"Mom said I can't ask for your money. That car has nothing to do with our family anymore. You don't need to ask for our opinion if you want to do anything with it."
Mrs. Weasley's actual words in the letter were: To hell with that car.
"That's your property. Are you sure you want to abandon it like this? You don't need to ask for Mr. Weasley's opinion?" Erwin confirmed again and again.
"Don't worry about dad's opinion." Ron was a little listless. His new wand seemed to be hopeless. "He can't resist mom's will. Mom has disliked that car for a long time, and she just wants to find a reason to throw it away."
Erwin has a certain understanding of the distribution of power within the Weasley family.
"I can understand Mom." Percy said to Erwin: "You are only in the second year after all. This deal will be like the Weasley family cheating you of your money. If it is revealed, it will affect our family's reputation..."
Erwin can understand that for families in need, money-related matters can easily touch their sensitive dignity lines.
He originally wanted to use a little money to establish a preliminary courtesy relationship with this magical family that seemed to have a long heritage. At present, it seems that this plan cannot be realized for the time being.
After all, Ron had a young mind and quickly stopped thinking about the five hundred galleons. "Are you really that interested in my car?" he said with great interest.
"That's right, I've had a vision of a magic car since I was a child." Erwin said casually.
"Can you really just take out five hundred galleons?" Percy's doubts were in other aspects. "Does your family allow you to use such a large sum of money?"
"Actually... this is not a huge sum of money." Erwin shrugged, "In conversion, it is only two thousand five hundred pounds, which can buy... about one-third of a Muggle car?"
Ron looked quite strange and began to wonder if his family's overall wealth was enough to buy a Muggle car.
Percy shook his head helplessly, "Even if you let Hagrid help you capture my father's magic car, you must abide by the law of secrecy and it is best not to use it in front of Muggles."
"Of course I will pay attention to this."
Erwin thought for a moment, and suddenly his expression changed, "I think it must be expensive for Mr. Weasley to build such a car. I will definitely pay the five hundred galleons. Since your parents don't seem to be very willing,
Then the money can be paid directly to you."
"For us?" Ron opened his mouth wide in disbelief.
"No," Percy refused without hesitation, "We can't take your money." There was something strange in his eyes.
"Don't worry, listen to me." Erwin said calmly, "These five hundred galleons are obtained from selling your father's wisdom. It is a regular income. This is also a kind of respect for the fruits of your father's labor.
As members of the Weasley family, you also have the right to keep such a property. Just imagine, when your family falls into serious financial difficulties one day in the future, you take out these five hundred galleons...
Will be a hero in the family."
Ron was about to say something, but Percy jumped in first, "Although what you said does make sense, there is no way we can accept this money behind Mom's back. Stop talking, Erwin."
Ron could only shut his mouth angrily.
Erwin looked nonchalant, "If you change your mind, you can come to me to withdraw money at any time."
In the next few days, until Halloween, Erwin's words kept echoing in Ron's ears like a devil's whisper, making him turn around and sleepless even at night.
He had never thought about what he would do if he had a lot of money, and Erwin planted a seed of thought in his heart.
This is not a fortune that can be ignored. Most of the Weasley family's income comes from the salary of their father, Arthur Weasley, and five hundred galleons requires him to work for half a year.
Since mom is not going to want that car anymore, she can't ignore its value. Naturally, she sells things to get money. Erwin is right. As his father's son, he can keep the money.
I'll take it out when I need it urgently at home.
Of course, when the money is in his hands, he can use part of it for legitimate and necessary consumption, such as changing a wand, buying a new robe, and giving Harry a decent gift at Christmas.
Gifts, these are very necessary expenses, and he promises not to use another Nat for the remaining money...
Ron's concept of money has been deeply improved in a few days. During class, he would often suddenly fall into a sluggish state because of thinking about the money, allowing Snape to find opportunities to deduct a lot of money from Gryffindor.
Less points.
Finally, on the morning of Halloween, he couldn't hold it any longer and sneakily approached Erwin and offered to "keep" the money.
However, Erwin's expression was strange, "You're a step too late."
"Come on, are you late?" Ron was dumbfounded.
"Yes, Percy already asked for the money the day before yesterday."
The young Weasley's face changed several times. The faint feeling of guilt before disappeared instantly. A kind of anger of being deceived and betrayed brewed in his chest. He immediately rushed to find Pearl.
Xixing division went to inquire about the crime.
Looking at Ron's back, Erwin's mouth curved slightly.
"Is this Mr. Erwin Frost?" a soft voice suddenly said.
There was no one around, so Erwin looked around and determined the source of the sound, which was the portrait in the corner.
The portrait showed a timid little woman, "Mr. Frost, Principal Dumbledore wants you to go to the principal's office now."
Erwin nodded slightly, "I know, thank you."
