Strictly speaking, the old wizard was not a poor man. The suitcase of the Seamless Stretch Spell was filled with various books and potion materials, none of which money could buy.
Like Hagrid in front of them, they don't seem to have much financial needs. The greatest value of these materials to them is the materials themselves.
But Anton can't.
He had no money, and he didn't even have a place to live. He was sleeping on the street with such a suitcase, and he was afraid that he wouldn't even have a waist when he woke up.
Moreover, he almost vomited after eating noodles and steamed buns for the past two months.
He needs nutritious food, otherwise he may not grow taller in the future.
You can't eat the potion ingredients, and you can't even exchange them for money. Diagon Alley won't accept these ingredients, and Knockturn Alley will accept them, because you're afraid you won't pay.
Snape may be the only buyer Anton can find.
"I need to know where you got it." Snape said without any expression on his face.
There's drama!
Anton quickly came back, put down his suitcase, and put the glass bottle on the table, "I killed it myself."
Snape looked unbelieving, "The Moonlight Turtle is a XXXX level magical creature. How can you believe that?"
Ps: According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic on dangerous creatures, the 4X level means that capable wizards can deal with them. For example, Dumbledore's Phoenix, Newt's Winged Demon, and the Thestral pulling a cart at Hogwarts.
He looked up and down and shook his head.
It is said that people should not be judged by their appearance, but the growth of a wizard's magic power also requires science. As for a kid like Anton, there is no possibility of hunting the Moonlight Turtle.
"I have a way." Anton replied. Seeing that Snape didn't believe it, he hesitated, so he could only get closer and explain in a low voice, "Although the Moonlight Turtle lives in a freshwater lake, this creature needs to return to the ocean to lay eggs.
The cubs swam along the river back to the lake."
"As long as the salt water concentration is adjusted to simulate the seawater environment, it will feel like returning to its mother's arms and sleep particularly peacefully."
Anton didn't lie. He had indeed cut off the turtle brain with his own hands.
The price was that even though the old wizard cast a spell to suppress the Moonlight Turtle, he was still stabbed in the chest by the spikes on the turtle's shell.
The thickest part is as thick as a mineral water bottle. It penetrates from the chest and exits from the back.
Even though the old wizard's healing potion was miraculous, he still lay in bed for eight days, almost biting off his tongue and committing suicide every day due to the residual toxins irritating him.
Snape raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, "That's a good idea."
"500 gold galleons!" Anton raised his little hand high, with his fingers spread wide, and faced Snape, "For only 500 gold galleons, you can take it home!"
The corner of Snape's mouth twitched. He was very moved. The price was actually very reasonable. Even if he had a stable supply of potions for a long time, this kind of turtle brain was rare.
but,
He doesn't have that much money on him.
Normal people would not carry so many gold galleons on their bodies. Not to mention the weight and volume of 500 metal coins, just in terms of daily expenses, there is no need for so much.
An ordinary jar of dragon liver only costs 3 gold galleons, and an ordinary wand only costs 7 gold galleons. Even expensive magic books, and advanced potion making textbooks only cost 9 gold galleons.
The consumption of 500 gold galleons is usually used to purchase extremely high-end magic products and medicinal materials, such as a pair of armor made by goblins, or 5 pints of Acromantula venom.
Ps: 5 pints is equivalent to 2.8 liters, a large Coke can.
Speaking of the Acromantula's venom, Snape couldn't help but turn his head and look at Hagrid.
Some time ago, the guard of the Forbidden Forest brought him a large bucket of poisonous juice and said excitedly that the Acromantula's children in the Forbidden Forest were alive and well.
"I have it, I have it!" Hagrid's eyes lit up, and he looked at Snape expectantly, "Professor, please help me."
Snape nodded, agreeing to what the two of them had just argued about.
"Ah~ha!" Hagrid said he was very happy. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag, with gold coins clattering inside.
He stuffed it into Anton's arms, "Does it contain six hundred or seven hundred galleons?"
He shook his big head and waved his hand, "That's enough anyway!"
With that said, he happily grabbed Snape and said, "Let's go quickly."
Xiuer~
Anton opened the dirty bag and looked inside. The golden light almost blinded him.
He looked up. At this moment, there was no Snape in his eyes. Hagrid was simply glowing with golden light in his eyes.
Seeing that the two of them were about to leave, they quickly and anxiously stopped them.
"Hagrid, I know where there are cute furry animals. Maybe I can write to you?"
Hagrid was obviously very happy and nodded vigorously, "You must send me a letter!"
With that said, he couldn't wait to drag Snape away.
Anton happily grabbed a few Galleons and put them into his pocket, and repackaged the others and stuffed them into his suitcase.
With this kind of money, you can go anywhere in the world!
Ha ha!
He just looked up and saw many people in the tavern staring at him closely.
"!!!"
It's over, it's over, Barbie is Q.
He is being targeted!
Some people even stood up directly.
At this moment, there was a heavy knocking sound from the bar of the pub, and the wrinkled face of the owner, Old Tom, looked quite fierce, "No one can do anything in my bar!"
The man thought for a while and sat down again, but still stared at Anton closely.
Anton smiled and was not afraid. He gently placed a gold galleon on the bar and said, "Prepare a room for me and some food. I want to eat meat."
He patted his belly and said, "Please give me a double portion!"
Old Tom smiled and raised a lamp, "Room 11, come with me."
Walking through a narrow and dark corridor, there is a beautiful wooden staircase leading from the bar to the room on the second floor, and you come to a room with a brass sign on the door that says it is No. 11.
The boss, Old Tom, opened the room. Unlike the dark corridor, the windows in the room were open, sunlight poured in, and a breeze blew.
Anton walked to the window and could even see the bustling ordinary street of Charing Cross Road in London.
There are moving cars, girls carrying shopping bags, and children chasing each other.
Such a hotel near the street where you can hear the sound of cars and smell the exhaust fumes at any time is considered a very bad standard among Muggles.
However, Anton took a deep breath with a look of obsession.
This is a familiar taste.
In the two months since he traveled back in time, he followed the old wizard and walked around the edges of the city, visiting all kinds of messy gathering places, deserted forests and caves. He almost thought he had traveled to ancient Europe.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly felt the urge to return to the Muggle world, which seemed like a good idea.
An ordinary coder in his previous life may become a great master with a good reputation in this era.
"It's not bad here. I'll help you prepare something to eat." Old Tom interrupted his thoughts and walked out again with a lantern.
Anton nodded and looked towards the room.
There was a comfortable-looking bed, some bright oak furniture, and a crackling fire in the fireplace.
There was a bathroom that was not too small. When he walked in, the mirror on the wall greeted him warmly, "You look dirty. Maybe you need to wash up."
Anton looked at himself in the mirror. His bright red hair was glowing with platinum gold, and he looked inexplicably weird. His thin body looked like that of a ten-year-old child, and he was wearing a wizard's shirt that was too wide and unfitting.
robe.
He looked at the mirror with a smile and said, "You said, even the mirror can talk. If I don't see such a wonderful world, and I go back and huddle in front of the computer to type code, is this a waste of life?"
The mirror twisted on the wall, "I also want to walk around and see something."