"Myrtle! Myrtle!"

Peeves, who succeeded in making Filch angry and luring him to the school hospital, returned to the bathroom. Not seeing the myrtle, he began to shout loudly.

"Huh? Where's Hermione Granger?"

"Myrtle, crying myrtle, come out for me!"

Peeves looked around and saw that Hermione, who had been lying in the bathtub, was gone, and screamed in confusion.

He wanted to ask Myrtle when Hermione woke up, "Did Myrtle scare her when she woke up?"

But no matter how Peeves screamed, Myrtle didn't appear in front of him.

Peeves, who doesn't know what the myrtle is up to, has a temper that becomes irritable. Unable to find Myrtle, he began to wreak havoc in the bathroom......

"Mr. Pendragon, Miss Granger and I have taken a leave of absence, she is not feeling well and needs to recuperate with Madam Pomfrey for a few days."

"Yes, Professor McGonagall. I'll tell Professor Snape about that."

In the brightly lit office, Arthur nodded obediently after hearing Professor McGonagall say that Hermione was just sick.

He spoke to Professor McGonagall for a moment about Transfiguration, then said goodbye to her and walked out of the office.

"Are you just sick... It's still good to see her in the morning... Find a time to check her out, I'm my reader, after all..."

Arthur saw Pansy standing around the corner of the hallway waving to him, and muttered a mutter, not thinking about what was wrong with Hermione.

"Arthur, you're too slow. Lunch is gone."

Looking at Arthur as he walked beside him, Pansy pouted.

"Oh, let's hurry up then."

......

The next day, yesterday's snow had begun to melt. The usually dry dirt road is already muddy.

The afternoon sun shone down on the ground, quickly melting the snow that had not yet melted. Arthur, who was walking towards Hogsmeade Village, felt a chill in all directions, eroding his body all the time, making him take a lot of physical strength with every step.

"Arthur, Hogsmeade is almost here. After I send you to Madame Padiv's teahouse, I'll wait for you at the Three Broomsticks Bar."

Hagrid, who was standing at the entrance to the street in the center of Hogsmeade Village, glanced at the pig's head bar in the distance, patted Arthur on the shoulder, and said in a loud voice.

「......」

Arthur calmly looked at Hagrid's rough countenance, which would not hide the lie, and nodded silently.

Today was the day of the meeting with Jim Baggins, and Arthur had already consulted with Headmaster Dumbledore this morning, and had also received Dumbledore's consent.

Headmaster Dumbledore was in charge of Arthur's safety, but most of the professors in the castle were already out, and he needed to go to the Ministry of Magic for a meeting in the afternoon. He had no choice but to call Hagrid over and lead Arthur to Hogsmeade to meet with the elves.

"The chairs in Lady Padiv's teahouse are so small that I can't sit comfortably. Otherwise, I'll accompany you to the cunning goblin."

Hagrid seemed a little weak-hearted, unconsciously touching his bushy beard and smiling as he explained.

"It's alright, Hagrid. Wait for me at the bar. I'll go to you when I'm done."

Arthur watched Hagrid lie so hard to get drunk, so he pretended not to care and responded.

Hagrid laughed happily when he saw that Arthur agreed, and then led Arthur towards Lady Padiff's teahouse. He stood at the door of the teahouse, watching Arthur walk in and sit down in front of the goblin, and then walked towards the pig's head bar with peace of mind.

Madame Padiv's teahouse is a cramped teahouse where everything inside is decorated with cheesy lace, even the small round tables.

Arthur sat in front of Jim Baggins and ordered a random glass of hot milk. When he drank two sips of hot milk, the chill in his body disappeared for the most part.

"Before we talk about that, there's one thing I need to make sure with you."

Jim Baggins saw a little more rosy on Arthur's pale countenance, and spoke.

"What's that?" Arthur asked, placing the milk cup on the coaster, looking into Jim's cloudy eyes.

"About that... The clan agrees to your request, but what you write must satisfy us."

Jim Baggins took a yellowed sheepskin scroll from his coat pocket, placed it on the table and pushed it in front of Arthur.

"I'll take a look at the contract first..."

Arthur did not immediately agree, but opened the parchment scroll on the table and carefully read the treaty inside.

A month ago in Hogwarts Castle, Arthur had guessed the purpose of the elves.

They wanted Arthur to write a book featuring goblins, and use it to create a positive image of goblins and reduce the hostility of wizards towards them.

Arthur knew what they wanted to do, so he opened his mouth and asked Jim Baggins for 100,000 gold Galleons. The highest price given by Jim Baggins at the time was 10,000 gold Galleons.

Neither side budged, and there was no follow-up to the matter. Now Jim Baggins brings it up again, and agrees to Arthur's terms.

This made Arthur very puzzled, fearing that these cunning goblins had set some trap for him.

Jim Baggins sighed inwardly as he watched Arthur read carefully. I remembered the angry expressions on the way the higher-ups of the clan heard that day that Arthur had asked for 100,000 gold galleons to write a book for them.

At that time, both the patriarch and the Grand Elder had given up on the idea of working with Arthur, and it was Baggins who persuaded them to wait and see how Arthur's new book would be heard before deciding on the matter.

Gringotts Bank is the only bank in the wizarding world, and they have branches in countries all over the world, and they cooperate with bookstores in every country.

With the blessing of this innate advantage, Baggins made Arthur's new book printed by Knights of the Round Table appear in every bookstore in the wizarding world for the first time.

It's been less than a month, and Arthur's has already sold 80,000 copies.

It's horrible!

Even the most famous home, Gilderoy Lockhart, took four years to reach this number when he published his fifth book.

After realizing that Arthur Pendragon was not a short-lived home, the middle and high-ranking members of the clan changed their attitude and agreed to pay 100,000 gold Galleons for Arthur to write custom essays for them.

But in order to prevent Arthur from writing something that they didn't want, they decided to let Arthur write the first draft and let them review it until they were satisfied.

"Give me a deposit of 40,000 yuan first, and then pay me the next 60,000 yuan after your review is over... Okay, I accept. Fifty-fifty percent of the profits, I can accept this... But the copyright belongs to you, this..."

After rolling the parchment back in his hand, Arthur said to Jim Baggins with an embarrassed face.

"I've already given you 100,000 gold Galleons, and of course the copyright belongs to us. Arthur... You can't be too greedy."

"Mr. Baggins, I think you're mistaken, I don't want the rights to the wizarding world. I'm looking at the fact that the contract doesn't clearly state who owns the copyright to this book in the Muggle world."

Arthur explained, shaking his head.

"Copyright in the Muggle world? You want it?" Baggins' eyes froze, and he was very puzzled.

The elves who lived in the wizarding world were rarely present in the Muggle world, and for them, it was a very strange and worthless world.

For a moment, Baggins thought that Arthur was playing tricks on him.