Beer... no more.

Magazines... gone.

Happy, too!

Dawlish's expression darkened visibly with the naked eye. The counter in front of him was covered with large and small coins, gold Galleons, silver Sickles, and copper Knuts stacked together.

There was not a single Knut left in Dawlish's wallet now. But it's still a little short of 20 galleons. To be precise, seven Galleons, nine Sickles, and twelve Nats.

This can't be blamed on Dawlish, he can carry 20 Galleons with him, which is already very impressive. Naya next to her didn't mean to borrow money either. She was poorer than Dawlish, and her monthly skin care expenses were not a small amount.

Dawlish pondered for a moment, then took out the canary biscuit and magic wand, he planned to return these two items, so that he would have enough money to pay the deposit.

"No need." Tom waved his hand and pushed the thing back.

"I believe in your reputation. Twelve Galleons are enough." Tom accepted the deposit, mainly to collect a cost fee, in case Dawlish suddenly changed his mind and didn't want this alchemy creation, and he had to pay for the materials. .

Dawlish breathed a sigh of relief.

Tom then produced two rolls of parchment from under the counter.

"Let's sign the contract."

When signing the contract, Dawlish made a little correction to the details of the alchemical creation: he wanted to make a ring, not a glove.

No problem on Tom's side. The two parties quickly signed the contract. Dawlish put away the contract and left Pony's alchemy workshop with Naya.

Tom remained in the workshop for the rest of the time, until Mr. Pony returned.

Ding! Even in the studio, the welcome bell is clearly audible. Hearing the bell ring, Tom walked out of the studio and saw Mr. Pony walking in with an excited face.

"How's business today?" He asked casually.

"I took two orders, and they both came to me to make rings."

"Congratulations." Mr. Pony, not remorseful about missing out on business, waved to Tom, beckoning him to come. After Tom approached, he put a suitcase on the cash register like a treasure offering.

"Come, take a look at the treasure I received at a huge price!" Mr. Pony's face was full of pride, "This is a prototype designed by the top painter in the non-magic world, and the most experienced artist in the city of London." The sculpture was hand-crafted by the master... Finally, she was given life by the top transfiguration master in the magic world, and finally I, the top alchemist, gave her strength—this is my alchemy doll: Purple Rain Heart .”

Lying in the box is a very delicate doll, about a foot long, with long beige hair, wearing a pair of red-soled black high-heeled shoes, and a white fur mink on the black tights. The doll also has a small model automatic rifle at hand.

Tom:? ? ?

"I saw it at a Muggle before. It was love at first sight, and I never forgot it. I finally saved up enough money to buy it a few days ago. Today, I made an appointment with a master of transfiguration to make her a doll that can move..." Mr. Pony chattered and started. The origin of the doll in my box.

Tom was shocked. He doesn't know who is the top painter in the non-magic world and the most experienced master in the city of London. The top transfiguration master in the magic world is Professor McGonagall, right? !

Also, is this kind of doll really convenient to show in public?

"I'm going to alchemy, you continue to look at the store - you can get off work by yourself at five o'clock." Mr. Pony put away the box, and walked briskly to work in the studio.

Only Tom, whose cognition has been refreshed, stayed in the store to watch the store.

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Dawlish and Naya, who had left the alchemy workshop, had no intention of continuing to investigate. They then spot-checked a few shops in Knockturn Alley and returned to the Ministry of Magic.

"Two hundred Galleons, Dawlish, you are really generous." While waiting for the elevator, Naya sighed.

Dawlish ignored her.

You hateful bitch, mind your own business!

"Rich man,

Unlike me, who can only afford 20 galleons of gloves..." Naya touched the gloves on her hands, a little bit fond of them.

Dawlish rolled his eyes, and at the same time decided to change shifts with his colleagues. During the summer vacation, he would go on duty at the World Cup to earn some overtime pay and field work.

The elevator creaked to the second floor.

[The second level, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, includes the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, the Auror Command and the Wizengamot Management Agency. 】

Dawlish and Naya got out of the elevator together. They turned a corner, passed through two heavy oak doors, and entered a messy and noisy open area divided into many cubicles. This area is extremely lively, and the people inside are talking and laughing. Messaging notes flew in and out of the cubicles like miniature rockets. This is where Dawlish and Naya are based: Auror Command.

The walls of each cubicle were covered with things by Aurors, from the heads of wanted wizards--Sirius was a regular visitor here before, to posters of their favorite Quidditch teams, to their Family photos, and even newspaper clippings from the Aurors themselves~lightnovelpub.net~ can be said to be varied and all-encompassing.

An old lion-like wizard appeared in front of the two of them. His tawny hair and bushy eyebrows were streaked with gray, and he had piercing yellow eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses. When he walks, his legs and feet are not very sharp, and he feels a little lame, but this disability does not hinder his chicness. Anyone who sees him for the first time will notice that he is a sharp, tough guy.

This man was Rufus Scrimgeour, Director of the Auror Office.

"Follow me." He motioned for the two to follow him to the small meeting room next to them to report on the mission.

"So there's nothing abnormal at all?" After listening to the report, Scrimgeour's face flashed a trace of displeasure. He knows the disposition of those Knockturn Alley merchants too well~lightnovelpub.net~ For Jin Gallon, they dare to do anything.

Scrimgeour had a very bad impression of these merchants. In his eyes, if he found black magic items, he was an evil Knockturn Alley merchant, and if he didn't find any black magic items, he was a cunning Knockturn Alley merchant.

"What's in your robe?" Scrimgeour noticed that the pockets of his subordinate's robe seemed to be bulging.

"Ah, yes, the two of us found a very interesting new store." Facing the high pressure from the director just now, Dawlish was so nervous that he even forgot about the alchemy workshop, and he didn't remember it until now.

He fiddled with his robe quickly and took out the contents.

Scrimgeour looked down: a second-hand wand, a box of biscuits, a teapot.

Scrimgeour: ?

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