Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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After taking a taxi, Wayne arrived at the Leaky Cauldron again. Tom, the bar owner, was naturally impressed by such a cute little wizard. He even gave Wayne a free glass of butterbeer to drink before leaving.
"My butterbeer is just a sweet drink, non-alcoholic," Tom explained, worried that Wayne might think it was real wine. "But when it comes to butterbeer, the best is from Three Broomsticks. Mrs. Rosmerta's craftsmanship is excellent. Every time I go to Hogsmeade, I order two glasses. What's even better is that her husband is dead..."
Seeing the intoxicated expression on Tom's face, Wayne fell into deep silence.
After drinking a glass of butterbeer, Wayne stopped listening to Tom talk about widows and walked to the patio. A smile formed on the corner of his mouth. "Here we go, bro!"
Professor McGonagall had said that the trash can had a permanent sticking spell and could not be moved. At his current level, he couldn't use a decent solution to the spell. But that didn't mean Wayne couldn't do something for the wizarding world. He took out his wand and pointed it at the wall.
"Repaired as good as new."
The stone bricks, meant to be filled with grout by the wizards, soon became brand new. Wayne frowned again.
"No, it's too new. You can recognize it at a glance. Restore it as before, repair it as before, sweep it away in a whirlwind!"
After a lot of work, Wayne had finally done a good job. The entire wall became extremely clean, as if it had just been laid, and it was impossible to tell which brick was the correct entrance. He was worried that one trash can might not be enough for the Leaky Cauldron. After all, people came and went every day, and the business there was very good.
"It's just a trash can. How many times a day does Uncle Tom have to take out the trash?" he thought.
"Copy into pairs!"
After a few copying spells, the front was filled with identical trash cans. Wayne nodded with satisfaction. He's not too proficient in the copying spell yet, so these trash cans could last up to a month. But that was enough. School would start in a month, and there wouldn't be that many little wizards coming.
After doing such a great deed, he didn't tell Uncle Tom. Wayne was accustomed to hiding his merit and fame. Just as he was about to enter Diagon Alley, Wayne suddenly froze.
"Damn it, which brick is it?"
After spending a long time, Wayne finally entered Diagon Alley with a slightly depressed look on his face.
"Unlucky, I didn't expect to get into trouble first," he muttered, walking on the cobblestone road.
Diagon Alley had become more lively compared to a few days ago, with many people crowded in front of a shop. Wayne leaned over to see what was happening. It turned out to be a Quidditch boutique, with three broomsticks displayed prominently in the window and a large poster next to them.
"The new Nimbus 2000 flying broomstick is grandly launched. It adopts the most advanced acceleration charm, braking charm, and hip-hugging seat, allowing your broom to fly freely in the sky," the poster read.
A wizard next to him was looking at the broom's parameters and making comments.
"Five percent faster acceleration, five percent increased deceleration and shock absorption, and five percent increased top speed. This improvement is too small. It's like squeezing out toothpaste."
A wizard in a purple cloak sighed, "Who let the Sweep series fail to live up to expectations? Comet Company hasn't released a new product in ten years, and Nimbus is the only one?"
"Even if the improvement is small, it's still a level better than other brooms."
Wayne listened for a while and walked into the Quidditch Boutique. There were many people watching the excitement outside, but few had the intention to buy.
The status of broomsticks in the wizarding world is similar to that of family cars. Because of Floo powder and Apparition, many wizards just need one that can fly. It doesn't matter if it is faster or slower. Except for Quidditch players or rich people, not many would change their brooms for this improvement.
Wayne also saw the price on the nameplate: five hundred galleons. In his opinion, this price was not too expensive, but wages in the wizarding world were generally not high. Dozens of galleons a month was the norm, and Mr. Weasley earned only seventy or eighty galleons a month. The price of two thousand for the Nimbus was already considered expensive. Although Wayne could easily buy it, he still took a second look and left. After taking flying lessons in school, if he thought it was good, it wouldn't be too late to buy it.
After leaving the Quidditch boutique, Wayne went to the Tuofan clothing store nearby. Last time he came here, he only bought the three plain robes required by the school. The pure black robe looked no different from a walking giant bat when worn. To avoid clashing with Snape, Wayne needed to buy a few more sets in other styles.
"Welcome, do you need anything?" The owner of Tuofan Clothing Store, a well-maintained lady in her forties, smiled tenderly when she saw Wayne coming in.
"Hello madam. I need some robes suitable for school," Wayne said politely.
"Very few little wizards come to buy clothes from me. Come here."
The landlady found it interesting and beckoned Wayne. The two of them entered a small room.
Half an hour later.
"Eighty-five Galleons, twelve Sickles. Little guy, you can just give me eighty Galleons," the landlady smiled broadly, obviously satisfied. There were three robes in total, costing Wayne more than a month's salary for Mr. Weasley. It was indeed a luxury store in the wizarding world.
The money wasn't wasted. All three pieces of clothing had dust-removal charms, waterproof charms, and fire protection charms, which saved a lot of trouble. After giving the proprietress his home address, Wayne clutched his wallet and left.
The money was quickly spent. Counting the last purchase, more than half of the two hundred galleons were gone in the blink of an eye. Wayne had to go to Gringotts and withdraw another five hundred galleons before continuing to shop.
At the Changing Ink Stationery Store, he bought three quills made of devil bird feathers. They were nothing special but looked nice in pink.
At Slugjigs Pharmacy, he bought many processed potion materials. Hogwarts had great benefits, and the school provided materials for potions classes. But Wayne had to buy them himself for making and practicing potions in private. He couldn't be like Potter, who just went to Snape's office if something was missing. If someone else tried this, you could imagine how Snape would torture them.
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