This Hogwarts isn't normal.

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

After becoming a regular employee, it depends on the department, but most of them start at 100, and with bonuses, they are guaranteed to be at least 1,500 a year.

The salary at Hogwarts is linked to the title of the position, and the annual salary of a professor can be as low as 2,000.

For example, a stinky bat who often takes kickbacks and tarnishes the reputation of the school, it is estimated that doubling is an underestimation.

For an ordinary family, buying a watch for 49 galleons is simply unthinkable.

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

A series of novels that once swept the British Isles only sold for 5 galleons each, and the price of an alchemical watch for 49 galleons is really not expensive.

The one who broke the silence was Khafra with an extremely ugly face.

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

"Da-da-da"

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

Xila stepped forward with a gentle smile, "Please wait a moment, Chairman Khafra."

He opened the display cabinet and took out a palm-sized metal cube that looked like a Muggle Rubik's Cube.

Khafra held it very stiffly in his hand.

Xila introduced its function: "Chairman Khafra, this is the 'Universal Medicine Box'. It can automatically concentrate 54 different potions and store them separately in different compartments."

No need to carry a lot of bottles and jars, nor to search in the pockets cast with the Traceless Extension Spell, just open its specific compartment and the concentrated potion will return to its original state.

If it is a matter of life and death, the few seconds saved by the universal medicine box may save a life.

"Excuse me..." Khafra's voice was a little hoarse, "Excuse me, how much is it?"

"6 Galleons." Xila said without hesitation, and then took out a universal medicine box of the same size but with twice the number of grids from the bottom of the display cabinet,

"This is the top-end model that can store 150 kinds of medicines, and the price is 15 Galleons."

There are about 10 grids for 1 Galleon, and the cost performance is directly maximized.

Although the raw materials are very cheap, if it is replaced by the alchemists in the association, I am afraid that even the processing fee will be more than 15 Galleons.

What is this?

Alchemists are collectively laid off?

Khafra came to the display cabinet next to him with a gloomy face.

Xila wanted to continue to entertain, but he was "euphemistically" rejected.

Fudge and a group of Ministry of Magic officials saw this and began to wander around.

The guests followed suit and dispersed with different thoughts.

Four clerks stood in four areas respectively. As long as there were any questions, they would come to answer them as soon as possible.

Vincent's mouth corners slightly raised, sitting on the sofa in the central rest area.

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

The alchemy shop succeeded.

From a loser who was not optimistic about it, it became a reformer who subverted an entire industry.

As expected, before he sat for long, Khafra came over and sat opposite him.

"Mr. Chairman, don't you want to continue to look?"

Khafra shook his head, "No need, I have roughly understood the significance 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 gently, "Mr. Chairman, I just do my best to make everyone able to afford expensive alchemy props."

Khafra half-squinted his eyes, trying to see the real thoughts from his face.

Guessing the best, this is benefiting the magic world.

Guessing the worst, this is targeting the alchemy world.

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

Not only did they invite him to be the honorary consultant of the association, they also invited him to be the judge of the International Alchemy Exchange Conference next year.

Not only did they not appreciate it, but they also wanted to go against the Alchemy Association?

Was it just a childish temper, unhappy and upset?

But Vincent's breathing was steady, and he didn't seem like an impulsive person at all.

There was a wide variety of alchemy products, and it didn't seem like he had thought of it on impulse.

If it was planned for a long time, what was the reason?

I couldn't figure it out, Khafra couldn't figure it out.

He frowned and stared straight into Vincent's eyes.

It was amazing, Nico's apprentice in front of him was really amazing.

After eliminating all the impossibilities, no matter how ridiculous the remaining ones were, they could only be the answer to the question.

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

Changing the magic world?

Ridiculous, too ridiculous.

Khafra suddenly laughed, and laughed without manners.

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

"Ha--not happy." Khafra stopped laughing, "Young people naturally have bolder ideas than us old guys."

Checia frowned even deeper.

In her world, enemies are never to be defeated.

Since they are already in a hostile relationship, what Khafra said just now was obviously a provocation.

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

Khafra saw that provocation was useless, and immediately understood one thing, "Tell me your conditions."

"Oh?" Vincent seemed a little surprised.

According to his assumption, even if Khafra didn't tear his face off, he wouldn't negotiate conditions as if he was admitting defeat.

The most basic thing is 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 student of Gryffindor." Khafra suddenly changed the subject:

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

How much courage does it take to subvert the alchemy world?

How about changing the magic world with Muggle thinking?

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

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

He stood up, "Sorry, the alchemy shop has damaged the interests of the association, and we may do something you don't want to see."

Vincent smiled and said nothing, as if he was expecting something in his eyes.

Before leaving, Khafra looked at him deeply.

Is it bluffing?

Or full of confidence?

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

Let's see who can take the initiative.

Not long after the seat opposite Vincent was vacant, a beautiful figure quickly sat down.

She is the well-known reporter, Rita Skeeter.

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

"Mr. Wayne, you seem to have a lot of opinions about the International Alchemy Association?"

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

Rita showed a smile that she thought was perfect,

"As a media person, I don't care about those governments and associations, I only care about how much value the news I report can have."

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

The bigger the incident, the better, and it would be best if it was difficult to end.

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