"Miss Granger, think about it carefully. We can pay double the sponsorship..."
When Mrs. Malkin ran panting from the Ravenclaw stand to the Gryffindor stand, she happened to bump into a tall, middle-aged witch who was lobbying Hermione hard for her old enemy, the owner of the extraordinary clothing store.
Boss, Ms. Maggie.
Yes, this is exactly what Madam Malkin is worried about:
That bitch Maggie will never miss the opportunity to poach someone!
Most of the shops in Diagon Alley that have cooperated with Gringotts on "cashless payment" have received tickets.
Compared with other stores that were still waiting to see, after seeing the girls' tour advertisement, the rival of "Mrs. Malkin's Robe Store", Tuofan Clothing Store, was the first to be unsatisfied. After her daughter Freya
Under the guidance of Mrs. Maggie, she rushed to the edge of the Gryffindor stands almost immediately and proposed the idea of exclusively sponsoring the freshman team.
"Maggie, go ahead! Those kids won't like your clothes!"
cried Madam Malkin angrily, as fiercely as an angry hen.
"Tsk, you never seem to be able to recognize your own position, whether it's your store or yourself."
Mrs. Maggie narrowed her eyes and spoke softly and gracefully, with a condescending sense of superiority in her voice.
She deliberately added a nasal sound to the end of Mrs. Malkin's word to sound like a mockery.
"Oh, good boy, you will soon discover that people are different."
Mrs. Maggie turned back, looked at Hermione with a warm smile, and said sincerely.
"If you want to become a social elite in the future, you have to cherish your feathers now."
"Although it may be cruel to say this, most of the people who buy clothes in Madam Malkin's robe store are people like them at the bottom of the magical society. Most of them can only live a relatively failed life in the sewers..."
She glanced gracefully at Mrs. Malkin, who raised her eyebrows and looked livid, and continued quickly.
"As the owner of the top wizard robe store in the British wizarding world, I did not go into more detail about the criminals, vulgar and low-level people who buy clothes in other stores, and how cheap and rough the fabrics and stitching in those stores are.
I’m very proud of them. After all, we can barely be considered half of our peers, and their existence is also very important.”
"Just as there are always differences between poor students and top students in the same class, the same is true in the clothing industry."
"Obviously, there is no comparison between our Toutan clothing store and that, uh... Madame Fool's robe store... Oh, my God, what a lack of language is required.
Of course, it may not be easy for some people to have such an unpleasant name..."
"Don't go too far! Maggie"
Mrs. Malkin was shaking with anger, and there was a faint blush on her cheeks.
"At least 90% of the students at Hogwarts have purchased school uniforms from me, and..."
"But after they graduate from school, any wizard with some achievements and social status will not step into that cheap, simple, cookie-cutter small workshop again. Hey, why is this? Oh, by the way!
I remembered!"
Mrs. Maggie from Tuofan Clothing Store crossed her arms in front of her chest, and the corners of her mouth curved in a mocking arc.
"One side is purely handmade and customized, and the other side is the modification of the exact same clothing..."
"Forget it, I don't want to waste too much time discussing these obvious truths."
Mrs. Maggie looked away from Mrs. Malkin and looked back at the lucky girl with messy hair in front of her.
"As I just said, Tuofan Clothing Store hopes to obtain the exclusive sponsorship of your team's future games. We can pay double the price that Madam Malkin can give. And, Miss Granger, you don't want to
You may want to add some unflattering labels to your honor, in this regard, our Tuofan clothing store can help you."
She stretched out her hand, waiting for another victory, just like she had snatched the order from Malkin countless times before.
Mrs. Maggie's right hand was frozen in the air and Hermione ignored her.
"Thank you, ma'am. Those Quidditch robes you sent are so great!"
Hermione smiled brightly, took the initiative to hold Mrs. Malkin's hand, and said sweetly.
"And the color is so beautiful that no one would wear it during training. If it weren't for the fact that you later wrote a letter saying that you would help repair it if it was damaged, we might have had to wait until today to wear it for the first time."
"Uh, really? I'm still a little worried about whether the size will be inappropriate..."
Mrs. Malkin was stunned for a moment, and a grateful smile appeared on her face.
In fact, when Elena first found her, she didn't pay much attention to this matter.
Everyone's robes were slightly modified according to the size they bought in the store, and the so-called sponsorship after that was just sending some underwear and socks. Compared to the remuneration that Mrs. Maggie could pay
It's definitely a long way off.
"No, they all fit perfectly! I heard that Irina and the others sometimes even wear it as a nightgown..."
"How about that? I will help you measure the size later. I have collected all the Quidditch robes. If you are going to rest regularly, they need to be looser and softer. You won't change sponsors.
Right……"
Mrs. Malkin looked nervously at the little witch with bright brown eyes, who looked like an angel.
"Of course not, ma'am," Hermione said with a happy smile.
On the other side, Mrs. Maggie's expression quickly turned cold as she was left alone by the two of them.
"It's such a shame, Miss Granger, I thought you would be a smart person."
She spoke slowly, arrogantly with a hint of suppressed annoyance.
"did not expect……"
"Oh, I originally thought so too. Madam, I didn't expect you to be still here."
Hermione turned her head in surprise, blinked her eyes and spoke softly.
