155. Chapter 155 You are not the only one with money
Chapter 155 Otherwise, I am rich
The new week has arrived, and students are attracted by the latest announcements on the board of directors on their way to the cafeteria for breakfast.
The Duel Club has reopened again and everyone is welcome to join.
At the dining table, a piece of gossip quickly spread among the students.
"Going to the Forbidden Forest?" Charles was stunned for a moment, "Shouldn't Professor lead the team?"
Fred looked very excited: "Yes, Professor Grylls said that after Halloween, he will take students to the Forbidden Forest for field study."
George on the side said: "Of course, it's just on the edge, and it won't go too deep."
Charles nodded. It seemed that Bell taught the real thing.
After finishing breakfast, Percy came over when leaving the cafeteria.
Percy handed a large volume of letters to Charles: "Father asked me to give him that car. He was very happy to have someone as ruthless as himself."
Charles scratched his head. He had originally asked the Percy gang to contact Mr. Weasley and offered him a hundred galleons to buy the car. Unexpectedly, he actually gave it away directly.
Although the car was running around in the Forbidden Forest, it was not difficult to catch it, and it was easy for Mr. Weasley to get it back, but he actually gave it away.
Percy saw Charles' doubts and said, "Mother doesn't want to see that car again."
Charles became famous. The car almost destroyed Ron. It would be nice if Mrs. Weasley came and took his legs apart.
"It's not good that he just took the car." Charles was very polite, "Ron's wand is broken, he will give me the money later, and I can help Ron buy a new wand."
Percy thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
In the first herbology class tomorrow morning, before walking out of the castle gate, Eleanor suddenly appeared and asked Charles to come to her place tomorrow night.
After dinner, Charles came to Eleanor's laboratory.
Eleanor was walking on the bed in the bedroom, with several paintings floating in front of her. She seemed to be having difficulty choosing.
Charles walked next to her and saw pictures of broomsticks in various styles, with sexual data attached to them.
"Would you like to buy a broomstick?" Charles asked.
"Yeah." Eleanor nodded, "That Malfoy sponsored a broomstick for Slytherin, and he was so proud every day that he couldn't see anything anymore."
"He contacted Randolph Badmore, the son of Abel Badmore, one of the founders of the German company Ellerby and Badmore, who was good at making broomsticks. He made the mistake of defeating the broom company in the Nimbus Race.
interested."
"Humph, he begged Gryffindor for something better!"
Charles thought to himself, well, that’s not the way to fight for wealth.
Eleanor took his arm and asked, "Several drawings were sent over there. Let me see which one is suitable."
Charles looked at it carefully. Those broomsticks were all more powerful than Nimbus 2001, and among them there was actually the predecessor of the Firebolt.
"Just that one."
He previously chose a broomstick called "Firefly".
Eleanor asked him: "Why did you choose that one?"
Charles said: "The broomstick used by the Aurors of the German Ministry of Magic is very flexible and can accelerate instantly."
Although the firebolt's performance is good, it is not easy to fully utilize it. Using a 200-point broomstick can only bring out 60% of its performance. It is not as good as using a 150-point broomstick to bring out 90% of its performance.
Not everyone on the Gryffindor Quidditch team is as talented as Harry. Others using Firebolts are a waste of time, and may cause problems because they cannot control them.
Eleanor asked him curiously: "How do I know whether the German Aurors use that kind of broomstick?"
Charles replied: "He heard from Marlene that an Auror came to her house to buy medicine... Hello!"
Before he finished speaking, Eleanor pressed him down on the bed and asked with a wicked smile: "Where is Marlene from?"
Charles replied with a blank line: "I am a new friend."
"Don't believe it!" Eleanor asked, "Girlfriend?"
Charles shook his head in denial.
"It's boring!" Eleanor looked disappointed, "I really thought I had grown up."
Charles routinely replied: "He is very young and is focusing on his studies now."
"Hey..." Eleanor teased beside him, pulling his legs to use as pillows, "If I don't have fun when I'm young, I'll regret it when I'm older."
Charles wondered if he was playing right now.
Eleanor took a long breath after finishing speaking.
"What's wrong?" Charles asked her, "I look a little unhappy?"
"Well." Eleanor said softly, "family matters."
"That bastard, I don't know where I heard about the Statute of Secrecy, so he said he was not a wizard and asked to sever ties with Muggles, so he shouldn't have a share of grandpa's inheritance."
"I also met his grandfather, on the morning of Christmas vacation."
"As you get older, will the slimming medicine give you virtual youth?"
"Now he can't wake up, and Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore can't do anything."
Charles took her over and patted her back gently.
Eleanor lay quietly on his chest and never shut up.
Charles just hugged her quietly and didn't say any words of comfort.
After an unknown amount of time, Eleanor suddenly asked him: "Charles, do I really think people will go to heaven after they die?"
Charles was silent for a long time, maybe he was the most qualified to answer that question.
But he couldn't say it clearly, and no one would believe it.
At that time, he suddenly thought, had he died in that life, had his soul dissipated, or had he traveled through time again?
If you want to travel again, would you like to make some preparations, such as learning how to make steel, paper, black powder, steam engines, and raise pigs through local methods?
Or, learn some swordsmanship or something?
The two of them were thinking about their own things. It was so quiet in the bedroom that you could hear the sound of your heartbeat.
It was Saturday, and during breakfast time, a large group of owls flapped their wings and flew into the cafeteria.
Those owls were almost in groups, pulling unpackaged broomsticks and ordering the Gryffindor Quidditch players.
Charles curled his lips. Those broomsticks were delivered yesterday morning, and there will be an unveiling ceremony tomorrow to provoke Slytherin.
I have to say that those flying broomsticks from the same manufacturer as the Firebolt are indeed beautiful. They also adopt a streamlined design. You can tell if the wooden handle is carefully polished and good wood. The branches at the end of the broom are carefully selected to form a streamlined shape. They look good.
It can be seen that it is not ordinary expensive.
The owls released their claws above the players' heads, and everyone unconsciously stretched out their legs to grab them.
Just when the broomstick was about to enter the leg, the falling speed slowed down and fell gently into the leg.
"What a broom!" Fred's eyes almost sparkled.
George wouldn't shut up at the side, and he might want to be held in his arms to sleep tomorrow night.
As for the captain of the Quidditch team, Wood was already laughing his head off.
Harry was a little embarrassed. He looked at the broomstick and said, "It's a good broomstick, but he's already used to Nimbus 2000."
Charles said: "Then I will continue to use the Nimbus 2000. The most suitable one is the best. Just put that one in the warehouse. Maybe they can use it."
Ron wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said, "Harry, I'll keep it. He will sign up for the reserve team tomorrow and I'll give it to him then."
The person who made the calculation was despised by the people around him.
Charles smiled, looking at the Slytherin table, Malfoy's expression changed wonderfully.