The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

The rainy day that had been continuous for several days made the whole city shrouded in dampness, but today it miraculously shone again.

In Wells Mage Academy, Professor Ton is telling a second-level spell knowledge, and the following mage apprentices are recording.

Just as Professor Ton looked at the group of hard-working children below with relief and studying hard, a panicked figure was sitting restless in his seat, as if looking for something.

Why is this little guy again? I haven't seen him safe! He has both intelligence and talent, just...

"Stoley, why don't you record what I just explained? Are you planning to spend a lot of gold coins to copy this spell outside?"

At this time, the students were originally lowering their heads to copy what the teacher had just said, and looked at Story.

It was a boy with short blonde hair, wearing a uniform from Wells Mage Academy, but the distorted collar and wrinkled shirt could be seen that this child should be extremely unkempt.

Seeing everyone staring at him, his face turned red, and he stood up and said respectfully: "I'm sorry, professor, I've lost my magic book again."

After saying that, the child actually cried in front of Professor Ton, but the whole class burst into laughter.

"Quiet! Keep copying the previous paragraph! Story, come out with me!" Professor Ton looked at Story, who was crying with great grievance. In order not to disturb other students, he had to take him to his office.

"Why did your spell book lose again? Have you searched for it?" Professor Ton asked quickly as soon as he sat down in his office.

"Professor, I've looked for it! I really searched all the places I've been to yesterday, but I really couldn't find it!" Story's little face wrinkled together aggrievedly.

"How many copies have you lost? There is no time for others to keep such an important thing in person. You are actually losing it all the time?

What if you enter the battlefield after graduation and lose the spell book? Let the soldiers use their lives to help you find the spell book?" Professor Ton said with some headaches.

Story wanted to defend himself, but Professor Ton directly interrupted him and continued to scold:

"How many times have I told you, don't copy so many spells, just choose a few that you usually use. Why don't you listen? Others use 100 pages of spell books, but your 300 pages of not enough for you

Used.

Even if your family has some capital, you have copied the same spell four or five times more gold coins than others. Why don’t you remember?

Story, this is my last chance to give you. The lives of soldiers are also precious to the country. I cannot hand them over to a mage like you who cannot even keep a spell book.

If you can't find your magic book, go home by yourself. Our college can't teach you anymore. Go out!" Professor Toen said that, and then he ignored the child and returned to the class alone to continue.

Attend class.

After hearing the professor's words, Story cried even harder. The more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt, the more he felt more wronged he wanted to cry.

It’s not my fault if I lose this magic book. Who can carry several large-scale magic books every day? Space-long equipment is so expensive. Can I afford it as a second-level wizard?

In this way, Story's good mood today was all gone without a trace because of the loss of the magic book and the possibility of being dismissed.

"Stealed that the buyer has a strong demand, please enter the chat room in three minutes." Just as Story cried and embarked on the journey to find the spell book again, a voice rang in his mind.

He stood there in a daze and looked around. Because it was class time now, there was no one in the academy. So where did this sound come from? What was the chat room?

"Hello, can I help you?" Just when Story was still confused and thought that he had just had an auditory hallucination, a figure appeared in front of Story out of thin air.

Story carefully looked at the young man in front of him. He seemed not as old as himself? But how did he know that I was in trouble?

And where are others? Is this a projection? Isn’t it said that only gods can project the mortal world?

Rolf was originally practicing in the space and had just engraved the spell model of the space folding technique. He was preparing to try the power of this upgraded spell. Who knew that the system actually dispatched a task to him.

The quality of tasks that you actively match on weekdays is getting worse and worse, and they are all worlds where you can’t get much money or even trade for a long time.

But he also discovered a rule, that is, the tasks assigned by the general system are relatively advanced worlds, or resources that can attract him to trade for a long time, so he couldn't wait to start talking to the buyer.

"My spell book is lost again. Do you have that kind of spell book that you won't lose?"

Sto asked while crying, since he couldn't find the spell book at the moment, so why not see if this mysterious man could help him.

Rolf was stunned when he heard this. What is a magic book? If you lose it, you will lose it. As for crying like this? Do you want "The Power of Darkness: Self-Defense Guide" or "The Guide to Transformation of Beginners"?

After he continued to talk with Story, he learned that if the mages in this world want to cast spells, they must have the medium of spell books, just as if the Harry Potter world needs to have a wand to cast spells.

Rolf suddenly became interested in this magic book, so he said, "I don't know much about your magic book yet. Can you make me a magic book and a few spells first, let me study it first.

Research?”

Story looked at Rolf with some doubts. Isn't this guy here to deceive himself into spell books? The point is that my spell books are thrown in. Where can I find them for you?

But he remembered the spell book he used at level one, maybe he could find it? So he turned around and ran back to the dormitory and started rummaging.

Of course, the result was nothing. How could Stoley, who could not even find the spell books he used now, find a book from a long time ago?

He had to run to the magic book store again and bought a basic version of the magic book with only ten pages with great distress.

Rolf looked at the new notebook-like thing in front of him, and opened him curiously, but he didn't turn it around?

"You need to inject magic first to turn it on..." The video came from Stori's weak reminder. Why did he feel more and more that this child is unreliable? Can he really help him?