The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

"Idiot! If not..." This sentence has been lingering in Rolf's mind at this time. He is sure that the voice he heard just now is clearly Voldemort's voice, but he obviously does not have such a majestic tone?

He sent the unicorn back to the demiplane, then inserted a magic coin into the slot of the space gate, summoning the space gate.

After Rolf got out of the bus stop, he walked towards the Quidditch camp. The sun was just rising and the mist was gradually dissipating.

There are also many experienced wizards around, and it seems that they have just come out of the space door.

Rolf walked slowly between the tents, but his face was absent-minded, still thinking about who it was. His tone was a bit like Professor Dumbledore, but not as kind as the professor.

The voice was very similar to Voldemort's, but it had nothing to do with the coldness.

But sometimes things can't be figured out just by thinking. At this time, he was brought back from his thoughts by a loud noise.

I saw a little boy about two years old squatting outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a magic wand in his hand, happily poking a slug on the grass. The slug slowly swelled to the size of a sausage.

When he walked up to the little boy, the boy's mother hurriedly came out of the tent. "How many times have I told you, Kevin? You are not allowed! Touch it again! Your dad's! Wand! Ouch!"

She stepped on the huge slug, and it exploded with a pop.

Rolf quickly hid far away, fearing that he would be contaminated by these disgusting things.

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It suddenly occurred to him that he didn't get to see Ron spitting out slugs, and he still felt a little regretful now.

There was a breath of life everywhere in the camp, such as the two young men kissing not far away, and the wizard who was wearing a lady's skirt and chasing a Ministry of Magic official behind him.

"Rolf, how did you get in from outside?" Mr. Weasley was holding a match and trying to light the fire in front of him, but there were many matches scattered on the ground around him. It seemed that he had not been able to

success.

Oops, because Rolf thought too seriously before, he just walked back in such a swagger, completely forgetting about wearing an invisibility cloak!

"Oh, I'm going out to watch the sunrise." Rolf lied casually, and then immediately changed the subject: "Do you need my help?"

Mr. Weasley was obviously distracted by him. He completely forgot what he wanted to ask and said quickly: "Of course! Hermione taught me yesterday, but I still didn't succeed today."

Looking at the depressed Mr. Weasley, Rolf was a little amused. Doesn't the blazing fire smell good? Why would a wizard torture himself like this?

At this time, Mrs. Weasley walked over and said: "You haven't lit the fire yet? I'm going to cook for the children. If you keep inking, they will get up."

When she saw Rolf squatting there and lighting the fire, she continued: "Look, I told you to use magic quickly. I really can't understand you. In the end, you have to ask the children to help you!"

Rolf also really doesn't understand Mr. Weasley. What makes him so interested in Muggle items? Do you have any misunderstandings about Muggle items?

As time passed, Rolf could clearly feel that an excitement was spreading over the camp like a tangible cloud.

At dusk, the campground was already buzzing with excitement, and even the silent summer air seemed to be trembling with anticipation.

When the night enveloped hundreds of eagerly waiting wizards like a curtain, the last fragile pretense of the wizarding world disappeared, and the Ministry of Magic seemed to have finally figured it out.

They no longer fight against the wizards, or in other words, they have given up on treatment, allowing obvious signs of magic to appear everywhere.

Every few steps, a phantom vendor would descend from the sky, carrying a large tray or pushing a cart filled with strange and weird gadgets.

There are luminous rose-shaped coats of arms, the green one represents Ireland and the red one represents Bulgaria.

At this time, someone was casting a loud voice spell and screaming the names of the team members. Fortunately, officials from the Ministry of Magic immediately came to stop his immoral behavior.

In addition, there is a green high hat decorated with clover dancing in the wind; there is a Bulgarian ribbon, and the lion on it can really roar;

There are also the national flags of the two countries, which will play their respective national anthems when waved; there is also a small model of the Firebolt that can actually fly;

There are statues of famous players for collection. Those small statues can walk around in the palm of your hand, looking triumphant.

"I saved my pocket money all summer just for this." Ron said to his friends while buying souvenirs as they walked leisurely through the vendors.

Ron bought a dancing shamrock hat and a large green rose, but he also bought a small statue of the Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum.

The small Krum walked back and forth on Ron's hand, frowning and glaring at the green badge above him.

"Wow, look at these!" Ron said as he rushed to a small cart, making revenge purchases like a shopaholic.

There were many things that looked like binoculars piled high in the car, but they were covered with all kinds of weird knobs and dials.

"This is a panoramic telescope," the wizard vendor enthusiastically promoted. "You can replay the picture, and you can also play it in slow motion. If necessary, it can also quickly flash out the analysis of the game situation. Let's make a deal. Ten magic coins will be used for one

shelf."

Rolf couldn't help but glance at the vendor after hearing this. Are you sure this is a magic item? If it hadn't looked like a telescope, I almost thought it was a VCD.

Isn't this just zooming in, double speed, and taking pictures? You can only fool Ron, right?

"So great? Give me one!" Sure enough, the generous young Master Ron took out his small bag containing pocket money again, and then proudly took out ten magic coins that he had condensed during the vacation.

Harry and the others were also paying for it, but Harry felt a little distressed. He muttered: "What the hell, does this thing cost ten magic coins?

Money nowadays is really becoming more and more useless, and everyone now loves to collect Galleons. Damn it, I still have a small mountain of Galleons that I can’t spend!”

After saying that, he sighed softly, for fear that his friends would find out the same thing.

Former wealthy classmate Harry, the boy known as the richest boy in the world of "Harry Potter", was finally taught a hard lesson by life, or perhaps it should be said that he was taught a lesson by Rolf?

ps: Me, me, me!!! I am liberated hahahaha!! (Reminiscent of the tone of the audio "I have grown hair".) Although I can't do anything, I feel that I made it up very well, and I posted 12 pages

I filled 12 pages hahaha.

Double updates will resume today! Thank you all for your patience.

Thanks to Tianya Wushuang, Xiaoyao Taoist, Carrot Rabbit Tutu’s monthly tickets, and the 100 starting coin reward for the Malfoy children, the Malfoy children actually opened the store, and daddy will keep it for you!