"Oh? What is it called? Slip asked mockingly, as if he had just seen what he had just thought.

'Nima, forget he's a master of Occlumency, he just said those words after reading my thoughts, there's really no privacy at all with these perverts, and luckily wizards are generally not allowed to enter other people's brains at will. But Occlumency, it's really hard, I've been practicing it for so long, and it doesn't work at all. ’

"It's called a negative elixir – how about it, you see, it's originally made from the formula of the elixir, but the effect is just the opposite of the elixir, the elixir represents luck, and the negative elixir doesn't mean bad luck, so it's just right to call it a negative elixir. I'm so smart. ”

Slip seemed to be shocked by this exploding name, and said dryly:

"It's not bad luck for you, it's just a way to use magic that people can't use freely, but since you've decided to call it this, then this."

"Can I change it later?" McGoth asked cautiously.

"What do you say?" Slip gave him a hard look.

"Well, actually, I'm just asking." Looking at the potion in Slip's hand, Magos had no choice but to put 'Magos. Will's Elixir's name, which he thought was a cock bomber, was buried in his heart.

Probably thinking that the matter was settled, Slip put away the negative elixir (unknown potion) and drank the sherbet in one gulp, then stood up and warned him not to make high-grade potions without permission in the future, and left the table.

Seeing Slipp leave, after knowing that failure might endanger his family, he didn't dare to make any more nonsense without saying it.

McGoss, who watched with envy as Slipp left with the fireplace, returned his attention to the bar.

It's rare to be able to come out at night to make waves, and he doesn't want to go back so early, so he is ready to drink the sherbet and get up and walk around the bar, just to listen to what everyone else is talking about, can't he be an otaku.

After drinking, he got up and prepared to go to Tom's to inquire about Harry Potter first, but he had not made up his mind whether to meet him first and give him some help or something. After all, Mr. Savior's current life is very embarrassing, if he gives him help in the past now, with his eloquence and ability, maybe he can become the savior's big brother, but think about it, he doesn't believe that with Harry Potter's current popularity, no one is willing to help him live a good life, but in fact no, the only possibility is that Dumbledore did it on purpose, McGoth estimates that the reason he did this is that he doesn't want the future savior to rely too much on others, although McGoth doesn't think it's a good idea, But judging by the ending, it's really good.

Dispelling his curiosity to go over and see Harry Potter first, McGoth walked over to Tom.

"Hey, McGoss, I just saw Professor Slipper gone, are you done talking? It's not often that Professor Slipp chats with wizards other than the professors of the Academy, especially when he makes a special appointment, you're great! Tom said with a thumbs up.

"Yes, Tom, thank you for your help last time, I wouldn't have known Professor Slipper without you." McGoth returns half-truthfully.

"Haha, it's you who are powerful, you have to know that many people here know Professor Slippe, and there are people who have the same idea as you, but in the end it didn't work out, you know, Professor Slipp is not very good at talking."

"Graduated wizards will also have problems going to the professors of the academy?" McGoth really didn't expect an adult wizard to go back to find Slip.

"No, no, not every wizard is so lucky to go to school, except for pure-blood wizarding families who don't want to go to school, you know, Muggles are always suspicious, some of them see Hogwarts admission letter and think it's someone else's prank, or they can't find that school and they don't go. As a result, some wizards who did not attend wizarding school grew up to learn about the wizarding world, but they lost the opportunity to go to school, and their spells and other knowledge were slowly developed on their own. ”

"Wow, there are wizards like this, so why don't you let them go to the wizarding school to be an auditor?" Magos asked with some curiosity, knowing that the number of people in the wizarding world has not been large, even if those adult wizards are not strong or weak, they will not just give up.

Tom spread his hands and said:

"Actually, there was that opportunity, but you know, those wizards outside will show unusual things when they are young, and after a long time, they will be recognized as monsters, which causes them to grow up with a somewhat grotesque personality, and they can be audited at a magic school a long time ago, but it seems that for some reason there is a wizard outside who is crazy, and he actually killed a student with black magic that he didn't know where to learn, so, you will know later."

