Twenty minutes later, Harry, who was unhappy with his meal, walked down the street of Prontera, what kind of bird rice, not even a piece of meat, all pickles, this kind of thing that he usually doesn't look at actually cost him a gold coin!

I have to find a way to get some money, otherwise I should pat my ass and leave tomorrow, Prondra will be swept away before he knows it, and he is not willing to think about it. How do you make money? I seem to only know a few hands of magic, and nothing else. Can Chen Liyun's knowledge of the earth help him make money?

Sitting on the side of the street and thinking hard for half an hour, Harry decided to give up, Chen Liyun has mostly learned a little theoretical knowledge, but he can't turn it into a product that can be exchanged for money, and some plans require a lot of investment to be implemented, he doesn't have to think about his current situation, not to mention that the situation of the two spaces is different, who knows if it can be successful.

Walking along the road, Harry wanted to see if there were any shops that needed temporary workers and other things he could do, so he walked around, except for some shops that recruited professional and technical personnel, they were entertainment venues that recruited ** service providers, and many recruiters saw that Harry had a unique temperament and a good look, so they came up to invite, and Harry ran out of the 'talent market'.

Unconsciously, Harry walked to the Magic Guild station in Pradron, his eyes lit up, and he remembered that Dumbledore's grandfather said that as long as a magician registers with the Magic Guild, he can enjoy a fixed subsidy every month, and the subsidy is different according to each person's level. Because magicians generally do not work, except for serving some dignitaries, they mainly rely on the subsidy of the union to live and study magic. The amount of the subsidy should not be low, and many magicians like Dumbledore's grandfather simply rely on subsidies to maintain their magical cultivation and life.

Then let's go and register for yourself, mix some gold coins first, and then talk about it, although Harry doesn't like the Magic Guild very much, but eating is more important, thinking of this, Harry walked into the Magic Guild's station. On duty, a young apprentice in magic, first bowed politely to Harry and asked, "Is there anything you have to do with your visit to the Magic Guild?"

"Excuse me, can I register here? I want to register with the union and be graded. Harry asked.

"Of course you can, but why didn't your teacher bring you along?" that apprentice was strange, usually newly registered magic apprentices are led by a teacher to register and rate, and it is rare for a person like Harry to come to register alone.

"Teacher......" Harry thought of Grandpa Dumbledore, and Harry felt a wave of nostalgia, "He's not here, he can't come with me." ”

"Oh!" strange as it was, but the apprentice didn't care about it, "you can see the registration office from here, just look for the person in charge inside." ”

"Okay, thank you!" Harry pointed in the direction of the apprentice, and sure enough, he saw a room with a registration office, and pushed open the door, and inside sat a middle-aged magician in a magic robe.

Glancing up at Harry, "Registered?" The middle-aged magician lowered his head again and continued to work.

"Hmm!"

"What about your teacher, why didn't I bring you?" the middle-aged magician asked the same question as the apprentice at the door.

"The teacher is not in Prontera. ”

"Who is your teacher?"

"Do you have to answer this?" Dumbledore didn't let Harry give his name, and if he had to register with the teacher's name, it would be troublesome.

The middle-aged magician gave Harry a strange look and said, "That's not it, you can fill this in first." Handing Harry a registration form.

Harry took a look, it was nothing more than name, gender, age, magic years, etc., and quickly filled it out and handed it to the middle-aged magician.

"You haven't graded yet, have you? So let's go test with me, and let's start with beginners. With that, he took Harry out the door and walked inside.

Along the way, Harry pondered that he was at least at the level of an intermediate magician, and the subsidy should not be too small. I don't know how to test it later, if I release a tornado, will I be able to increase my level a little? Even if it is a combat test, Harry is not afraid at all, he has seen the strength of Piru last time, even if he can't win, he will never be defeated.

The two of them walked all the way to the primary testing room, only to see several crystal balls placed inside, and the middle-aged magician pointed to one of the crystal balls and said to Harry, "Inject your magic power into it with all your might, and enter as much as you can." ”

Harry scratched his head, didn't he use magic to test? This seemed to be the crystal ball he used to test magic when he was studying magic. But Harry had no choice but to follow the middle-aged magician's instructions and pour his magic into the crystal ball with all his might.

I saw that the crystal ball lit up suddenly, and a touch of pale yellow quickly filled the crystal ball from bottom to top. Harry felt that his magic was hindered, and he could no longer pour it into the crystal ball.

"Alright!" the middle-aged magician called Harry to a halt, "come with me to get the badge and mage robes." ”

Well, that's it, so what rank is he rated for? Seeing that the middle-aged magician didn't say anything, Harry had to follow him to get the badge and clothes. Halfway through, Harry couldn't help himself and asked the middle-aged magician, "Excuse me, what's my rating?"

He glanced at Harry strangely, "Didn't your teacher teach you?" The pale yellow color means that your magic level is level 2, so naturally you are a level 2 magician. The middle-aged magician returned faintly.

Harry almost cried out, "Hey, wait, does a level 2 magic level mean a level 2 magician?" Harry asked.

"Aren't you talking nonsense! With only level 2 magic power, can you still be a level 9 magician?"

"And what does that yellowish crystal ball represent?" Harry asked reluctantly.

"It means that your mana capacity is full, and your mana will not increase in the future. The crystal ball represents the capacity of your magic talent, the color represents your mana level, and if your mana can be filled with the crystal ball, it means that your total mana has reached the limit of your talent. Harry continued to ask, and the middle-aged man explained everything in one go.

"Then don't you need to cast magic or combat tests? Magic tests alone can't fully reflect the full strength of a magician, right?" Harry still didn't give up, and it was too hasty to be judged as a level 2 magician.

"Even if you can't reflect 100%, you can reflect it, who has so much kung fu to accompany you in actual combat tests and magic tests, only high-level magicians will use such a test method. For a junior magician, the magic is already a good reflection of the level. ”

"I'll use a magic spell for you to judge, the level of magic is really not a reflection of my true strength. Harry said as he prepared to cast a compressed fireball.

Sensing the fluctuation of magic, the middle-aged man glared at Harry fiercely and shouted, "This is not a magic testing ground!

As soon as he heard the word compensation, Harry, who had been particularly sensitive to gold coins recently, shuddered, quickly put away the fireball that was about to come out, and followed the middle-aged man with a depressed face.