"Why? This hat is very beautiful, isn't it?" Hermione didn't quite understand. She fiddled with the hat in her hand and pointed the clover on it at Tom.

"No, it's not." Tom didn't like the hat, and in order to distract Hermione, he took the initiative to pick up a small sculpture of Krum.

"Look, how exquisite this figure is!"

The figures made by wizards are much more sophisticated than those made by manufacturers in the non-magic world. Some figurines in the non-magic world reveal a smell of money-taking from the beginning to the end. For example, for some popular fan dramas, the fan dramas were not aired, but a bunch of hand-made figures were released, and the quality was so poor that it was almost impossible to directly write the six characters "people are stupid and make money quickly".

Little dolls in the magic world have a lot of conscience. First of all, the face is very restored, exactly like the real person, and the figure of the evil **** with the face collapsed does not exist here. Secondly, the quality of the magic dolls is very good, and there will be no "blind box" figures with ten dull hairs and nine broken ones. The most important thing is that these figurines can move, walk around, and change expressions, which are very realistic and very restored.

"Would you like a statue of Krum? It's very popular, just one Galleon!" Seeing that Tom was more interested in the statue, the peddler tried hard to sell it.

"It's expensive enough." Tom didn't think the statue was worth the price, because it was too small, only as long as an index finger. "This is not an ordinary product," the peddler tried hard to argue, "This statue of mine can ride a broom!"

Tom was now aroused and asked the vendor to demonstrate it to him.

Sure enough, the small statue of Krum rode directly onto the miniature Firebolt and flew around the trolley.

Mr. Granger's eyes brightened. At first it was just a walking doll, no big deal, but when it got on a broom and flew, its nature changed

It turns into a super cool minifigure!

Tom pondered for a while, "I want all the starting roles of the Irish and Bulgarian teams, can you give me a discount? Also, since you have made this kind of function, you must also make the Quidditch pitch or something? "

"Of course." The peddler proudly took out a large box from under the trolley. This box was a 50:1 scaled-down model of the real Quidditch pitch. Of course, even the scaled-down version is ten feet long and four feet wide.

Such a large model, even if the interior is rough, is worth a lot.

After some verbal battles, Tom bought the model from a peddler at a price of thirty Galleons, with the starting lineups of the Bulgarian and Irish teams, and fourteen small Firebolts as a gift.

Hermione also bought a couple of Irish badges from the peddler.

"Uncle, the gift for you has been taken for so long, thanks for taking care of it!" Tom got the set of toys and immediately gave it to Mr. Granger.

Next, Tom and the others made a big purchase in the camp, collecting all the souvenirs they saw.

"The pocket money I have saved for so long is just for this moment!"

Tom and Hermione worked part-time in July, so they can let go of shopping now.

"This, this, three, Garen one-understand?" Just as Tom was considering whether to buy a panoramic telescope for each of them, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

He turned his head and saw that Fred and George were holding a box in each hand, dancing and selling trick toys to several girls. However, it seems that due to the language barrier, their transaction is not going well.

Tom walked over, "Looks like you need a little help?"

"Tom, I really can't understand what these cute little girls mean." Fred put his hand on his forehead, and the girls on the opposite side seemed to be very potential customers, but Fred couldn't understand a word they said.

Tom listened for a while, and found that these people spoke French.

"Good evening, can I be your interpreter?" He asked the girls in awkward French.

The eyes of the little girls lit up when they heard the sentences with weird but understandable accents.

"We hope that we can buy a few magic wands that can be turned into cats." The young lady in the lead was afraid that Tom would not understand, so she spoke very slowly.

Tom nodded and conveyed their needs.

Fred shook his head, "There are only two cats."

After some chattering among the French girls, Fred finally bought five fake wands and a box of canary biscuits.

"Above Merlin!" Fred waved his fist excitedly when they walked away.

"A fake magic wand can be sold for three Galleons! Just now we made fifteen Galleons! My God, I really hope that the World Cup can be held every year." George held the bulging money bag and showed happy smile.

"If it's held too often, there won't be so many people watching the game." Tom shrugged and returned to the Granger family.

By this time Hermione had bought four panoramic binoculars. As soon as Tom came back, she shoved one into his arms.

"The functions are very complete, it can be repeated, it can do slow motion, and it can also give game analysis." Hermione seemed very satisfied with this multifunctional telescope.

Tom didn't say much, and accepted the slightly expensive gift with peace of mind.

When they returned to the tent, both of their purses were empty, and everyone else bought some souvenirs. Bill, Charlie, and Ginny had green badges pinned to their clothes, and Mr. Weasley was waving the flag of the Irish team. Ron was wearing the green clover hat, holding a statue of Krum and a panoramic telescope in his hand.

"What's this?" Seeing the model of the Quidditch pitch that Tom and Mr. Granger were carrying together, the whole tent went into a commotion.

For the next more than an hour, everyone gathered around the table and watched the two miniature teams confront each other in the stadium model until the game was about to start.

Glancing at the time~lightnovelpub.net~ Mr. Weasley decided to leave for the venue. He looked around, and when he counted the number, he saw that Percy, Fred, and George had all disappeared.

"Where did these **** go?" Mr. Weasley felt like he was about to burst: he hadn't given them the tickets yet.

After struggling for a moment, he decided to leave the tickets in the tent, and the big team went to the stadium.

It's a good strategy.

They walked into the woods along the lantern-lit passage, and halfway they saw Fred and George running towards them, panting.

Judging from the souvenirs on the two of them, their business is doing well.

"Percy he's going to watch the game with his girlfriend-

"_ will not be with us once."

Like solitaire, the two of them explained Percy's whereabouts.

"Let him go." Mr. Weasley spread his hands to show that he knew.