Eventually, Rita Skeeter was prevented from getting the news out of Arthur's mouth, and Arthur's small coffers were unable to produce a few more gold Galleons.

Rita Skeeter had some regrets, but her complexion remained unchanged and continued to maintain her charming smile characteristic of a middle-aged woman.

After chatting a few words, she saw that the two cups had bottomed out, so she beckoned the waiter to pay.

......

"It's been a pleasure working together, and we're looking forward to your next great book."

After exiting the main office of the Daily Prophet, Professor McGonagall led Arthur into the Lady Morkin Robe Store.

The sun in the blue sky had already set on the top of the highest spire in Diagon Alley, and Arthur had ended his first experience in Diagon Alley.

Escorted by Professor McGonagall, he returned to St. Mary's Orphanage with a large bag of belongings.

In fact, the first year wizard didn't buy a lot of study items, but Arthur also bought a lot of small snacks that were not available in the Muggle world.

"If you eat too much candy, you are prone to tooth decay."

"I don't like candy, I buy it for my friends."

Professor McGonagall thought that Arthur liked these magical snacks, and out of love for the students, she kindly reminded them.

But he didn't expect that he had misunderstood Arthur, so he chuckled.

After telling Arthur not to miss the train to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he waved his wand and disappeared from Arthur's face......

In the dim and cramped room, half of the candle on the old wooden table illuminated the young man's delicate cheeks.

"Sister Maggie's surgery is still £640 short, and Aunt Teresa said she would help me figure it out..."

"After purchasing first-grade study items, I still have 14 gold galleons left... Coupled with the scholarship promised by Headmaster Dumbledore, it should be enough for me to live on for a year..."

"As for the 200 gold Galleons of the Daily Prophet..."

Arthur stopped the pencil in his hand and looked at the coffee-colored purse in the corner of the table with black eyes reflecting the flames.

"I'll give you 200 gold Galleons first, I don't think you mind the wizard's gold coins..."

"As for the rest of the money, I'll pay it back to you later... After all, I've been alive until now because of you..."

The clear voice was low, so low that he couldn't hear Arthur a meter away.

Arthur stared nervously at the purse until it had flattened down, and he smiled.

That joyful smile was rarely seen by the most familiar people around Arthur.

If Father Theseus were to recall, he would probably say that he hadn't seen Arthur smile like that since the death of an orphan named Edward three years ago.

"Thank you for the gift you gave me... But without my consent, I was left with huge debts, and I was still a headache. ”

"If you can, I want you to respect my wishes..."

Seeing that he/she agreed, Arthur whispered thanks again.

After the matter that he cared about most was satisfactorily resolved, Arthur put away the empty money bag and continued to hold the pencil and write in the diary.

"The population of the British wizarding world is still too small, and the volume of novel sales is there..."

"To make more gold Galleons, I need to sell Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone to other wizarding worlds..."

"Perhaps... It's time to write another one..."

"Come on, Arthur. To be able to see tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, next week... The rising sun... Work hard to make money! ”

Half of the pencil falls gently into the pen holder, and the diary is slowly closed.

Arthur blew out the candles, and it was time to rest and welcome the first rays of sunlight through the window tomorrow morning.

......

The Daily Prophet was quick to do things, publishing Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone three days before Hogwarts started.

At the entrance of the Blotted Bookstore in Diagon Alley, the most conspicuous bookshelf is filled with two kinds of books.

"Vacation with the Dominatrix" Gilderoy Lockhart.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone by Arthur Pendragon.

One left and one right, clearly distinguished.

As the sun rose, more and more middle-aged wizards gathered in front of the Blotted bookstore.

"Mom, don't look at it. We don't have hardware galleons. ”

Ron Weasley pulls on Molly Weasley's sleeve with a chicken nest hairstyle.

Wanting to pull the mother who is obsessed with Gilderoy Lockhart's new book out of the crowd.

Childish, freckled cheeks that unabashedly reveal disgust and impatience.

"It's a shame... I can't read Lockhart's new book for the first time, and I'll have to wait a few months..."

Mrs. Weasley looked at the woman in front of her, scrambling to retrieve Vacation with Dominatrix from the bookshelf, and sighed with envy.

"Let's go, Ron, Ginny. What about George and Fred? ”

Mrs. Weasley looked around, and when she saw that George and Fred were gone, she asked Ron.

Ron didn't speak, just shook his head.

Wherever his two older brothers went, they never took him with them. even deliberately avoided him.

"Harry Potter! Mom, look! ”

Ginny, who had been guarding her by Mrs. Weasley, exclaimed excitedly when she saw the words 'Harry Potter' through the gap in the crowd in front of her.

"That book seems to be the one your father said it was. It's too expensive here, if you want, maybe you can tell your father, he has a way. ”

Mrs. Weasley glanced at the price marked under Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, and comforted Ginny.

"It's... Mom..."

Ginny looked at the few peers in front of her who picked up "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" on the bookshelf, and was very envious.

But she was so well-behaved and sensible that she didn't cry like the other children and begged their parents to buy her the book.

"Let's go, let's go to the second-hand bookstore first and buy textbooks for Ron..."

Mrs. Weasley touched the purse around her waist, took Ron and Ginny's small hands, and left the crowd.

They hadn't been gone long before a heavyweight appeared at the Blotted bookstore.

His appearance made the wizards at the door of the Blotted bookstore scream in shock, excited and crazy.

"It seems that the boss made a very wise choice, but... If Pendragon had been allowed to come over, I don't think the first books on the shelves to be emptied would have been Gilderoy Lockhart's. ”

Rita Skeeter, dressed in a delicate bright green robe, holds a slender pipe in one hand and looks through the window at Gilderoy Lockhart, who is signing autographs for a mad reader.

Said to the editor-in-chief of Barnabas Gufe behind him.

"Perhaps, we should ask our colleagues in the publishing department to speed up the printing of the second batch of new books."

"This matter needs to be considered in the long run."

"Huh?"

Rita Skeeter looked back in confusion, she didn't understand why Barnabas Guffey said that.

"Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" is no less popular than Gilderoy Lockhart's "Vacation with the Dominatrix".

With a gloomy face, Barnabas Guffey chased away the owl that wanted food.

Then he handed the letter to Rita Skeeter.

"The Ministry of Magic has sent out the Aurors... The boss thinks Dumbledore won't be able to save him this time..."