"Yes, ingredient processing."

Townsend sighed lightly and said, "A soothsayer can do a lot of things, but it definitely doesn't include cooking, I mean, I'm self-aware of my cooking, it's a nightmare. ”

"No—" Old Tom shook his head frantically, and the already thinning white hair on top of his head swayed in a mess:

"No, no, no, let me figure it out."

His gaze alternated between the meat in the refrigerator that could be seen at a glance and Towngsen's smiling face, and he took a deep breath after suppressing the mad urge again and again.

"Don, I hope I misunderstood, you must not have just said that you are going to use these, magical beasts' meat, as ingredients, right?" He almost begged and said, "No one would do that, would they?" ”

Tang Sen looked at him quietly, with a smile on his face.

“.”

"Okay." Old Tom covered his face, "I've heard some frequent travelers mention that Muggles in that big country in the East eat everything."

"Don, I'm afraid I can't help you here, the pokemon in the Leaky Cauldron have never been a magical beast. Meat. He tried not to utter the word corpse.

Townsend wasn't surprised that the Leaky Cauldron had house-elves, after all, Old Tom was just staying at the bar drinking and chatting all day, and the food was like it had been born out of thin air—

According to Gamp's basic law of transfiguration, magic cannot conjure food out of thin air.

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse." Townsend patted the refrigerator and said, "I can't bring these things into Hogwarts, I mean, even if I become the professor of divination at Hogwarts, I have to come back to you for dinner, which is equivalent to. Anyway, I entrust you with my three meals a day. ”

Seeing Old Tom waving his hand again and again, Townsend didn't give him a chance to speak, and continued: "Of course I can't let my good friend work in vain, speaking of which, how much does a good stew of meat sell for in the Broken Cauldron Bar?" ”

"12 West no, it's not a matter of money, we really haven't dealt with magical beasts."

Old Tom racked his brains about how to refuse the other party's excessive demands without offending.

"I'm going to eat okay, so I'll have at least three plates of meat for every meal, and of course, the drinks, vegetables, and spices that need to be provided by the Leaky Cauldron—"

"No, Don, stop for a moment." Old Tom shouted, "I haven't promised you yet. ”

Tang Sen ignored him and said to himself: "Coupled with the cost of processing, the cost of cleaning, and the cost of storing the ingredients here, I think 10 gold gallons per meal is a reasonable price." ”

"Wait." Old Tom began to get confused.

"In that case, I'll have to pay 30 gold Galleons a day for my meal, and of course, the Floo Powder that goes back and forth between the Leaky Cauldron and Hogwarts, one gold Galleon at a time."

"No, Floo powder is not that expensive," Old Tom's voice became quieter and quieter.

"So, a total of 33 gold gallons a day, a month is 990 gold galleons, put it together, a thousand gold gallons a month." After Tang Sen finished saying these words in one breath, he stopped with a smile and asked:

"Mr. Tom, this price won't make you too embarrassed, will it?"

"No, no, it's not embarrassing. I mean." Old Tom stammered, "I haven't figured it out yet, you're saying you're going to give me 1,000 gold gallons?" This. That's too much. ”

"Every month." "I didn't know I would be staying at Hogwarts for too long, but if it were three years, I would pay you 36,000 gold Galleons. That's a bit much, and I probably won't be able to pay you all at once. ”

"Not all at once." Old Tom replied reflexively, then reacted violently and shouted, "Wait. It's wrong, it's very wrong! ”

He couldn't help but take two steps back, stared at Tang Sen, and said, "You're kidding me, right?" How could anyone do such a thing? Ha? Just give me tens of thousands of gold gallons? ”

He shouted, "That's enough money to buy the Leaky Cauldron!" ”

Townsen's eyes lit up.

He snapped his fist and high-fived, and said happily, "Mr. Tom, you have made a very constructive suggestion!" ”

"It's such a hassle to count once at a time, why don't I just buy the Leaky Cauldron?"

He took a few steps forward and put his arm around Tom Sr. by the shoulder.

"Make an offer!"

“.” Old Tom broke away from Townsend's hand and said quickly, "Don, calm down. I know someone I know at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Wounds, maybe I can take you to see it."

How could old Tom believe the amount of money that an Oriental man said, to be honest, did he know what tens of thousands of gold gallons were worth?

Prices in the wizarding world have always been stable, after all, the entire financial system is tied to Gringotts, which was created by the elves, and the only coinage rights are in the hands of the elves.

