This Hogwarts is not normal

In the UK, the salary of an intern at the Ministry of Magic is 50 Galleons a month.

After becoming a regular, it depends on the department, but most of them start with 100, and the bonus is guaranteed to be at least 1500 a year.

The salary of Hogwarts is linked to the title, and the minimum annual salary of a professor can be 2000.

Like a stinky bat who often takes kickbacks and ruins the school's reputation, it is estimated that doubling is an understatement.

49 galleons to buy a watch, for an ordinary family, it is unthinkable.

But if it is an alchemy item, plus more than a dozen different practical functions, its cost performance is undoubtedly obvious.

A series of novels that were once popular in the British Isles only cost 5 Galleons each, and the price of 49 Galleons for an alchemy watch is really not expensive.

The one who broke the silence was Khafre with an unusually ugly face.

He tried his best to control his expression, and walked slowly to another display cabinet.

"Da da--"

No matter how calm he looked on the surface, the sound of heavy footsteps still revealed his inner unrest.

Xila stepped forward with a gentle smile on her face, "Please wait a moment, Chairman Khafre."

He opened the display case and took out a metal cube that looked like a Muggle Rubik's Cube, only the size of a palm.

Khafre held it very stiffly in his hand.

Xila introduced its function: "Chairman Khafre, this is the 'universal medicine box', which can automatically concentrate 54 different medicines and store them separately in different grids."

You don't need to carry bottles and cans, and you don't need to rummage in the pocket where the traceless stretching spell is applied. You only need to open its specific grid, and the concentrated potion will return to its original form.

If it is a matter of life and death, the few seconds saved by the universal medicine kit may save a life.

"Excuse me—" Khafre's voice was a little hoarse, "Excuse me, what is its price?"

"6 Galleons." Sira said yes without hesitation, and then took out a universal medicine box with the same size but double the number of grids from under the display case,

"This is the top model that can store 150 types, and the price is 15 Galleons."

About 1 Galleon has 10 grids, and the price/performance ratio is directly filled.

Although the raw materials are very cheap, if it is made by an alchemist in the association, the processing fee may not even exceed 15 Galleons.

what is this?

Alchemists collectively laid off?

Khafre came to the display cabinet next to him with a gloomy face.

Xi La wanted to continue entertaining, but he "tactfully" refused.

Seeing this, Fudge and a group of Ministry of Magic officials began to wander around.

The guests followed suit and dispersed with different thoughts.

The 4 clerks are standing in 4 areas, and they will come to answer any questions as soon as possible.

The corners of Vincent's mouth raised slightly, and he sat on the sofa in the central rest area.

Cecilia stood behind him, with a smile that was [-]% similar.

The alchemy shop is done.

From a loser who was not expected to be optimistic, he became a changer who subverted an entire industry.

As expected, Khafre came over and sat opposite him before he sat for a long time.

"Mr. Chairman, don't you continue to look at it?"

Khafre shook his head, "No need, I have roughly understood the meaning of the existence of the alchemy shop."

He smiled wryly, "Vincent, I didn't expect your surprise to be so big."

"Thank you." Vincent nodded slightly, "Mr. Chairman, I just try my best to make expensive alchemy props affordable for everyone."

Khafre half-closed his eyes, trying to read his true thoughts from his face.

Best guess, this is benefiting the wizarding world.

At worst, it's targeting the alchemy world.

Hafre asked himself, although there are many old guys in the association coveting Nicole Flamel's manuscript, they have never done anything.

Not only invited him to be the honorary advisor of the association, but even invited him to be the judge of next year's International Alchemy Exchange Conference.

It's fine if you don't appreciate it, but you still have to fight against the Alchemy Association?

Is it because of a child's temper, feeling unhappy and making trouble?

It's just that Vincent's breathing was steady, and he didn't look like an impulsive person at all.

There are many types of alchemy products, and it doesn't seem like they came up with a whim.

Since it has been planned for a long time, what is the reason?

Can't figure it out, Khafre can't figure it out.

He frowned and stared straight into Vincent's eyes.

It's amazing, this Nico's apprentice in front of him is really amazing.

After eliminating all impossibilities, what remains, no matter how absurd, can only be the answer to the question.

Vincent has no feelings for the Alchemy Association, and the number of alchemists he knows can be counted on one hand.

Change the wizarding world?

Ridiculous, ridiculous.

Khafre laughed suddenly, very unceremoniously.

Cecilia frowned, "Mr. Chairman, are you thinking of something happy?"

"Ha—it's not happy." Hafre stopped laughing, "Young people, naturally have bolder ideas than us old guys."

Cecilia's brows frowned deeper.

In her world, enemies are immortal.

Since it is already a hostile relationship, what Khafre said just now is obviously a provocation.

But Vincent was very calm, and he didn't even change the angle of his mouth.

Seeing that the provocation was useless, Khafre immediately understood one thing, "Tell me your conditions."

"Oh?" Vincent looked a little surprised.

According to his idea, even if Khafre did not tear himself apart, he would not negotiate terms like admitting defeat.

At the very least, you have to understand the actual situation of the alchemy factory first, right?

Is it a test?

"My conditions..." Vincent shook his head suddenly, "Mr. Chairman, I don't understand what you are talking about."

"I heard that you are a student of Gryffindor." Hafre suddenly changed the subject:

"As far as I know, the students of this academy usually have courage beyond ordinary people, and I certainly see it in you."

How much courage does it take to subvert the alchemy world?

How about changing the wizarding world with Muggle thinking?

Vincent still pretended not to understand, "Mr. Chairman, thank you for your compliment."

The corner of Hafre's mouth twitched violently, "Since this is the case, I don't think we have anything to talk about."

He stood up, "Sorry, the alchemy store has harmed the interests of the association, and we may do something you don't want to see."

Vincent smiled and said nothing, his eyes seemed to be expecting something.

Huff gave him a deep look before leaving.

Is it a bluff?

Still confident?

But no matter what, judging from the strong style just now, now is not the time to negotiate conditions.

Then take a look and see who can take the initiative.

Not long after the seat opposite Vincent became vacant, a beautiful figure quickly sat down.

She is the well-known journalist, Rita Skeeter.

"Wow--" Rita put the notebook and quill aside,

"Mr. Wayne, you seem to have a big opinion on the International Alchemy Association?"

"Maybe." Vincent shrugged, "What about you? Seeing how excited you are, have you already written the first draft?"

Rita showed a smile that she thought was perfect,

"As a media person, I don't care about those governments and associations. I only care about the value of the news I report."

No matter how well she concealed it, she could never hide the cunning in her eyes.

The bigger the trouble, the better, and it is best to make it difficult to end.

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