The Sons of Grindelwald at Hogwarts

Hearing Xiaomeng's voice, Orlynworth blinked his big eyes innocently.

"Who said I missed it? Didn't I see that ruby ​​is beautiful? Then I bought it! Who told you I was picking it up?"

Xiaomeng took a hard bite of the pill in her hand, then touched her forehead speechlessly.

"You don't think you are the only one who knows alchemy, do you?! Huh? Although that thing is useless to me, I know it anyway, so you don't have to lie to me like this." Xiaomeng took the remaining elixir Throwing it all in his mouth, he rolled his eyes at Orlingworth.

Olynworth did not expect that Xiaomeng is so versatile, not only can alchemy, but also alchemy!

Xiaomeng obviously sensed his thoughts, and raised her head a little arrogantly.

"Let me tell you, sister, I am not only good at alchemy and alchemy, I am also very good at making weapons! For example, the knife you gave you on your birthday this year! I did it very seriously. How is it? Little brother?"

Orlynworth blinked.

Indeed, although he is more suitable for weapons such as swords, that knife is really cool to use!

That knife is really powerful!

But soon he found the point of Xiaomeng's sentence.

"Sister?" Although I know that Xiaomeng is older than him and can be his ancestor, Xiaomeng still looks like an eight or nine-year-old child!It's a little awkward no matter what.

"Yes, according to my age, I can already be your ancestor!" Xiaomeng raised her head again.

"Er... well." Orlynworth sighed.

You must know that this little girl who looks eight or nine years old is a monster who has lived for thousands of years.

"It seems that you still have some discomfort." Xiaomeng thoughtfully transformed herself into a seventeen or eighteen-year-old appearance.

"Are you comfortable?"

Oliverth: "???"

He knew very well that according to the character of the spirit of this system, he might always call him brother in the future.

In the end, he still didn't speak, but just walked to a booth.

As for the previous stall with few good things? ?

Oliver just skipped it.

Not only did he come to pick up the leak, but he also wanted to help his good sister, the spirit of the system, find her physical body.

He glanced at what was on the blue cloth.

And the middle-aged man in front of him saw that the business was coming, and immediately stood up, explaining the uses of those things to Olinworth.

Oliverth nodded, beckoning him to stop talking, and picked up a rusty iron sword.

"How much is this?" He looked up at the stall owner.

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, obviously he did not expect that Orlynworth would take out this rusty iron sword, after all, this sword can be said to be useless.

But as an old pit bag who has been in Knockturn Alley for many years, he still reacted quickly.

"This sword...Although it looks useless, but..." He was excited and wanted to use words to make this iron sword a little more powerful, so that he could raise the price at that time.

Even if the person in front of him is the boss of Knockturn Alley, his professional "ethics" for many years will not allow him not to raise the price.

Orlynworth raised his eyebrows, didn't listen to what he said, just waved the iron sword forward, and said, "So, how much is this one worth?"

The man froze for a moment, not expecting Orlynworth to interrupt him.

And it was Oliver's heart that had begun to cry.

Why does every stall owner try his best to raise the price?