One gold galleon can be exchanged for seventeen silver sikes, and one silver west can be exchanged for twenty-nine bronze nats, which is of course extremely outrageous and inconvenient, but who knows what is going on in the minds of those goblins? Anyway, for thousands of years, the wizarding world has been accustomed to this kind of conversion.

And when it comes to prices, a daily prophet only costs 5 nats, a glass of butterbeer costs 2 sikco, dragon liver costs 16 scows an ounce, and the price of every wizard's essential wand is only 7 Galleons, and even more precious, the unicorn's horn is only 21 Galleons.

As for those daily necessities, such as ingredients and spices, they are basically purchased in nats.

Old Tom's Leaky Cauldron Bar has an average turnover of only a few Galleons a day, so you can imagine how much tens of thousands of gold Galleons are a joke for Old Tom.

"Mr. Tom—" Townsend said helplessly, "I'm not kidding. ”

"Okay." Old Tom also nodded helplessly and said, "Anyway, I can let the elf try to help you deal with it. The meat, but whether it tastes good or not is another matter. ”

"I don't expect too much, for the sake of you being a soothsayer, just give a few sicos, if you can really join Hogwarts, you should eat inside the school, how can there be a professor who runs outside the school to eat every day."

Townsend said no more.

Empty words are not enough to convince people that they will not believe things outside of their own perceptions.

Back in the room, Tang Sen opened the suitcase to ventilate inside, and saw that the little girl inside was as quiet as ever.

"Buying the Leaky Cauldron is indeed a feasible and necessary thing to do."

Tang Sen narrowed his eyes, "At least, I don't need to worry about the silent outbreak all the time, the house-elves can well protect the basic living conditions of the silent." ”

And, there's something even more important.

Townsend said that he needed to go back and forth between Hogwarts and the Leaky Cauldron every day, not just for the sake of eating, and if that was all, he wouldn't have to go through the hassle.

What he needs is a stable, channel of contact with the outside world.

After about two hours, there was a knock on the door of the room, and Townsend closed his suitcase and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, Townsend saw a house-elf.

The other party had gray skin, each very short, wearing only very simple clothes or strips of cloth on his body, covering the key parts, and beside him, a huge plate floated, and the aroma of stewed meat in it was fragrant.

"The host asked Chuck to deliver food to the guests." The house-elf said respectfully.

Townsend nodded, letting the house-elf control the plate to land on the table in the room.

He could well imagine what old Tom had ordered: "Chuck, don't let me see this, go straight to the guest's room upstairs!" ”

His dislike of eating the meat of Fantastic Beasts may be comparable to Townsen's dislike of some of England's specialties.

The elf respectfully closed the door, allowing Townsend to focus on the long-awaited food.

Obviously, the other party's craftsmanship is good, after two hours of stewing, this plate of meat from an unknown animal has been completely soft, supplemented by a large number of seasonings and potatoes, which makes people appetize.

"Hopefully, the ripe flesh won't diminish its extraordinary properties."

Anyway, unless it is absolutely necessary, Townsend will not be willing to gnaw bloodily.

The dining experience was very pleasant, I don't know if it was because of the meat quality, or if the elf's craftsmanship was really superb, anyway, Townsend didn't taste any strange taste, this can even be called the best meal since he came to this world.

What's even more enjoyable is that during the meal, Townsend can finally feel the subtle changes that have taken place in his body.

On the physical level, of course.

Because of the Faceling's ability to grasp the subtlety of the body, Tang Sen clearly felt that his muscles were a little tougher, and the temperature of his blood seemed to rise slightly.

"This piece of meat should come from a fire dragon."

Townsend was sure of that.

"I don't feel like I've gained the ability to breathe fire for a while, there are too few extraordinary properties in these flesh and blood, and even less can I absorb them, maybe eating a whole fire dragon can double my physique."

"Of course, it's also because the dragons of this world aren't too powerful creatures, if it's Smaug—"

Townsend shook his head, dispelling the outrageous thought.

The shepherd's traits, as expected, are indeed able to set him out of a transcendent path, but what makes Townsend laugh and cry is that it is not the flesh and blood that limits his growth speed, but his own food.

He held his stomach and looked at the small half plate of meat left in front of him, and could only helplessly announce that the little girl in the suitcase could add food tonight.

"Maybe I'll eventually gain the abilities of various magical beasts, but now-"

Townsend pulled out his wand, placed another feather on the table, and took a deep breath.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!"

With a wave of the wand, a flick.

At this moment, Tang Sen clearly felt that his spell had been successfully released.

He looked excitedly at the feathers on the table.

It didn't float, but with a pop, it was ignited.

(End of chapter)