and lose his price.

Second, I was afraid that she could not hold on. After all, the names defined by the system were all dying world trees, so I was afraid that she could not hold on.

Rolf carefully searched for the magical animals in his mind, thinking about what could be sold to her as a source of faith?

"Okay, you have received your request here, and the transaction will start in thirty minutes.

Let’s confirm here first. What I can provide to you is only the mother body, not in large quantities. I wonder if you can accept it?"

It’s not Rolf, but the output of magical animals in its own farm has been strictly controlled by Newt, so the output is not high.

After hesitating for a moment, the World Tree replied: "How long is their fertility cycle?"

"It's only two or three months." Rolf said confidently.

Two or three months? World Tree was very surprised when she heard Rolf's reply. The elves she created herself were too perfect, which not only made them difficult to breed, but also were captured in large quantities.

The pregnancy cycle that can be seen for decades is also the main reason why she falls into a dying state.

But unexpectedly, this businessman from another world could provide a clan with such a short pregnancy cycle?

After receiving the affirmative answer from the World Tree, Rolf got up and walked towards the farmhouse secretly.

When passing by the living room, Grandma Quinny, who had been home for a few days, was sitting on the sofa, chuckling and greeting, "What are you going to do with Little Rolf?"

That's right, this Grandma Queenie is as energetic as she was when she was young, and she is very charming and seductive...

Next to her was a fat man with white hair, his husband, Jacob.

Although Grandpa Jacob is just a chicken, the life-extending potion made by the Philosopher's Stone is not distinguished from wizards or mortals.

Yes, you heard it right, it's the Philosopher's Stone.

Of course it is not the Philosopher's Stone in "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone", but the one Newt spent a lot of money to ask someone to make.

It was because of this magic stone that my own old guys were surging and struggling to this day.

However, Grandma Queenie's medicine is somewhat difficult to transport, and she needs to fly to the United States on time every month to deliver it in person.

However, for the Scarmand family, who produces a lot of money through magical animals, this amount of money is not to be taken seriously.

"Good afternoon, Grandma Queenie, Grandpa Jacob, I'm going to help my grandpa feed his little cuties." Rolf replied politely.

He looked at the living room, only Queenie and Jacob, and the other three disappeared. It seemed that they were hiding in which small room were they studying the magic model?

When we were having dinner together, we heard that their research on spell models was coming to an end, but it was limited to the study of taking the gods and taking thoughts.

Their research progress is not so fast that they can compare with other spells and build the same spell model.

To be honest, he was quite interested in knowing what Professor Crilawney’s talented witchcraft looks like, and his talent for divination is a bit exciting to think about!

After saying goodbye to the enthusiastic Grandma Queenie, Rolf came to the habitat of the tree-guarding Luoguo. They all lived on big trees and enthusiastically surrounded Rolf after seeing Rolf.

Looking at the tree-protecting pot with a small figure in front of him, which is the same as the bark and branches, he chose a pair of young ones and placed them on his palms, and asked:

"I will change your residence, where there is an ancient tree that needs your protection. What are your intentions?"

When the two little things heard that there was a new tree, they needed them, so they were naturally very active, and kept chattering and urging Rolf to take them there.

But Rolf didn't go back to the room, but also found a pair of dwarfs.

Don't listen to the bad names, but they are the species closest to elves in the Harry Potter world. I think the World Tree will like it very much.

They are smarter than fairies, kinder than elves, little devils, and foxes.

They would make simple clothes with green leaves, so that Rolf could think of the Tinker Bell in the Wizard of Oz every time.

They mainly live in forests or other lush areas, and Rolf felt that the surroundings of the World Tree were just right for their residence.

In addition, they can produce gold-like substances, although they always disappear for no reason, Rolf always feels that they have been stolen by sniff.

These golds can also make them live a better life in the new world?

Rolf put two carefully selected pairs of faith in an open space, but how to teleport it once again stumped Rolf.

These two living things are obviously not allowed to be collected into the trading warehouse?

At this time, the system's voice came over: "It was detected that the item trading was a living thing, and the farm system was temporarily turned on. The host can collect the item trading into the farm before trading."

It turns out that the function of a farm is the same as that of a warehouse, but one is to store dead objects and the other is to store living objects.