It is unknown how many unequal agreements Malfoy had reached that day, but when Neil took his steps and took his steps as the flamenco twirled and took his leave, his face was as black as the robe on his body, but a day later, he was seen standing alone in front of the door of the Ravenclaw common room, staring at the eagle-shaped brass ring on the door with the eyes of a murderer.

Business didn't go very well in Slytherin, as most of the students in Snake House thought it was a self-defeating act to go to the break rooms of other branches to buy things. As an upper-class person, you should sit at home, drink coffee and elegantly flip through Burberry's seasonal brochures for inspiration, and then call designers and tailors directly into your home to customize your favorite styles...... Instead of running to the sewage-ridden souks and competing with others like a shrew for a few coins and a bundle of carrots.

In order to break the deadlock, Neil has been trying to find a broker who can break into the opponent's interior, and Malfoy seems to be the right fit. While you may not be able to expect anything from his communication skills and business acumen, there is an old saying that says it well. What kind of person has what kind of usage.

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"You want Malfoy to help you sell something?"

Hermione asked in a low voice, disgust written on her face.

"Not at all, Miss Granger. In the case of Mr. Malfoy, it could have been used in a more efficient way. Neil replied in the same volume, leaning slightly to her to keep his voice from being heard, "And I can't afford to pay the commission of an employee of that level - the Malfoys are the dignitaries of British wizarding world, and you know their yard is full of blue peacocks, right?" It's a visionary performance, and Miss Granger, peacocks are particularly tolerant of neurotoxins and are complementary to dogs when it comes to housekeeping. ”

Hermione bit her lip and cautiously glanced towards the librarian's seat. Chatting in the Hogwarts library is a dangerous affair, and the caretaker, Lady Irma Pins, the old lady who was sitting there rebinding old books, runs the place in the same way as she rules a totalitarian state, and all acts of contamination, damaging books, and loud noises are punished severely, second only to the murder of the Headmaster.

However, there was a person in front of her who was pretending to be stupid in such a grand place, and she really couldn't help but vomit.

"Stop talking nonsense, Neil." Hermione gritted her teeth and whispered a rebuke, not forgetting to push away the face he had inadvertently leaned too close to when he whispered, "It's not like you don't know how annoying he is—and how much he hates you!" Especially after you caused them to lose thirty points and a big face in Charms class! There's no way he's willing to do anything you want. ”

Glared at her, Neil immediately raised his hands in surrender, but his overly calm attitude made the sincerity seem rather suspicious.

"I'm not talking nonsense, Miss Granger." He smiled mysteriously, and once again habitually brought his face to the other's ear, this time not being pushed away, but just another roll of the eyes, "I didn't force Mr. Malfoy to do anything, but I just hoped that through him, a new way of life could be conveyed to everyone in Slytherin." ”

"How?"

"I gave him a very expensive and very ostentatious gift......

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Leaving Neil's shop, or rather freed from there, Malfoy walked briskly through the corridor in the direction of the common room, his steps slightly hurried, but in order not to let others see the cramped and uneasy in his heart at the moment, Malfoy deliberately straightened his back and tilted his neck back arrogantly until his mandible was completely parallel to the ground.

Before he went to Ravenclawta, in order to avoid being embarrassed in front of them, he deliberately split his two henchmen, which now seemed to be a failure, and if there were two tall men behind him, it would definitely be a lot more reassuring at this moment.

As for the source of this uneasiness, it was the silver chain that was lying on his shoulder lazily spitting out the letter.

Although it was impossible to say, the first time he saw Neil hold it out of the velvet box, he almost didn't suppress the greed in his eyes, because the ornament was simply so beautiful. The chains, which are slightly thinner than the little finger, are strung together by countless tiny silver rings, like the scales on a snake's body; The end of the silver chain is also made into the shape of a snake's head, and the carving is extremely exquisite, and the lines seem to be flowing under the sunlight; Embedded in the eye are two very small but very transparent emeralds, elegant and cold, like a true cold-blooded predator.

As the successor of Slytherin—the academic heir, not the legendary plague guy—not a single Snake Academy student would not be unmoved by it, and this is a perfect interpretation of the symbol of Slytherin and the moral behind it.

