Hogwarts: You are a devil!

Hibiscus walked among all kinds of cute animals, sometimes smiling and teasing the little cutie in the cage, and sometimes frowning her thin eyebrows, as if she was worrying about which cutie to tease.

Shaking his head helplessly, Louis followed the instructions on the sign, bypassed the playful Fleur, and walked towards the area where medium and large dogs were.

Rottweiler, Husky, Golden Retriever, Caucasus... Louis even saw the rhubarb that was very common in his past life memory, with a price tag of eighty galleons. He looked at his severely shrunk wallet, I was wrong, sorry. You shouldn't think too much!

If it weren't for the weak coffers, Louis would have really wanted to buy a rhubarb as a pet. Who knows why the pastoral dogs given away so easily in China are worth so much abroad!

When I left in the morning, there were still 230 gold galleons in the small vault, but now I only had a little over a hundred gold left. The lunch meal alone cost Louis 43 gold galleons.

If I had known earlier, I shouldn’t have eaten those cakes!Louis regretted it so much now. Ten fruit cakes the size of footballs cost him thirty gold galleons. In this food store, money comes faster than robbery!

Listing Rhubarb in the candidate column, Louis turned towards the big cat area, first excluding carnivores like lions and tigers, and then nothing else.

Whether they are Norwegian forest cats or savanna cats, they are all lanky little guys, and they do not fit the majestic and domineering image that Louis expected.

Why not go see the owls first?I walked out of the cat and dog area like a walk and came to the center of the pet store. There were also a number of animals piled here. The ptarmigan I saw when I entered was one of them.

"These are newly imported goods. You can take a look at them as you like, but don't try to get close to them. Believe me, kid, you will never like that ending!"

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Alvin Burke looked up from his account book. A cute boy with blond hair stood beside the thunderbird cage, looking at the dying thunderbird.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Shopkeeper, thank you for the reminder, please don't worry I won't go near them!"

Louis replied politely that he would not approach these dangerous animals without being reminded by the shop owner.

Race: Thunderbird (four-star magical creature)

Status: severe inflammation/malnutrition/pregnancy/fear

The rough data of the Thunderbird appeared in front of Louis' eyes. The poor big guy didn't know what happened to him. He was poached while pregnant.

With the keen eyesight provided by the detection technique, Louis quickly found the reason for the big girl's weakness. There was a wound as big as a bowl on her curled-up wings.

Light yellow liquid continued to flow from the wound, where suppuration had already occurred.

The thunderbird is a large magical creature. The danger level given by the Ministry of Magic is four stars, which is only one star lower than dangerous animals such as fire dragons, acromantulas, and basilisks.

This is based on the fact that the Thunderbird has a gentle temperament and does not like to attack others at will. In terms of destructive power, the Thunderbird is a proper five-star magical animal.

After looking at the word "pregnant" for a few more times, Louis suddenly had an idea in his mind, can I buy this thunderbird?

A Thunderbird alone is not scary, a well-trained Auror team is enough to defeat any five-star magical animal.

But with the assistance of an Auror-level wizard, Thunderbird can explode to twice or even three times its strength.

If they can't beat them, they can still find an opportunity to fly away. As long as they don't encounter a powerful wizard like Professor McGonagall, they can be said to be basically invincible.

"Judging from the look of the shop owner, he probably doesn't know that the ptarmigan is pregnant. He only knows that it is in very bad condition and will die soon. He hopes that someone will jump out to take over."

Louis rubbed his smooth chin as he calculated the store owner's psychological price.

The price of a healthy adult Thunderbird is about [-] gold galleons. Considering that it was poached, it is impossible to have any formal procedures, and it can only be sold for about half to a quarter of the normal price.

In other words, the shop owner spent [-] to [-] gold galleons to buy this thunderbird from someone else.

Considering her physical condition, Louis felt that six thousand five hundred gold galleons, or even lower, was the shop owner's psychological price.

If it were lower, it would be almost as expensive as the materials on the Thunderbird. According to the market price, the materials on the Thunderbird are cheaper than the Fire Dragon, but a Thunderbird can also be sold for more than 4000 gold galleons.

"Mr. Shopkeeper!" Louis walked up to the shopkeeper: "Do you want to sell this big guy for six thousand Galleons?"

Alvin Burke raised his head: "You want it? That's a thunderbird. Six thousand galleons are just a joke!"

"You should also know that it is in very bad condition. Besides, do you have a complete set of sales procedures? I remember that Thunderbird is not included in the sales range!" Louis replied not to be outdone.

Alvin Burke's face darkened. It seemed that he had met an expert. He even knew that the International Wizarding Organization did not allow the sale of thunderbirds.

In fact, Louis didn't understand the wizard sales standards at all. He just used a few introductions about Thunderbirds in his past life memories to scare Alvin Burke.

"Who said that its condition is not good? It was just soothed by magic. Don't talk nonsense, kid!" Alvin Burke habitually quibbled.

"You think I'm blind. You didn't see the wound on the wing, right? As it is, whether it can survive today is a question."

Damn it, are there wounds on the wings? Why didn’t I see them?Although he did not see the wound in Louis' mouth with his own eyes, Alvin Bock already believed what Louis said in his heart.

"At least eight thousand galleons, six thousand is too little!"

"Only six thousand! I'll give you an extra one hundred at most."

"Eight thousand, no less!"

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After some fierce bargaining, the final price came to six thousand eight hundred gold galleons.

This is also thanks to Fleur. If she hadn't arrived in time with a Persian cat in her arms and persuaded Louis not to be impulsive and wanted him to give up the idea of ​​buying a Thunderbird, the price would have been higher.

"In addition to this big guy, I also want two gifts, the Persian cat and this little thing."

As he spoke, Louis mentioned a pure white puppy. He just found this little guy in a cage next to the thunderbird.

"You are making things a bit difficult for me now... Well... Six thousand eight hundred gold galleons, clear them on the spot, and they will be yours!"

Louis snapped his fingers, and the next second, a house elf in a tuxedo appeared behind Louis.

"Kachi, give Mr. Shopkeeper [-] Galleons, and then take this big guy back to my aunt's castle. By the way! Treat the wounds on its wings by the way." Louis ordered.

"Your will, Master Louis!" Kaqi bowed slightly.