The little woman bowed slightly to him.
Using these portraits with certain intelligence, specific messages can be quickly transmitted within the school. Erwin is not surprised.
After more than half a month, Professor Dumbledore finally returned to Hogwarts.
Without being asked for any password, Erwin stepped onto the spiral staircase behind the huge gargoyle statue, and entered the principal's office in a dozen seconds.
Nothing in the office has changed. The portraits of past principals are still noisy. There is a beautiful crimson bird on the birdstand in the corner, which is a phoenix.
Erwin naturally knew about Dumbledore's Phoenix companion Fawkes, having met him the last time he came to the principal's office.
Unlike the legendary magical bird that can control fire, real phoenixes are not very aggressive. They have strong magic power. Their tail feathers can be used as the conductive material for the core of the wand, but their abilities seem to be limited to healing and rebirth.
Dumbledore appeared, and he followed Erwin's gaze and looked over, "That's Fawkes." He introduced.
"If I have a chance in the future, I will raise a little fox and call it Phoenix." Erwin chuckled.
"It's not a bad joke." Dumbledore said seriously, but without any airs.
"Have Master Flamel's affairs been settled?" Erwin asked.
Dumbledore nodded slowly, "Things went smoothly, just in time for me to come back for the Halloween dinner. Erwin, I hope you can understand that I concealed your existence from the outside world. I will tell the world about it when you can be on your own."
It would be more appropriate to declare that you have accepted the inheritance."
Of course Erwin wouldn't have any objections. Making a fortune in silence is a very simple principle.
It was rare to meet the most powerful wizard in Britain. Of course, Erwin would not waste this opportunity. He told all the questions he had accumulated during this period, including spells, magic texts, potions, and everything else.
have.
Dumbledore answered them one by one.
Time passed unconsciously, and when Erwin solved all his questions, he felt suddenly enlightened. Although he was used to self-study, having guidance from experts would definitely improve his learning efficiency.
At the same time, he also realized the gap between himself and the truly powerful wizard.
He still has a long way to go. Magic is only the cornerstone, and all building structures on it must be supported by knowledge and will.
"Time really flies by." Dumbledore looked at the wall clock that was already pointing to twelve o'clock.
But Erwin didn't mean to say goodbye.
Dumbledore smiled, "It seems you still have questions."
Erwin nodded dullly, "I don't quite understand...how you dealt with Melanie."
"Do you think it is unreasonable for me to place such a dangerous existence among students?"
"A bit." Erwin said happily.
Dumbledore wasn't angry either, "It's really my fault for not making it clear to you in advance. You should still remember how this Miss Dracula was injured, right?"
Erwin nodded.
"The second layer of subspace in the Wyrmrest Sanctuary essentially provides an astonishingly powerful permanent transformation effect. It allows your dragon form to be forcibly transformed into a primitive dragon. For non-dragon creatures, the effect is
Extremely deadly."
"Fatal? Could it be that Melanie was actually almost dead when she left the Dragon Sleeping Sanctuary?" Erwin frowned.
"Yes, every cell in her body has been irreversibly traumatized. You should already know the source of vampire magic. Such injuries mean that her strength has dropped off a cliff, and it is almost permanent. What's even worse is that
, her body still has a tendency to collapse."
"So she can only turn to you for help." Erwin understood.
Now Melanie is just a toothless tiger.
"We finally reached a deal. I provided her with shelter so that she would not become the prey of other vampires due to her loss of strength. Cannibalism is a common occurrence for this race." Dumbledore paused.
After a while, "As for the magic shackles on her body, although it greatly limits her strength, it is essentially protecting her because it also prevents her body from collapsing."
"I see, that means you even saved her, and her life can be said to be completely in your hands." Erwin finally understood why the female vampire seemed to want to please him these days, "
But since she relies entirely on you and Hogwarts, why is there any trade? As the other party to the trade, what can she provide?"
, "You need to discover this." Dumbledore's tone was very meaningful.
"Me?" Erwin was surprised.
"The vampire's blood magic is unique to a certain extent. You have already been grafted with blood. She should be able to help you use your blood more effectively."
"That's it." Erwin pondered, "Is the core command of those magic shackles on Melanie's body the 'Nat Sheets of Destiny'?"
"You have already found it?" Dumbledore exclaimed, "Although I said this was a 'trigger' I deliberately left behind, I thought it would take two or three years for you to find it. It seems that you have studied and studied magic texts.
The progress far exceeded my expectations.”
He was very pleased.
This gave Erwin a rare feeling that his vanity was satisfied. After all, this was the affirmation of the principal. "Now that I have discovered the trigger, that set of magic shackles can be controlled by me?"
"Of course, I originally planned to let you be responsible for her. I suggest you add an extra level of identity authentication to that magic script program, and just use... your own blood. This should be the safest."