"Let's first find two ID cards and the corresponding heads. In a McDonald's in London, Joel described the next plan to Sergey, "Then..."
"Yeah, I know." After repeated questions about Joel's complete plan, Sergey gave up on the idea and concentrated on staring at the Coca-Cola in his hand.
"You like drinking Coke so much, why not buy a bunch of them after you make money and go back to school." Joel couldn't help but joked when he saw that Sergey's mouth never took off the straw.
Sergey, who always liked to be straightforward, didn't react and just responded in a muffled voice.
Joel finished his portion of fries on his tray and handed the unopened Coke to Sergey.
Sergey finished the cup of Coke in his arms, went to get another one, then grabbed a cup of Coke in one hand and followed Joel out of McDonald's.
Today is a British holiday, and there are not many people on the bus.
Joel and Sergey deliberately came to the downtown area and took the most crowded bus. On this kind of transportation, the traces of the Ministry of Magic had no effect at all.
Taking advantage of their short stature, the two of them secretly used the Disillusionment Charm to open the person's wallet with their magic wands, took out the ID card and hair, and then thoughtfully sealed the wallet with Restoration and put it away.
A few pieces of change are used as compensation for reporting the loss of the ID card.
Of course, due to their height, they could only steal the hair of passengers sitting on their seats.
Thanks to the "excellent" water quality in the UK, passengers have a bunch of hair that has detached from the hair follicles on their heads every morning, which Joel and Sergey can easily remove.
The next day, they set off from the Leaky Cauldron pub and went to a fast food restaurant next to King's Cross station. They changed into the thick coats and shoes in the bathroom.
"Can this still be used?" Sergey looked at the polyjuice potion with a hesitant expression.
The two of them had almost run out of Polyjuice Potion in the Soviet Union, not to mention that other people's hair had been put in the bottles containing Polyjuice Potion. In Sergey's mind, this obviously did not meet their requirements.
"Just follow my approach," Joel said without changing his expression. He poured the two people's polyjuice potions together, covered the lid and shook it up and down evenly, and then poured half of it into Sergey's bottle. "I used to
I have asked Alan, and I am very confident in his knowledge of potions."
"It just doesn't look the same anymore."
"That's it?" Sergey lowered his voice, "Isn't this serious enough?"
Joel shrugged his shoulders, "Isn't it normal for the face to be slightly different from the ID card? Maybe fat or thin or bald or...well, there is no next word or."
"...If you say so, then that's it." Sergey sighed, took out the Coke from Joel's pocket bag, poked the straw into it and took a sip.
"Here, drink it. The remaining amount can hardly last a whole day. We have to work quickly." Joel handed Sergey the polyjuice potion that was put into the hair again, and then he put more than 3,000 grams into it.
Gold took out his bag and drank his share of the polyjuice potion in one gulp. Every bone in his body was changing. His leg bones and hand bones were lengthening and thinning, turning into a sickly and thin body.
middle-aged man.
Sergey looked at Joel, holding an ID card in his hand, "Don't tell me, I really can't see any obvious difference."
The two rushed to the pawn shop carrying a large bag of gold.
"These golds," the manager of the pawn shop glanced at the ID, then turned his attention to the two middle-aged men sitting opposite who showed no emotion or anger, "is the origin..."
Joel pretended to be a middle-aged man and said coldly, "But the gold is real gold. Your subordinates have just verified it. I am not afraid to tell you where the gold comes from - the north."
A glimmer of light appeared on the manager's chubby face, "Don't worry, you two, of course we charge the gold, it's just the price..."
"How about $300 per ounce?" The manager first made an offer. The origin of this batch of gold was unknown, and he tried to keep the price as low as possible.
"I have to explain in advance," Joel crossed his legs, "We will have a lot of gold coming from the north in the future. If you negotiate with this kind of sincerity..."
"$310!" the manager blurted out.
Joel leaned back and crossed his hands together, as if he had taken the initiative in price negotiations, "We don't want U.S. dollars...how can we want U.S. dollars?"
"We need silver in exchange, do you have any?" Joel said with a light smile on his face.
The manager kept thinking, "Of course, will all this gold be exchanged for spot silver?"
"That's right, all converted into silver." Joel said, "The price is $3.80 per ounce, right?
"On the last day of the year, it has become $3.86 per ounce..." the manager smiled.
From 1991 to 1992, the gold-silver ratio reached its historical peak, which provided Joel with a broader profit margin for his plan.
"Let's just say $3.9 per ounce. Do you have enough goods here?"
"We can get it together this afternoon." The manager called the phone and told the matter.
258,730 grams of silver, a total of 258.73 kilograms of silver. The pawn shop also specially used a truck to deliver the goods to Charing Cross Road.
After seeing off the pawn shop man, Joel and Sergey put the silver into small pocket bags.
"Finally, all the silver was stuffed in." Joel said with a grimace. The space expanded by the Traceless Stretch Spell was not a bottomless pit, but closely related to the space of the original object. A suitcase and a small wallet cast Traceless at the same time.
The effect of the Stretching Charm is completely different.
The capacity of this small pocket bag to hold so much silver was already at its limit. Joel planned to replace it with a bag with more space after making money.
The two entered Gringotts in Diagon Alley through the Leaky Cauldron on Charing Cross Road.
The same old goblin wearing glasses received them.
"I want to ask, are you the right one to collect silver?" Joel stepped forward and whispered in the goblin's ear.
The old goblin's ears twitched twice, "Of course, Gringotts, as the only currency issuance agency in the wizarding world, acquires gold, silver and copper, and makes them into Galleons, Sickles and Nats, which are used as currency for global circulation.
"
"Are gold galleons made of pure gold?"
"It contains pure gold, but we also added other metals!" At this point, the goblin was obviously dissatisfied, "We at Gringotts use the best metals, which Gringotts has accumulated over hundreds of years.
Credibility!"
"Then if I have 100 kilograms of silver, how much will you pay?" Joel asked, staring at the goblin without blinking.
Sergey took a deep breath, as if he understood something.
"We don't just buy silver," the goblin said with a stern gaze, "We only accept commissions for making silver sicles, and usually we charge a certain amount of processing fees."
"Sir, do you really want to redeem 100 kilograms of silver?" The goblin's eyes were full of hope. He felt that his bonus this month would be much larger.