This Hogwarts is not normal

In the UK, the salary for interns who have just joined the Ministry of Magic is 50 gold galleons a month.

After becoming a full-time employee, it depends on the department, but most jobs start at RMB 100, plus a guaranteed bonus of at least RMB 1,500 for one year.

Salaries at Hogwarts are linked to professional titles, and a professor's annual salary can be as low as 2,000.

Like a certain stinky bat who often takes kickbacks and ruins the reputation of the school. I guess double the amount is an undercount.

Buying a watch for 49 galleons is simply unthinkable for an ordinary family.

But if it is an alchemy prop, coupled with more than a dozen different practical functions, its cost-effectiveness is undoubtedly obvious.

A series of novels that were once popular in the British Isles only cost 5 Galleons each, and the price of the Alchemy Watch at 49 Galleons is really not expensive.

The one who broke the silence was Khafre, who looked extremely ugly.

He tried his best to control his expression and slowly walked to another display cabinet.

"Da da--"

No matter how calm he looked on the outside, the heavy footsteps still revealed his inner unrest.

With a gentle smile on his face, Sila stepped forward and said, "Please wait a moment, Chairman Khafre."

He opened the display case and took out a metal cube that looked like a Muggle Rubik's Cube and was only about the size of a palm.

Khafre held it very stiffly in his hand.

Xila introduced its function: "Chairman Khafre, this is a 'universal medicine kit'. It can automatically concentrate 54 different medicines and store them in different compartments."

There is no need to carry around a bag of bottles or jars, and there is no need to rummage through the pockets with the Invisible Stretching Charm. You only need to open its specific grid, and the concentrated potion will return to its original form.

If it is a life-or-death situation, the few seconds saved by the universal medical kit may save a life.

"Excuse me -" Khafre's voice was a little hoarse, "Excuse me, how much does it cost?"

"Six Galleons." Xiela said without hesitation, and then took out a universal medical kit of the same size but with twice the number of grids from under the display cabinet.

"This is a top-end model that can store 150 types, and it sells for 15 Galleons."

There are about 1 Galleons and 10 grids, and the price/performance ratio is very good.

Although the raw materials are very cheap, if it were made by an alchemist in the association, the processing fee would probably be more than 15 Galleons.

what is this?

Alchemists laid off en masse?

Khafre looked gloomily and came to the display cabinet next to him.

Xila wanted to continue entertaining, but he "tactfully" refused.

Fudge and a group of Ministry of Magic officials saw this and started wandering around.

The guests followed suit and dispersed with different thoughts.

There are four shop assistants standing in four areas respectively. If you have any questions, they will come over and answer them as soon as possible.

Vincent raised the corners of his mouth slightly and sat on the sofa in the central rest area.

Cecia stood beside and behind him, with a 90% similar smile on her face.

The alchemy shop is now available.

From a loser who was not expected to be optimistic, he has become a changer that subverts an entire industry.

As expected, he hadn't sat down for long before Khafre came over and sat across from him.

"Mr. Chairman, why don't you continue to take a look?"

Khafre shook his head, "No need, I already roughly understand the meaning of the existence of the alchemy shop."

He smiled bitterly, "Vincent, I didn't expect your surprise to be so big."

"Thank you." Vincent nodded lightly, "Mr. Chairman, I'm just trying my best to make expensive alchemy tools affordable for everyone."

Khafre half-squinted his eyes, trying to read the real thoughts on his face.

At best, this is benefiting the wizarding world.

At worst, this is targeting the alchemy community.

Khafre asked himself, although there are many old guys in the association who covet Nicolas Flamel's manuscripts, they have never done anything.

Not only was he invited to serve as the honorary advisor of the association, but he was even invited to serve as a judge for next year's International Alchemy Exchange Conference.

Even if you don't appreciate it, you still want to go against the Alchemy Association?

Could it be that a child has a bad temper and is unhappy and causing trouble?

It's just that Vincent's breathing was steady and he didn't look like an impulsive person at all.

There are a wide variety of alchemy products, and it’s not like they were just dreamed up in a flash.

Since it has been planned for a long time, what is the reason?

I can’t figure it out, Khafre can’t figure it out.

He frowned and stared directly into Vincent's eyes.

Amazing, this Nico's apprentice in front of me is really amazing.

After eliminating all the impossibilities, no matter how absurd the remainder is, it can only be the answer to the question.

Vincent had no feelings for the Alchemy Association, and he could count the number of alchemists he knew on one hand.

Change the wizarding world?

Ridiculous, so ridiculous.

Khafre suddenly laughed, very rudely.

Cecia frowned, "Mr. Chairman, are you thinking of something happy?"

"Ha--can't be said to be happy." Khafre stopped laughing, "Young people naturally have bolder ideas than us old guys."

Cecia's frown deepened.

In her world, enemies are relentless.

Since the relationship is already hostile, what Khafre said just now is clearly a provocation.

But Vincent was very calm, and even the angle of his mouth did not change at all.

Seeing that provocation was useless, Khafre immediately understood one thing, "Tell me your conditions."

"Oh?" Vincent looked a little surprised.

According to his assumption, even if Khafre did not break his face, he would not negotiate terms as if he would admit defeat.

At the very least, you need to understand the actual situation of the alchemy factory first, right?

Is it a test?

"My conditions..." Vincent suddenly shook his head, "Mr. Chairman, I don't understand what you are talking about."

"I heard that you are a Gryffindor student." Khafre suddenly changed the subject:

"As far as I know, students in this academy usually have courage beyond ordinary people, and I have indeed seen it from you."

How much courage does it take to overturn the world of alchemy?

How about using Muggle thinking to change the wizarding world?

Vincent still pretended not to understand, "Mr. Chairman, thank you for your compliment."

The corner of Khafre's mouth twitched violently, "If that's the case, I think we have nothing to talk about."

He stood up and said, "Sorry, the alchemy shop has harmed the interests of the association. We may do some things that you don't want to see."

Vincent smiled silently, his eyes seemed to be expecting something.

Harv took a deep look at him before leaving.

Is it a bluff?

Still confident?

But no matter what, judging from the strong behavior just now, now is not the time to negotiate terms.

Then let's see who can take the initiative.

Not long after the seat opposite Vincent became vacant, a bright figure quickly sat down.

She is the famous journalist, Rita Skeeter.

"Wow wow wow -" Rita put the notebook and quill aside,

"Mr. Wayne, you seem to have a strong opinion on the International Alchemical Association?"

"Maybe." Vincent shrugged, "What about you? Seeing how excited you are, have you already written the first draft?"

Rita showed what she thought was a flawless smile,

"As a media person, I don't care about governments or associations. I only care about the value of the news I report."

No matter how well she concealed it, she could never hide the cunning in her eyes.

The bigger things get, the better, and it’s best to make things difficult to end.

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