Amosta didn't know that Harry, who had not yet met him, had already learned clearly from Hagrid about his 'great achievements' during his school days. However, even if he knew, he would probably just laugh it off.
When the sky was slightly bright, he had already gotten up after falling asleep after two o'clock in the middle of the night. This was probably one of the benefits of being a wizard. Wizards with excellent memories and powerful spells had far more energy than Muggles.
Over the past three years, Amosta has become accustomed to a homeless life.
Many times, in order to do things for his employer, he had to stay in remote wilderness, primeval forests, or ancient ruins buried deep underground for more than ten days. It was common for him to sleep in the open air and have a warm bed. Lying on the ground for a few hours was a rare treat for him.
Although the weather has cleared up, the climate is still cold in the morning. The snow on the lawn shows no sign of melting, and the ice strength of the frozen black lake is comparable to that of snakewood.
Amosta, who was jogging along the lakeside in the morning, stood under a willow tree and took a rest. From a distance, he saw a black shadow approaching him quickly from the castle.
"Dumbledore asked me to give it to you."
The light golden sunlight mixed with micro-powder hit Snape's face, making his cold and rigid face slightly softer. A few steps away, he threw a black money bag to Amosta.
"How much in total?"
Amosta shook the heavy money bag in his hand and asked with interest,
"Two thousand gold galleons. Dumbledore was very generous and added two hundred more galleons on top of your request. Huh, Minerva's face is not very pretty... By the way, Minerva just found out that you have returned. Regarding Hogwarts matters, she wants to talk to you alone about your next plans."
"Tsk tsk!"
The meeting with the stern vice-principal did not bother Amosta. He opened the bag and took a look inside. The dazzling, golden light immediately made him feel extremely comfortable.
"Tell me, what will happen if I just run away with this money now?"
"Unless you can escape to the moon, I don't recommend you do such a stupid thing."
Snape said lightly. He stared at Amosta who lowered his head, picked up a gold coin and played with it on his fingertips. His eyes focused on his shining eyes.
"In addition, I would like to remind you, Amosta, I don't know, and I'm not curious why the color of your eyes has changed so much since you were in school, but Dumbledore seems to be very interested in it. , he gave me the opportunity to inquire with you... Generally speaking, he will try his best to find out what he is interested in, so I advise you to be mentally prepared."
Amosta's fingers suddenly stiffened. After a brief silence, he returned to normal and let out a seemingly profound sigh.
"Oh..., he is such an incredible wizard."
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Compared to the rapid pace of change in the Muggle world, the evolution of wizarding society, where mainstream society prefers tradition, is appallingly slow.
Although there have been calls for reform in private in recent years, those weak voices are still just seeds buried deep in the frozen soil waiting for moisture. Only when the right time comes, will they have a chance to take root and sprout.
Hogsmeade, the only remaining pure wizarding village in the British wizarding world, is basically the same as when he was a student at Hogwarts. The few changes are probably in the signboards of Zuko's Joke Shop and Bee Duke Candy Shop. Launched some new products.
Amosta even suspected that if a medieval wizard accidentally traveled to modern times, he might not get lost in Hogsmeade.
It is still during the Christmas holiday, and the streets and alleys of Hogsmeade are deserted and not many people can be seen. The native people who occasionally pass by also have hurried expressions and are busy with their own things.
Amosta walked all the way inside and stood in front of a store with gray glass windows against the north wind.
Devis-Bans Magical Supplies Store, this is the destination of Amosta's trip.
Ding ding ding---
The copper bell hanging at the door made a clear sound, and Amosta pushed the door open and walked into the store.
The dim magic supplies store is filled with more than a dozen shelves that are flush with the ceiling. The old shelves include looking glasses, memory balls, anti-monsters, broomstick care boxes, and Quidditch balls. tool box, as well as many other magical supplies and alchemical items.
The slightly bald Mr. Bans didn't seem to expect a customer to visit so early, so his expression was a bit stunned. However, after he recovered, he immediately came out from behind the counter and ran to Amosta with an attentive smile.
"Dear guest, what do you need to purchase? Devis-Bans Magic Supplies Store has everything. I can guide you."
"Oh, thank you..."
Amosta, who was raising his head to scan the tall shelves, nodded in thanks, "Hmm... Do you have a panoramic telescope here?"
"If you're referring to the panoramic telescopes typically used to watch Quidditch matches..."
Mr. Bans trotted to a shelf near the inner wall, jumped up and fished out a dusty binoculars from a pile of miscellaneous items. Taking advantage of the guest's sight being blocked, he hurriedly wiped it on his robe. Wiping away the ashes, he returned to Amosta with a smile as bright as a flower.
"This is from the family's alchemy workshop. The quality can be guaranteed. Each one only sells for nine Galleons and seven Sickles!"
Amosta took it over. He was very familiar with this panoramic telescope, which could be used for various purposes with slight modifications. After skillfully adjusting the knobs on the telescope, he placed it on the bridge of his nose and pressed it close to his eye sockets, carefully observing the picture.
"No, no~"
After a while, Amosta put down the telescope, with disappointment in his tone.
"What I need is the Zhuiying 190 model, which has a clearer picture and can be traced back for a longer time. Yours is a 185 model, which does not meet my purchasing needs."
Mr. Bans felt awe-inspiring, knowing that he had met an expert.
"Unfortunately, sir, the high-precision Shadow Shadow 190 is usually only produced during the World Cup. On weekdays, we sell this one. If you are willing to buy it, I can give you a discount on the price!"
"How much discount can I get?"
Amosta had a ruthless expression on his face, as if he didn't want to give in. He turned into a shrewd buyer and started bargaining.
"I didn't mention it. Nine galleons. This is the cost price. Since you are the first guest today, I only need this price!"
Mr. Bans looked distressed.
"--What if I want a lot?"
"I'm sorry, sir, this is already the best deal. Even if you ask for more, I can only..."
"I need three hundred panoramic telescopes." Amosta said directly with a smile on his face, "Mr. Bans, you have one more chance to make a quotation. If you are not satisfied with your price, I can go to you again." Check out Corner Alley.”
"Three hundred?!"
Mr. Bans immediately widened his eyes and exclaimed. However, he immediately realized that his performance was very detrimental to the subsequent negotiations, so he immediately restrained his expression and coughed twice.
"Indeed...ahem, I mean, the quantity is indeed quite large...it is indeed worthy of more discount..."
Mr. Bans carefully looked at the smiling Amosta.
"Dear Sir, if you really want to buy that much... I think eight Galleons plus ten Silver Sickles is a good idea..."
Amosta frowned, seeming dissatisfied.
The shrewd Mr. Bans immediately stopped what he was saying and said decisively,
"Seven Galleons and ten Silver Sickles. You are a knowledgeable wizard and you should know what this price means!"
Amos really knows his stuff, so he turned around and left without saying a word, opened the door and left without a trace of hesitation.
...two...
Ding ding!
Before Amostamer could count to one, a rapid ringing of a brass bell suddenly sounded behind him, and Mr. Bans chased him out angrily.
"How about seven galleons, sir, that's fair enough!"
Amosta didn't look back. He took out his wand and prepared to disapparate.
"Damn it!"
Mr. Bans shouted,
"Okay, okay, six, just six, come back sir, you are the most astute guest I have met this year!"
Amosta put down his wand, turned around and smiled cheerfully again.
"Okay, Mr. Bans, let's talk more about delivery times!"