So when Neil offered to give it to him as a gift, Malfoy couldn't flatly refuse, even though he knew it was suspicious.

And it's not really that dangerous.

While he doesn't feel any psychological pressure to harm his classmates (especially Gryffindor's) with cursed magic items, it doesn't mean that others can do the same. Although it is often forgotten when looking at people like him or Weasley, Hogwarts has a complex and strict set of rules and regulations, and bringing dangerous magical objects into the school is obviously a serious disciplinary offense.

It was only because of Dumbledore's kindness that he could study at a prestigious school with a long history, how could a hillbilly who had the audacity to violate such a taboo that could lead to expulsion in such a serious situation.

However, it wasn't until the moment he hung it on his robe in a daze under Neil's extravagant flattery that Malfoy finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

This thing is not "lifelike" at all!

It's really alive.

Malfoy didn't dare to make any extra movement now, not to see that the silver snake was now lazily hunched on his shoulder, hissing and spitting snake letters, as if he were close to someone, but at the slightest sign that he wanted to take it off his neck, the latter would immediately wag its tail violently as a warning.

- That's right, the prototype of this thing is actually a rattlesnake, and at the end of the chain there is a hollowed-out carved silver ball, which contains a few small bells, I just hope that when they restore it, they will not even reproduce the poison together.

The strange idea of asking for help from a professor or another student didn't stay in his mind at all. Regardless of the fact that they have been bitten on the main artery, just because they are afraid that a chain made of a snake will cause a storm in the city, the reputation of the Malfoy family is not so cheap.

Malfoy, who thought he had been put on the table, could only curse in his heart while carefully carrying such a dangerous object around, and pinned his only hope of survival on Neil Wan's untrustworthy assurances of "don't worry, it doesn't bite".

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The same thing is completely different from the Nilben people in the library. Because the untrusted phrase "don't bite" was uttered by him completely from the heart, he is now completely unaware of what can be frightened about that thing, so the whole gifting process also seems selfless and noble.

"I sometimes wonder if I want to do something high-end, and I hope Mr. Malfoy will be a leader in Slytherin." He explained, "There are four kinds of them: a silver chain in the shape of a snake, a gold pendant box with a lion's head, an eagle brooch set with sapphires, and a badger with a leather shoulder—for which I consulted our friend Miss Penelope Crivat, who was very familiar with the customs of Hogwarts, and she told me with a serious face that the last one should never be sold, lest it be tied to the cross and roasted by the enraged Hufflepuff students." ”

He paused, then added.

"To tell you the truth, Miss Granger, I'm actually quite curious about that image, probably more pleasant than the feeling of demon fire burning on my body. I've heard that in the 15th century, English wizards, especially witches, often deliberately exposed their identities to Muggles and then were caught and burned at the stake just to enjoy the slow roasting of their bodies...... Well, human fetishes should be free, aren't they? It doesn't seem to be. ”

As a descendant of the mad wizards of the year (albeit not related by blood), Hermione looked away in embarrassment, lowered her head and muttered something to the like, as if "not everyone is like this". But immediately, she jerked her head up again as she remembered something else.

"Wait, did you give her a gift for this? To Penelope Crivet? Because she made the idea for you? ”

"Gifts?" Neil froze for a moment, then tapped his head lightly, "Oh, you mean that bookmark...... Yes, it is made of brass, and a dragon's whisker is wrapped in the rope tassel - Kui Long's is not a particularly valuable thing, but it is somewhat effective in warding off evil spirits. ”

Neil spoke, his voice slowly lowered, he looked at Hermione, and then at the "Winter Starry Sky Guide" in her hand, which had not been turned for a long time, and his expression was real.

"Do you want it? I still have a lot of copper skewers here, which were originally intended to be hung on the badger's shoulder instead of sequins, but the result was ...... Uh, you know. But the dragon whiskers are running out, if you don't mind, you can wait half a month longer, the Shijunzi Orchid that I cultivated in the Forbidden Forest in cooperation with Professor Hagrid is about to bloom, and its silk is a good thing to weave rope - by the way, the original name of that thing is actually 'Gentleman Eater Orchid', and it will swallow those stupid people who want to get close to chant two sour poems when they see flowers in full bloom, and swallow them alive, isn't it? ”