The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Hermione slowly said while looking at her wallet, "I already have ten Jin Jialongs. My birthday is in September. My parents gave me some money and asked me to buy a birthday gift for myself in advance.

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"You won't want to buy books again, are you?" Ron asked.

"No, I don't want to buy books anymore," Hermione said calmly, "I really want an owl. I mean, Harry has his Hedwig, Bud has Agu, you have Errol

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"I don't," Ron immediately said negatively, "Erol belongs to our family. What I only have is just a fringe." He took out his pet mouse from his pocket.

Of course, Banban may not belong to him, all this may be just his wishful thinking.

"I want to send it to check it out," he said with some sorrow as he placed the splatters on the table in front of them. "I don't think Egypt may be suitable for it, and it has been in a bad spirit since he returned from England."

Banban indeed looked thinner than before, and its beard was obviously pulled down. Rolf thought that he had seen the news of Sirius' escape, and he began to worry?

“There’s a magical creature store over there,” Harry said. “We can see if we can buy something for Banban there, and Hermione can buy owls there.”

So they paid for the ice cream, crossed the street, and came to the shop called the Magic Zoo.

There is not much space inside the store, and cages are hung every inch of the wall, making the already narrow space appear more crowded.

After a few people walked into the store, a smell of odor that was unique to animals came into Rolf's nose. The store was smelly and chaotic because the small creatures in the cage were making various sounds, which was extremely noisy.

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The witch behind the counter was telling a male witch how to take care of the two-tailed salamander, so the few little wizards could only wait for them to finish their explanations, and looked at the cages curiously.

The witch who raised the two-tailed salamander left, and Ron approached the counter. "This is my mouse," he said with distress to the witch: "Since I brought it back from Egypt, it has been a little bad.

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"Put it on the counter." The witch said expressionlessly, taking out a pair of heavy black glasses from her pocket.

Those glasses seem to be ordinary glasses, and Rolf guesses whether they have any CT and X-ray functions?

Ron obediently took Banban out of his pocket and placed it not far from its similar rats. This was one of the few he was willing to give Banban to others.

After seeing the rats in the cage not far away, they stopped playing jumping games and squeezed to the edge of the cage, as if they wanted to see clearly, but seemed to be observing this somewhat different "same tribe".

Moreover, the big mouse looked a little scarred. Compared with the smooth mouse in the cage, it looked particularly frowning.

"Tsk tsk," the witch took Banban over and observed it, and smacked her lips unconsciously, then turned to ask Ron, "How old is this mouse?"

"I don't know," Ron said, "it should be very old. It turned out to be my brother's."

"What is its ability?" The witch continued to ask, while carefully checking the spots, as if she couldn't understand why the boy in front of her didn't change to a young and healthy one?

Ron did not answer this question. The actual situation was that Banban had never shown any interesting ability, but in his opinion, this was the only thing that belonged to him.

The witch's eyes turned from her torn ears to its front paws, with a toe missing, and the witch's mouth made a tsk sound again. "This poor rat must have suffered a lot."

"When my brother gave it to me, it looked like this." Ron blushed and defended himself.

"You don't expect it to live for more than three years like this." The witch said, "Well, if you want to find a more durable animal, you might like one of them.

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She really felt that this rat had no value for treatment, so she pointed at the little black rats, and they immediately began to jump up again, showing their vitality.

Ron muttered, "I won't buy them if you love to show off." In fact, Ron didn't have much money to pay for a new mouse.

"Well, if you don't want to change it, you can try this potion," the witch said, reaching out to the bottom of the counter to remove a small red bottle.

"Okay," said Ron, "How much is it? Ouch!" Just as Ron was about to pay for medicine, a change occurred.

A huge ginger object jumped out of the top cage, jumped directly onto Ron's head, and then prepared to move forward, screaming at the spotted snoring.

"No! Crook Mountain, don't! Go back!" The witch was shocked when she saw it, and quickly screamed and ordered Crook Mountain not to act rashly.

If Crook Mountain ate the old rat that hadn't lived long, then the sales of his own store would probably be even worse.

But Banban slipped out of her hand like a piece of soap, landed on all sides on the floor, and then ran towards the door.

"Spotted!" Ron exclaimed loudly, then quickly followed it and chased after the store, while Harry ran out with them.

Rolf looked at the two people running out and did not chase after them. Anyway, Banban would not get lost. Even if Ron could not find him, he would definitely find the turtle home by himself.

"This cat is so cute! Its fur is quite brilliant, isn't it?" Hermione's eyes immediately became different after looking at the big cat that jumped down, and she liked it so much.

If I remember correctly, this Crucker Mountain should be a cat-cuff?

These cats and crocodiles seem to have a very keen sense of perception, for example, Mrs. Loris once sensed her invisible life.

"Yes, a great cat, but don't you want to buy an owl?" Rolf is preparing to have a little party to reduce the future quarrel between Ron and Hermione.

The cat has thick and fluffy ginger fur, but its legs are obviously a bit curved, with a bit of a crocodile leg meaning and a little cute.

Its face looked scattered and looked strange, as if it had rushed to the wall at some point, reminding Rolf of an emoticon from his previous life.

After the Spot disappeared, the cat was no longer so irritable, but was snoring in Hermione's arms with satisfaction, as if she liked to stay in Hermione's arms.

Hermione seemed to have made up her mind and walked to the witch who was still in shock and asked, "Hello, how much Jin Jialong does this cat want?"

It seemed that she had made up her mind to buy the cat, so Rolf didn't say anything more. After all, Hermione was a very independent person and would not give up just because of her persuasion.

ps: I just looked at the code calendar. I only wrote more than 3,000 words yesterday and recorded. The ones I added later were not included. I am about to cry. I don’t know if I can get the full attendance this month.