Hearing Charle's words, Ollivander suddenly froze.
"???"
"No, you're buying a wand from me, how do I end up owing you eight hundred Galleons?"
Charle chuckled.
"Have you forgotten? I reminded you before that I wanted a wand with enough carrying capacity."
"But you confidently told me it wouldn't break, and that you'd compensate me ten for every one that broke. That's why I felt at ease trying out wands, but as a result, twenty broke in a row."
"I thought for a moment that I wouldn't have a wand to use, that I wouldn't be able to get into Hogwarts because of this, and that I would have to say goodbye to my wizarding career. Do you know how much psychological damage this caused to a young wizard like me?"
"According to your previous promise of compensating ten for one that broke, you should probably compensate me for the price of two hundred wands. Although the broken wands didn't include extreme combinations like holly with phoenix feather, the price shouldn't be too expensive, but an average price of five Galleons should still be there, which works out to one thousand Galleons."
"After deducting two hundred Galleons for the Mithril Wand, you still owe me eight hundred. I calculated this correctly, right?"
Ollivander's face changed repeatedly at this moment, becoming incredibly expressive.
"This, this..."
Charle's voice was faint.
"Mr. Ollivander, of course, you can choose not to pay, but I don't think you want others to know that twenty wands broke here in a row, do you?"
"Tsk tsk, Europe's Three Great Wandmakers..."
"Tsk tsk, on par with Gregorovitch..."
"Tsk tsk, making fine wands since 382 BC..."
"Tsk tsk..."
Ollivander's face turned green then white.
"Stop tsking, stop tsking, transfer the money, Gringotts transfer is fine."
"But you absolutely must not tell anyone about what happened today!"
Seeing Ollivander being manipulated by Charle, Professor McGonagall, who was standing by, was stunned, and the hand that was about to take out her money pouch to pay for Charle froze.
It took her a moment to react. She looked at Charle and coughed hard, wondering what to say.
At this moment, Charle chuckled.
"Just kidding, just kidding."
"How could I ask Mr. Ollivander for eight hundred Galleons?"
"Not to mention threatening the reputation of the Ollivander family. I, Charle, am a young wizard with a conscience and morals. How could I do such a thing?"
Hearing this, Ollivander felt as if he had been granted a great pardon. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and forced a smile.
"Actually, I was just kidding too, hahaha, how could there be a two hundred Galleon wand?"
"Am I, Ollivander, such a cunning merchant?"
"This Mithril Wand is a gift for you, Charle, my friend, as a token of our friendship."
After a knowing exchange of laughter, Charle finally put the Mithril Wand into its box.
Ollivander breathed a sigh of relief and was about to send this plague away when Charle suddenly remembered something and asked Ollivander.
"By the way, Mr. Ollivander, can I have the wands that broke earlier? You can claim reimbursement from the Ministry of Magic at the original price."
Ollivander was truly stunned this time.
"Broken wands? What do you want those for?"
Charle's face showed a look of mourning.
"I remember what you said, Mr. Ollivander, that wands also have lives. But this time, so many wands broke because of me, which makes me feel truly uneasy."
"Just thinking about them being destroyed because of me, my tears are about to flow from my mouth, ah no, from my eyes."
"I have always believed that every life deserves respect."
"Please let me take them away, as a form of compensation from me, so they can have a proper resting place."
Hearing Charle's words, Ollivander stood in a daze for a moment, and a look of emotion appeared on his face.
He had been making wands for so many years, and the wizards he had seen basically treated wands as tools.
Even though he repeatedly and tirelessly told wizards that there was a mysterious connection between wands and wizards, the vast majority of wizards still scoffed at this.
Adult wizards were like this, not to mention those ecstatic young wizards who had just received their wands. All they could think about was quickly waving their wands and watching sparks and fireworks shoot out.
Someone like Charle, who respected wands so much, was truly unique.
Professor McGonagall, who was standing by, even wiped her eyes.
In her opinion, although this child Charle had some minor flaws, just looking at this action, his inherent kindness and respect for life were already incredibly obvious.
