Hogwarts Survival Sim

Saturday night, Hogwarts basement kitchen.

Ethan declined the warm service of the house elves, just ordered a cup of coffee and a plate of snacks, and then waited leisurely here.

Speaking of which, he hasn't been to the kitchen for a long time.The last time I came here was to commemorate the rooster who fought bravely against the basilisk.

Soon the appointed time came, and there was another slight sound from the kitchen door, and a figure walked in.

"Hello, Ethan Granger." The visitor did not hide his appearance and extended his hand to him, "I am Havertz, Mil Havertz. I am the person responsible for conducting transactions with you at school. .”

Ethan also stretched out his hand and shook his hand, while looking at the other person carefully.

The man in front of me has short, sleek hair, a handsome face, and neatly dressed clothes. It can be seen that he is a very refined person.It's just that the robe on his body has some traces of sewing. It has obviously been worn for a long time, indicating that his financial situation is not ideal.

Wear a friendly and charming smile that is warm but not offensive.The voice was slightly hoarse, but surprisingly pleasant.A firm handshake can make people feel sincerity and attention.

"A person who pays great attention to etiquette." Ethan concluded secretly.

"Slytherin?" He let go of his hand and asked softly meaningfully.

"Why?" Mir Havertz raised his eyebrows.

"It's just a guess," Ethan smiled faintly, "But it looks like I guessed it right."

"Yes, I am a fourth-year student in Slytherin," Havertz admitted directly, "but this should not affect the transaction between us."

"When did you know the location of the kitchen?" Ethan sat on the chair again and invited Havertz to sit opposite him.

"Just last semester." Havertz sat down gracefully. "I have some friendship with the Weasley brothers in your college. They told me that the kitchen is behind the fruit painting underground."

Another house elf came through the corridor, carrying a pot of freshly brewed coffee and a new cup, and placed them on the small coffee table between the two of them.

"So," Havertz poured himself a glass and took a sip gently, "what you care more about is not the materials, but the intelligence around Hogsmeade, right?"

"Indeed," Ethan gave him a funny look, "I had some expectations before, but now it seems that we should just do some material transactions. In fact, I have no idea whether you really I have some doubts about whether I can produce these materials.”

Hearing Ethan's words, Havertz's slightly delicate eyebrows wrinkled.He took out a box from his sleeve, put it on the table and pushed it over.

“You can test things out to see if it’s the ink you want.”

Ethan held the box in his hand and looked at it carefully.From the appearance, this box should be an old item, but Ethan really doesn’t have any research on this aspect, so he can’t distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

So he opened the box and found a small crystal bottle inside.The bottle contains some dark red liquid with some flocculent sediment inside.

"Can I open it and have a look?"

"No problem at all."

Gently pulling out the cork, a slightly pungent smell came out.Ethan sniffed gently, then touched the bottom of the cork with his index finger before resealing it.

"There's nothing wrong with the thing." He nodded towards Havertz, "I didn't expect you to find such a rare thing. What's the price?"

"Before that, can I ask a question first? You obviously value intelligence more, why don't you plan to make a deal with me in this area?"

"I thought the answer was obvious."

"Forgive me but I don't think so."

"Okay," Ethan shrugged, "Although I admit that I have some biases, I really don't think that a current student at Hogwarts can provide me with secret information about Hogsmeade. "

After hearing Ethan's explanation, Havertz's brows furrowed even more.

"I think you should know that it is not me who really provides information, but..."

"But the mysterious businessman who met me at the Pig's Head Bar that day? Unfortunately, Mr. Havertz, although he covered his face and changed his body shape, I can still recognize that you two are the same person."

Ethan noticed the corners of his eyes twitching visibly.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because of the magic power, I can feel that the magic power in you two is exactly the same." He pointed at his eyes, "So you can't hide it from my eyes."

At this moment, Havertz seemed to want to say something, but finally gave up.After a while, he spoke again:

"You are right, that person is indeed me, but I can indeed provide information around Hogsmeade. I didn't lie to you."

"Oh?" Ethan looked at his watch, "It's getting late, but if you are willing to talk in detail, I am willing to listen. As long as you can convince me, our deal can continue."

To be honest, he was indeed a little curious about the Slytherin in front of him.After all, this is another character who has never appeared in the original work, and Ethan really wants to hear his story.

"There's nothing to say," but Havertz shook his head. "I just work in Hogsmeade a lot. I basically know everyone in the village, and they treat me very well. So I know many people in the village. thing."

"So that's it, let's forget it." Ethan sighed, "What I want is not only the information inside the village, but also the situation around the village. I don't think you can help."

Havertz didn't say anything else this time, he just took a sip of the coffee in his cup in silence.

"But what I'm curious about is, are you short of money? Do you still need to go to Hogsmeade to work?"

"I guess I have no obligation to satisfy your curiosity." His voice suddenly became much colder.

"Well, please forgive me for being rude," Ethan smiled at him awkwardly, "but I don't mean any harm. If you are willing, you can ask me some questions. At the same time, I can also give you this ink. You have a good price, what do you think?"

"How much are you going to pay?"

Ethan held out a palm.

"Five galleons?"

"..." Ethan rolled his eyes speechlessly, "It seems you really don't understand the value of this thing. It's fifty galleons, Mr. Havertz."

"Fifty Galleons?" Havertz's eyes widened and he actually looked a little cute. "Is this thing so valuable?"

"Indeed, so you should be glad that you sold it to me and not some guy named Borgin, otherwise you might not be able to get even five knuts. So, can you satisfy my little curiosity now?"