"Well, there is such a thing. But what happened to the wizards out there now? ”

"What else, since they lost the opportunity to go to school, some of them have integrated into Muggle society and completely forgotten that they are wizards, and some of them have secretly helped Muggles for their own power, but those wizards are unlucky when they are caught by the Ministry of Magic, although they will not be sent to Azkaban, but they will not have a good time. Others go to places with legends to find things from the ancient times, and want to exchange some money to buy magic items, and of course, if they find the magic of the ancient times, they will make a lot of money. ”

"What about the wizards who came out of school? What will they do? ”

"That's a lot, the wizards who come out of the school are scarce, forgive me for saying that, because I don't know what other words to describe it, the Ministry of Magic selects people from it, and there are many other places to go, anyway, you just need to know that you won't have to worry about work in the future."

"Oh, that's good, but there's no wizard who doesn't lack money, so what are they going to do?"

Tom gave McGoth a strange look.

"McGoth, I can tell that your family is not short of money in the Muggle world, but I think you may not know, in fact, the ratio of pounds to galleons is not the same, the ratio was almost one to one at the beginning, but now it has become one to five, I want to say that there are very few people who are not short of money, except for those pure-blood wizard families that have been passed down for many years."

"Thanks for the reminder, Tom, I'll take note."

Seeing that McGoth didn't listen, Tom didn't say anything more. Continuing with the topic just now.

"Those wizards who are not short of money, to be honest, I don't know either, I only know that some wizards like to explore or something, really, is it okay to have money to enjoy it?"

"I'm the same as you think." McGoth said inappropriately.

"Three glasses of butterbeer, Tom." A few wizards occupied the table where Magos had just shouted.

"Okay, come on, I'll be out of company, McGoss."

"It's nothing, you're busy, I'll just go around."

Watching Tom make beer with his wand, McGoth left the bar. Listen to the conversation of those wizards in a noisy bar.

Slowly, McGoth walked to a table on the very edge, there was a bunch of strange-looking items on the table, and several wizards whispered something to each other, and stopped communicating when they saw McGoth approaching.

McGoth didn't know what they were doing, but that didn't hinder his curiosity, and he sensed that they were trading items.

"Hello, are you trading magic items? Can I take a look? McGoth didn't know who the owner of these things was, so he looked at them all and asked.

"Oh, of course, of course, you can just look at it, you can say whatever you like." A man with two short looped legs, long, messy ginger hair, and swollen and bloodshot eyes replied. He was smoking a foul-smelling cigarette with a strong stench of tobacco and alcohol. McGoth found it easy to confuse him with a pile of rags.

The other wizards lowered their heads again when they heard Magos's words, and soon each took a few items, paid for them, and left.

Magos sat down in an empty seat and looked curiously at what was in front of him, a round stone, a tattered-looking cloak, a dirty little box, something I didn't know if it was a wand or a branch, some odd-looking feathers, and some other unknown things.

"Can you tell us a little bit about that? I don't know much about it. ”

"Absolutely." The man seemed happy to see McGoss's question. He picked up the round stone and whispered in a mysterious voice.

"This is a dragon egg, I found it in an ancient crypt, and I almost lost my life for it." Pointing to those strange feathers.

"These are all phoenix feathers, don't look at them now, they are actually excellent materials for making wands, and these, this box is a burial object for a powerful wizard, this wand ........."

McGoth looked at the man's exaggerated introduction of those rags speechlessly, he was still very curious, but when he heard his words, he really thought he was a three-year-old child, and someone would believe such a mentally retarded words?

"Wow, that's amazing, but I can't afford these high-end items, so forget it." Magos got up and prepared to leave, pretending to be reluctant.

The man saw that the cowhide was blown up, and this seemed to be easy to fool, and the little wizard was too frightened to buy it. Hurry up and say:

"Hey, don't, little wizard? Sir, you see that what we can meet is fate, how much money do you still have? What do you like, I'll give you a cheaper. ”

"Oh, I'll see." McGoth pretended to be obedient and took out the money bag.

"One Galleon, Two Galleons, Three Galleons........."

The man's eyes lit up when he saw that Magos had counted fifty Galleons and that he was about to stop, and McGoth was about to stop counting when he saw it.

"Fifty-one Galleons...... Fifty-five Galleons. That's all, what can I buy. The wide-eyed and cute McGoth asked.