Dumbledore's worries seemed to be unfounded. How could such a kind child do bad things in the future?
"What a good child, how kind!"
Ollivander sighed, and then packed up the broken wands that could no longer be reused for Charle.
Carrying the rather heavy bag of broken wands, Charle's heart was filled with anticipation.
Although these wands were broken, their shafts and core materials were still intact.
Phoenix Feather, Unicorn Mane, Dragon Heartstring...
No matter which material, they all came from magical creatures of extremely high levels, containing extraordinary magical power.
Eating these wands should bring in another large wave of deduction points.
The points needed for the second deduction of Apparition should be more than enough!
Next, Charle followed Professor McGonagall out of Ollivander's wand shop and went to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, Flourish and Blotts, and a general store to buy cauldrons and various odds and ends.
Only then did Professor McGonagall breathe a sigh of relief.
Her guidance for Charle was complete at this point.
Looking at Charle, who was carrying large and small bags, Professor McGonagall asked.
"Charle, do you have a place to stay?"
"Are there any difficulties you need help solving?"
Charle said that he had his own apartment in the Muggle world.
This was actually not a lie; this apartment came from the reward of the Muggle school he had previously attended.
After all, before Charle's rise, this school was just an unknown ordinary primary school.
But after Charle's sudden emergence, its name appeared in the news all over the UK countless times.
For this reason, the school management committee decided to buy this apartment as a token of gratitude and support for Charle.
So, in this life, Charle had actually become a homeowner early on.
"But I still want to stay at the Leaky Cauldron for a few days and continue to experience the atmosphere of the magical world."
After understanding Charle's situation, Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. After instructing him that he could ask Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, for help if anything came up, she left to guide the Muggle students who were waiting to come.
After Professor McGonagall left, a relaxed smile appeared on Charle's face as he walked towards the Leaky Cauldron.
Although the first floor of the Leaky Cauldron looked quite dilapidated, the rooms on the second floor were said to be quite exquisite.
There was a description in the original work saying that an Undetectable Extension Charm had been cast inside, making the space much more spacious than it appeared from the outside.
Of course, the price was also quite expensive.
To make it easier to obtain deduction points, Charle planned to stay at the Leaky Cauldron until school started.
He naturally wouldn't treat himself badly, but he didn't plan to actually spend such a large sum of money.
After all, the limited number of Galleons he had were indeed not abundant after buying a pile of miscellaneous items.
Fortunately, the kind Minister Fudge reached that agreement with me, otherwise how could I afford to stay in the best room at the Leaky Cauldron?
Minister Fudge is really a good person.
With this thought in his mind, Charle came to the bar of the Leaky Cauldron and said to the owner, Tom.
"Owner, give me ten portions of your most luxurious set meal."
"Put the bill on the Ministry of Magic's account."
"Prepare meals for me according to this amount every meal from now on."
Tom subconsciously said.
"One most luxurious set meal?"
"Our portions here are very large, and not many young wizards can eat a complete set meal..."
The next moment, Tom realized that the number Charle said seemed to be different from what he understood.
"Wait, ten portions?"
"You mean ten portions?!"
"Friend, are you kidding me?"
Charle said calmly.
"Do you think I'm so idle that I would specially come here to joke with you?"
"Or is it that the Leaky Cauldron can't even supply ten set meals per meal, and this money can't be earned?"
Tom shook his head decisively.
"How is that possible!"
"It's just ten luxurious set meals, which is thirty portions a day. We can certainly supply this amount..."
This time it was Charle's turn to shake his head.
"Thirty portions a day? How did you calculate that?"
Tom was stunned.
"Three meals a day, ten portions per meal, isn't that thirty portions?"
"Oh, oh, I see, you mean no breakfast, right? That makes it even easier."
Charle shook his head again and said faintly.
"Is there a possibility that I eat eight meals a day and need eighty servings a day?"
"From today until the start of Hogwarts, this will be the daily amount."
"But I also need a comfortable and spacious room to live in..."
Tom shivered, his voice cracking.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Please, the deluxe room upstairs..."
"It's on the house!"
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