Delis' expression darkened visibly to the naked eye. The counter in front of him was filled with coins of all sizes, including gold galleons, silver Sickles, and copper Knuts stacked on top of each other.
Now, there is not a single Knut left in Delix's wallet. But it is still a little short of 20 Galleons. To be precise, it is seven Galleons, nine Sikos and Twelve Knuts.
This can’t be blamed on Delis, it’s amazing that he can carry 20 Galleons with him. Naya next to him has no intention of borrowing money. She is even poorer than Delis, and her monthly expenses on skin care products are not a small amount.
Delis pondered for a moment and took out the canary biscuits and magic wand. He planned to return these two items so that he would have enough money to pay the deposit.
"No need." Tom waved his hand and pushed the thing back.
"I believe in your credibility. Twelve Galleons is enough." Tom accepted the deposit, mainly to collect the cost, in case Delis suddenly changed his mind and did not want this alchemical creation, and he had to pay for the materials.
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Delis breathed a sigh of relief.
Tom then took out two rolls of parchment from under the counter.
"Sign the contract."
When signing the contract, Delis made a slight correction to the details of the alchemical creation: he wanted to make a ring, not gloves.
There was no problem on Tom's side. The two parties signed the contract quickly. Delis put the contract away and left Pony's alchemy workshop with Naya.
Tom remained in the workshop for the rest of the time until Mr. Pony returned.
Ding! Even in the studio, the sound of the welcome bell was clearly audible. When he heard the bell ringing, Tom walked out of the studio and saw Mr. Pony walking in with excitement on his face.
"How is business today?" he asked casually.
"I received two orders, both of them came to me to make rings."
"Congratulations." Mr. Pony did not regret missing out on the business. He waved to Tom and motioned for him to come over. When Tom approached, he placed a suitcase on the cashier like a treasure.
"Come, take a look at the treasure I received at a huge price!" Mr. Pony had a look of pride on his face, "This is a prototype designed by the top artist in the non-magical world, the most experienced in London.
A sculpture handmade by a master... Finally, the top transfiguration master in the magic world gave her life, and finally, I, the top alchemist, gave her power - this is my alchemy doll: Purple Rain
Heart."
Lying in the box is a very delicate doll, about one foot long, with long beige hair, wearing a pair of red-soled black high-heeled shoes, and a black tights with a white fur. The doll is at hand.
There is also a small automatic rifle model.
Tom:???
"I saw it in a Muggle place before. I fell in love at first sight and couldn't forget it. I finally saved up enough money to buy it a few days ago. Today I made an appointment with the transfiguration master to make her a moveable doll..." Mr. Pony began to introduce it nonstop.
He learned the origin of the doll in his box.
Tom was shocked when he heard this. He didn't know who the top painter in the non-magical world and the most experienced master in London was. This top transfiguration master in the wizarding world couldn't be Professor McGonagall, right?!
Also, is this kind of doll really convenient to display in public?
"I'm going to make alchemy. You can continue to look at the store - just wait until five o'clock to get off work." Mr. Pony put away the box and went to work in the studio with brisk steps.
Only Tom, whose cognition was refreshed, stayed in the store to look after the store.
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After leaving the alchemy workshop, Delis and Naya had no intention of continuing their investigation. They immediately checked several shops in Knockturn Alley and returned to the Ministry of Magic.
"Two hundred galleons, Delis, you are really generous." Naya sighed while waiting for the elevator.
Delis didn't want to talk to her.
Damn stinky bitch, I told you to mind your own business!
"Rich people, unlike me, can only afford 20 Galleons gloves..." Naya touched the gloves on her hands and couldn't put them down.
Delis rolled his eyes and decided to switch shifts with his colleagues. During the summer vacation, he would go to the World Cup stadium to work more and earn some overtime pay and field service fees.
The elevator creaked as it reached the second floor.
[The second level, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, includes the Department for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic, the Auror Command and the Wizengamot Management Agency.]
Delis and Naya walked out of the elevator together. They turned a corner, passed through two heavy oak doors, and entered a messy and noisy open area divided into many small compartments. This area was extremely lively, and the people inside
Everyone was chatting and laughing. Notes conveying news were flying in and out of the cubicles like miniature rockets. This is the office location of Delis and Naya: the Auror Command.
The walls of each cubicle were covered with things by the Aurors, from the heads of wanted wizards - Sirius was a regular visitor here before, to the posters of their favorite Quidditch teams, to their
There are photos of family members, and even newspaper clippings made by the Aurors themselves. It can be said to be diverse and all-encompassing.
An old lion-like wizard appeared in front of the two of them. His brown hair and thick eyebrows were mixed with strands of gray, and behind his gold-rimmed glasses were a pair of sharp yellow eyes. His legs and feet were not very agile when he walked, and he was a little lame.
However, this disability does not hinder his coolness. Anyone who sees him for the first time will notice that he is a sharp and tough guy.
This person is Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office.
"Follow me." He motioned for the two of them to follow him to the small conference room next to him to report on the mission.
"So there is nothing abnormal at all?" After listening to the report, Scrimgeour's face flashed with displeasure. He knew the nature of the Knockturn Alley merchants too well. They dared to do anything for the sake of gold Galleons.
Scrimgeour had a very bad impression of these merchants. In his eyes, if black magic items were searched, he was the evil Knockturn Alley merchant; if no black magic items were found, he was the treacherous and cunning Knockturn Alley merchant.
"What's in your robe?" Scrimgeour noticed that the pockets of his men's robes seemed to be bulging with something.
"Ah, yes, the two of us discovered a very interesting new store." Just facing the high pressure from the director, Delis was so nervous that he even forgot about the alchemy workshop, and he didn't think of it until now.
He quickly fiddled with his robe and took out the contents.
Scrimgeour looked down: a second-hand wand, a box of biscuits, and a teapot.
Scrimgeour:?
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