Chapter 138: The Meaning of Ghost Energy

And now, George is using the greatest feat and the greatest discovery in the wizarding world in the last thousand years. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info the most cutting-edge, the most core power "ghost" to do a very cheap thing.

He was using his psychic energy to copy a best-selling Muggle novel, and not only was he doing so, but Kate, who was with him, had to be her coolie. She was also forced to learn to master ghost powers, and she was forced to finish a ghost novel.

"What we're doing now, making a ghost book, and then making an adventure novel?" Kate's eyes were full of incredulity, she had thought a lot, she had thought that George would pull her as a coolie.

She had sorted out George's notes for a long time, sorted out all kinds of materials, and sorted out all kinds of books.

She also helped George with suggestions for improving spells, and discussed ideas for spell development. She had tutored students at the Mutual Aid Society, and she had trained Harry with them.

But she never expected that George would let her learn to do ghost adventure novels this time.

"What's the point of that?" she really felt now, the railgun hitting mosquitoes, and the curse to kill ants.

"Shouldn't we continue to study such a major discovery as ghosting? Shouldn't we look for similar magic spell comparisons? Shouldn't we develop more applications?"

"Why did it suddenly turn into writing adventure novels, writing **** novels, what kind of painting style is this, what kind of rhythm is this? What the hell is this?"

George had a hateful expression on his face, and counted Kate, "So you still don't know the importance of money." What you said is very important. But these are not things that can be done in a few months, what inventions, what creations, the first time, you have to ask. What it can exchange for, what it can make money from. ”

Still puzzled, Kate asked, "What money are you going to make from the ghosts, they don't even have a single extra piece of clothing." ”

"As a qualified businessman, geese fly by, and they have to pluck a few hairs down. Ghosts don't have money, they can trade news, they can ask for news, anyway, the last thing they value is time. George said categorically that he was most short of time now, and then what he lacked was useful information.

He hung up on the acquisition task in Tumbledown Alley for a long time, and there was no news at all. It can only be said that the wizarding world is indeed a world where money can't buy good things.

Wizards don't play luxury, monogamy, and don't compare. Don't buy a sports car, don't buy a yacht, and the prices in the key wizarding world are still ridiculously low.

Just like the Weasleys in the past, they were horribly poor and could still support seven children at Hogwarts. People like Hagrid can feed themselves by looking for a vegetable patch and a forest.

In this case, the really better things are not even a little hairy or a star in the market. The economic development of the wizarding world, the money worship index, is far from satisfying a local tyrant who wants to spend money to buy good things. He had given up on his intention to buy good things with money in the wizarding world.

And in this case, there is a group of people who have nothing to do with their long-term things, and their time has no value. But what they wanted, only George could make.

In this case, if you don't squeeze them to death, how can you be worthy of the name of George profiteers. Although they were already dead, how could George be satisfied if he didn't take this opportunity to find out the way of the ten and eight phoenixes.

On Saturday morning, Malfoy woke up, moved his body, and had a hearty meal.

He also took a moment to meditate and adjust his state with snake blood. It wasn't until he felt that he was in a hundred times more energetic and in the best state that he left the dormitory with a relaxed face.

Today was a Quidditch match against Gryffindor, and the stupid Potter was about to be beaten to the ground, a result he hadn't achieved in many previous meetings. As soon as he thought of this, Malfoy's blood boiled, and the calmness brought by the meditation just now was slowly dispelled.

He has made a lot of preparations for today's incident. Not only last year, but I had a good relationship with the players of the team. The summer vacation was also a practical action, which won the approval of his father Lucius, which added seven light wheels to Slytherin at the beginning of the school year 2001.

It's all for today, and now he's starting to reap the rewards. He's turned a Quidditch match into a duel between him and Harry, and he's got it all right.

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly flashed with an astonishing ferocity, just like the eyes of an eagle.

He wears a neat, close-fitting Slytherin uniform, which has been hand-altered by tailors, with all the details perfectly fitting his body and allowing him to move with the utmost ease. And because he is in the development period, such a completely close-fitting garment, every two months, will be replaced and re-sewn to avoid the slightest misfit of the clothes.

In the Slytherin lounge, the team-mates are relaxed, they know what they are capable of, and they have the confidence to match their strength.

In their opinion, they are not thinking about winning or losing at all, but how to win the wonderful and how to win the beautiful.

Flint began the pre-game encouragement, he was burly and looked a little like a troll. If someone despises him for this, he will only be very happy and, after winning over his opponent, will leave the most humiliating memory on the other side. Not only is he not stupid, it can even be said that his brains and cunning are not lost to any wizard.

"We're dealing with the Gryffindor tortoise today. Flint smirked, "It's not bad to be able to scare a lion who thinks he's stupid into a turtle." ”

The Slytherin players burst into laughter, and the whole team was filled with a relaxed and happy atmosphere.

"The tortoise may be able to fight the lion, but the tortoise will never be able to resist the poisonous snake, and their tortoise shell is only full of holes in the face of us. Flint has already made arrangements, "Try to start with the opposing women's players." ”

The Slytherin team snickered wickedly, and there was a malicious glint in their eyes.

"I'm not going to say anything to come on, to win, to win over them. "What I'm going to say is, run over, we don't have an opponent in our eyes, we only see victory, a happy, overwhelming victory." ”

"Crush, crush. "Slytherin players are never short of the desire to win, and they will stop at nothing to win.

Flint turned his head to Malfoy, "Malfoy, your mission is to drag Potter in tow and not let him catch the Golden Snitch. We can play slowly and win by hundreds of points, but if we can't do it, catch the Golden Snitch before he does. ”

"He's not going to stand a chance. Malfoy smiled evilly, thinking to himself, "Winning a few hundred points seems like a good idea." ”

(To be continued.) )