"Do you think money and power are really omnipotent? What's more, in my opinion, you don't seem to have that advantage in this regard, especially after you said those remarks, it is impossible for us to have
If there is any chance of cooperation, if you still care about dignity and grace, you should leave here silently at this time...at least not many people will notice..."
As the best friend of the "Queen of Gringotts", she had no idea about the price offered by Madam Maggie.
Ever since she learned a little bit about the power of capital from Elena, for example, the pocket money of that dumpling was enough to buy several Flourish and Blotts bookstores, Hermione's view of money had been brutally destroyed and rebuilt several times.
Compared to many people, Hermione realized the meaning of the sentence "money is just a number" very early.
However, in Mrs. Maggie's eyes, this is more akin to arrogance based on ignorance.
If it weren't for the fact that this little witch had a certain say in the matter and that they were advertising "Mrs. Malkin's Robe Store", Mrs. Maggie's character would not have dealt with such a little guy who had just entered the second grade.
On the way here just now, she had already learned some general information about Hermione's family background from Freya.
A second-grade witch from the Muggle world with fairly good grades.
"Heh, are you driving me away? Heh, heh"
Faced with Hermione Granger's unabashed expulsion order, Madam Maggie snorted with anger and laughter.
"Now it seems that I was obviously wrong. Something rotten in my bones and bloodline cannot be changed at all! From the beginning, I shouldn't have expected anything from a smelly little mudblood... Let's go
, Freya, I believe Slytherin House will be happy to accept an extremely generous sponsorship."
Mrs. Maggie said viciously, she pulled her daughter and prepared to turn around and leave angrily.
"Maggie, you went too far! Apologize!"
Before she could take a step forward, Mrs. Malkin angrily stopped in front of Mrs. Maggie. Hermione saw that Mrs. Malkin had even pulled her wand out of her robes, pointing it as if she was holding a dagger.
Mrs. Maggie, screamed.
"Apologise! Don't make me chant a spell at you! Or let me see if your magic has improved after graduation."
boom
The huge explosion resounded throughout the stadium, drowning out Madam Malkin's words behind her.
A red beam of light shot out from behind Mrs. Malkin and hit Mrs. Maggie in the chest, causing her to roll in a ball on the ground. Her hair, which had been carefully tied up, spread out, leaving her in an indescribable embarrassment.
.
"It's really troublesome. Do you think I can't cast the spell myself?"
Elena narrowed her eyes in dissatisfaction and glanced at Bill behind her who raised the wand first.
Bill Weasley can be said to be quite outstanding in terms of character, ability, and character in all aspects. The only thing that makes Elena a little dissatisfied may be that he is too excellent and responsible.
After being warned, she had almost no chance to reasonably counterattack this semester. Most of the unsighted guys were dealt with first by Bill.
"No, no, I really couldn't hold it back for a while!"
Seeing the light of the contract seal on Elena's left hand disappear, Bill slowly breathed a sigh of relief and explained quickly.
At the same time, all the little wizards around stopped talking and looked at Bill with surprise and uncertainty, who had just cast the spell, and Mrs. Maggie who was lying on the ground moaning in pain. Things happened so fast that most people didn't know it yet.
what happened.
"What's wrong?! I'm sorry, please excuse me. I am the prefect. Who is causing trouble?"
Percy's voice, he struggled to squeeze out from the crowd.
However, when he saw the protagonist of this "sudden brawl", his original air and momentum suddenly dropped a bit.
"Uh Bill? What happened? I just heard the sound of a magic explosion..."
The young Gryffindor prefect's eyes stayed on the wand in Bill's hand for a moment, and then waved it on the middle-aged witch who was curled up on the ground moaning softly, and the Slytherin girl next to her, feeling a little unaware.
At a loss.
However, before Bill could open his mouth to explain, the senior Slytherin girl not far away suddenly screamed.
"How dare you hit my mother! You bastard! You have to pay for this!"
Freya yelled angrily and quickly reached for her robe with her right hand, preparing to take out her wand and fight back.
"Look out! Bill!"
Elena's eyes suddenly lit up, and she suddenly took half a step forward, blocking in front of Bill.
This time she paid special attention to her angle, which happened to block the angle of the B-level employee's spell. A thin layer of armor protected her body and at the same time, Elena had already thought of a counterattack after pulling the opponent into the battle round.
Already.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"All petrified!"
At this moment, three voices sounded from the surroundings in no particular order.
Two of them came from behind Percy, and the other came from the sky.
Three spells hit Freya at the same time, who was about to attack Bill. The wand she had just touched flew far away and passed through the crowd and landed under the seat in the back. Her body was also stiff.
The ground was locked in place.
"Your reaction is a bit slow, brother..."
Fred walked out of the crowd holding his wand and said with a playful smile.
"Who knows, maybe this is the type Bill likes. Fred, you are very decisive..."
Behind him, George shrugged his shoulders and joked with a smirk, selectively ignoring Percy's livid face.
Anyway, the first one to take action now is Bill, the eldest brother. Even if Percy wants to file a complaint, he will deal with Bill first. But according to the "Weasley Family Match Winner and Loser Table" for so many years, it will undoubtedly be very difficult for Percy to win.
matter.
"Don't be stupid, Bill won't like such a crazy woman."
Ginny Weasley made a face and jumped deftly off her broomstick.