days at Hogwarts

Chapter 412 Why are you always in Gringotts (page 12)

Shelves were set up in the alleyways of Diagon Alley.

It just so happened that the Quidditch World Cup was about to start, and many products related to Quidditch and watching the game were selling very hotly. By the way, the stores also took out the old goods piled in the warehouse and put them on the shelves, thinking What if someone falls in love with it?

Madam Malkin's robe shop, second-hand robe shop and extraordinary clothing store all have a lot of Muggle clothing for sale outside - the game is held in Muggle territory, and wizards need to dress up as Muggles.

There were probably Muggle-born wizards helping to select the products. The clothes hanging out were actually Muggle styles, with nothing out of the ordinary.

However, perhaps in order to cover their whereabouts and try not to attract the attention of Muggles, the clothes sold in these clothing stores are very simple in shape and color, even simple. Wizards who are accustomed to exaggerated dressing styles basically look down on them, even children. Otherwise, only people like Mr. Weasley would buy some.

You can see all kinds of things on the shelves on both sides of the street, from ancient alchemical items, mysterious potions that have been dusty for who knows how long, to a certain person who won the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award five times a few years ago. From limited-edition signed books to a mess of magical animal ingredients and magical artifacts whose functions are unclear, the store's products focus on whatever you want, and customers buy things based on their preferences.

Although Loren had seen many dismantled screenshots of ancient alchemical artifacts in the Book of Fantasy, and could see the general function of the magic patterns and magic circles on the surface, he was not sure about the complex patterns on the inner layer, which required him to determine the specific details of a magic item. He wasn't sure what it was used for, whether it was damaged or not, and how many times it could be used.

What's more, in order to prevent their works from being dismantled by others, some alchemists will add some additional interference patterns, just like encryption.

But it's not that he has no clue at all. His eyes can distinguish the magic power contained in magic artifacts. Those colorful magic powers can't be determined, but the black and blood-colored magic power is definitely not a good thing.

Some copper-shaped skull pendants and wood carvings in the shape of vicious bird claws exude an ominous curse. At a glance, you can tell that they are black magic items. These items should be in Knockturn Alley next door, not Diagon Alley.

Seeing the wizard customers looking at these things with great interest, Loren finally knew where the patients from St. Goman's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Maladies came from.

However, since the last large-scale inventory of dark magic items by the Ministry of Magic has been retained, and they can be sold openly in Diagon Alley, the curses on these items are not life-threatening. At most, they can move the facial features and add a few more. Fingers or extra arms...

Just seek medical treatment promptly.

Loren didn't pay much attention, sipping the ice cream and walking happily while watching the excitement. From time to time, he scooped a scoop of ice cream and fed it to Hermione beside him.

Both Wizards Weekly and Daily Prophet have published their respective lists of recommended items for watching the game, including tents, binoculars, flags to support the team, enough food and beer.

The best-selling one is the Magic Tent. No one can predict the length of a Quidditch match. The fastest one only takes a few minutes, while the slow one takes several months. The last Quidditch World Cup final lasted for five days. So spectators need to prepare tents for camping.

There are also wizards who try to use Baffy's Brain Refresher to last until the end of the game, so that they can have a good sleep after the game is over, of course, in the ward of Saint-German Hospital.

Speaking of tents, the wizard's tents with the Invisible Stretch Charm cast on them are large enough to accommodate a family, and some are even larger than some villas. Tents with ordinary workmanship and low prices only expand the space. High-end magic tents have complete internal facilities, such as bedrooms, living rooms, kitchens and bathrooms.

Some tents look just like normal tents, but there are also some wizard tents that want to write magic on the tarpaulin outside. Fire-breathing lizards and vultures with swinging wings are hung on both sides of the tent. The various activities on the surface canvas are magical. The animals are lifelike.

"Sir, take a look, the tents we have here are all newly made this year." A young shop assistant greeted the two people enthusiastically, not looking down on their immature faces at all, "If you buy now, you will also get an Irish shamrock flag. "

Loren found it interesting and asked with a smile: "What if we are supporters of the Bulgarian team?"

The young clerk's expression was solemn: "Sorry sir, you may need to go to another store to buy a tent -"

Before he finished speaking, the clerk was kicked away by the store manager who was leaning against a pillar to bask in the sun. The slightly fat store manager greeted with a smile on his face: "Don't listen to his nonsense. We will take the flag of whichever team the customer needs." Whichever team’s flag you want to give away, if both teams want it, we can give it away.”

Loren and Hermione couldn't help laughing. Loren said, "Thank you, Mr. Store Manager, let's take a look for ourselves and come back to you if necessary."

"Of course, I wish you both a happy shopping."

The slightly chubby store manager took a few steps back and began to severely teach the Irish fan clerk, who had no professional ethics, and the clerk tightened his neck. It seemed that this was not the first time a similar situation had happened.

"It feels like it can be transformed into an ordinary tent..."

While looking at the tents displayed on the shelves, Loren muttered in a low voice: "I remember that your family has a home tent for camping. We used it when we went to the Forest of Dean during the summer vacation of our first grade."

Hermione sipped the ice cream and hummed twice. She remembered that night, the tent was too crowded, Loren was lying next to her, and she stayed up most of the night before falling asleep.

After finishing the last scoop of ice cream, Hermione let out a breath of cold air: "I don't think it's a wise choice to buy things according to the advertisement list in Wizarding Weekly. Maybe we should ask Ron, or ask Neville."

Loren thought about it and felt it made sense.

"Then let's buy tickets first."

"Where can I buy it?"

"Although I don't know where the official ticket office is, I know that you can definitely buy tickets from the goblins in Gringotts."

Walking through the shops on a street, he came to the snow-white building, nodded to the goblin waiter in a scarlet and gold uniform, passed through the shiny bronze door, and glanced at the warnings on the bronze and silver doors as usual, Luo Ren and Hermione enter the interior of Gringotts.

Entering the marble hall, as before, more than a hundred goblins were sitting on high stools behind a row of long counters, conducting transactions, weighing coins and precious metals with scales, inspecting gems with eyepieces, and recording neatly in the ledger.

Loren and Hermione noticed that there were many transactions for exchanging Muggle currency on the counter. Many goblins were explaining to wizards the several denominations of pounds, their usage methods and exchange rates.

An elf had just finished the transaction. Loren and Hermione walked towards the free counter: "Good morning, we plan to buy tickets for the Quidditch World Cup. Does Gringotts have this business?"

"Oh, sir..."

Like most goblins, this goblin's dark face showed shrewdness, and his pointed beard was somewhat similar to Professor Flitwick's first grade. The goblin trader glanced at the two of them calmly, and said tentatively: "Ancient Spirit The pavilion does not provide ticketing services."

"Really?" Loren raised his eyebrows.

"But the purpose of the goblin is to serve customers..." The goblin spoke very slowly, "We are willing and able to provide you with tickets, but... the price -"