Unbeknownst to Amosta, Harry, who hadn't yet been photographed, had already learned from Hagrid about his 'great achievements' at school, but even if he did, he would probably only laugh at it.

When the sky was slightly bright, he had already gotten up after falling asleep at two o'clock in the middle of the night, which was probably the benefit of being a wizard, and wizards with a strong memory and mana had far more energy than Muggles.

Over the past three years or so, Amosta has become accustomed to a life of displacement.

In many cases, in order to work for his employer, he had to spend more than ten days in the wilderness, in the primeval forest, or in the ruins of his ancestors buried deep underground.

Although the weather is clear, the weather is still cold in the morning, the snow on the lawn shows no signs of melting, and the ice surface of the frozen black lake is strong enough to rival that of serpentine wood.

Amosta, who was jogging along the lake, stood under a willow tree to rest for a while, and saw a dark shadow in the castle approaching him rapidly in the distance.

"Dumbledore asked me to give it to you."

The pale gold sunlight struck Snape's face, softening his cold, rigid face a little, and a few paces away, he threw Amosta black purse.

"How many?"

Amosta shook the heavy purse in his hand and asked with interest,

"Two thousand gold Galleons, Dumbledore was very generous in adding two hundred Galleons to your request, hmph, Minerva's face is not too good-looking... By the way, Minerva just found out about your return to Hogwarts, and she wants to talk to you alone about your next plans. ”

"Tsk!"

The meeting with the stern vice-principal did not bother Amosta, he untied his bag and looked inside, and the dazzling, golden light suddenly made his mood extremely comfortable,

"What if I run away with this money now, you say?"

"Unless you can escape to the moon, I wouldn't advise you to do such a stupid thing."

Snape said lightly, staring at Amosta, who had lowered his head and picked up a gold coin to play with at his fingertips, his eyes focused on his sparkling eyes,

"Also, I'd like to warn you, Amosta, I don't know and wonder why the color of your eyes has changed so much from school, but Dumbledore seems to be very interested in it, and he gave me a chance to ask you... Generally speaking, he always tries his best to figure things out what he is interested in, so I advise you to be prepared. ”

Amosta's fingers suddenly stiffened, and after a short silence, he returned to normal, and he let out a sigh that seemed to have a deep meaning,

"Wow..., what an amazing wizard."

..................

Compared to the rapid pace of change in the Muggle world, the mainstream society's will is more traditional and the wizarding society evolves at an outrageously slow pace.

Although in recent years, there have been continuous calls for reform in private, but those weak voices are only seeds buried deep in the frozen soil waiting to be moistened, and only when the right time appears can they have a chance to take root and sprout.

Hogsmeade, the only remaining pure wizarding village in the British wizarding world, is almost identical to when he was a Hogwarts student, with the few changes probably being the introduction of new products on the signs of Jokowi's joke shop and Duke Bee's candy shop.

Amosta even suspected that if a medieval wizard accidentally traveled to the modern day, he might not get lost in Hogsmeade.

It's still the Christmas holidays, and the streets of Hogsmeade are deserted and there are not many people in sight, and the natives who occasionally pass by are all hurrying and busy with their own business.

Amosta walked all the way inside, standing in front of a shop with gray glass windows against the north wind.

Deves-Bans Magic Supplies Shop, which is the destination of Amosta's trip.

Ding Ding Ding ---

The brass bell hanging from the door made a crisp sound, and Amosta pushed the door open and walked into the shop.

The bleak magic supply shop is filled with a dozen ceiling-level shelves, old shelves that contain speculums, memory balls, goblins, broomstick care boxes, Quidditch game kits, and many other magical supplies and alchemy items.

Mr. Bans, who was a little bald, didn't seem to expect a guest to visit so early, so his expression was a little stunned, but when he came back to his senses, he immediately came out from behind the counter and ran to Amosta's side with a courteous smile.

"Distinguished guest, what do you need to purchase, the Devis-Bans Magic Shop has it all, I can guide you."

"Oh, thank you..."

Amosta, who was looking up at the tall shelves, nodded in thanks, "Hmm... Do you have a panoramic telescope here? ”

"If you mean the panoramic telescope that is usually used to watch Quidditch matches..."

Mr. Bans trotted to a shelf near the interior wall, jumped up and fished out a dusty pair of binoculars from a pile of debris, and busily wiped the dust on his robe while the guest's gaze was obscured, and returned to Amosta with a smile on his face.

"This is, from the family's alchemy workshop, the quality can be guaranteed, and one is only sold for nine Galleons and seven Sico!"

Amosta took it, he was familiar with this panoramic telescope that could be used for a variety of purposes with a slight modification, and after skillfully adjusting the knobs on the lower telescope, he set it on the bridge of his nose and pressed it against his eye socket to observe the picture carefully.

"No, no~"

After a while, Amosta put down the binoculars, and his tone was full of disappointment,

"What I need is the 190 model, the picture is clearer, and the time to go back is longer, you are a 185 model, which doesn't quite meet my purchase needs."

Mr. Bans was awe-inspiring and knew that he had met an expert.

"It's a pity, sir, the high-precision Shadow 190 is generally only produced during the World Cup, on weekdays, we sell this, if you are willing to buy it, I can make a discount on the price!"

"How much can I get off?"

Amosta's face was reluctant, as if he didn't want to compromise, and he took on the role of a shrewd buyer and began to bargain.

"Didn't say it, nine Galleons, this is the cost price, for the sake of you being the first guest today, I only need this price!"

Mr. Bans looked distressed.

"--,What if I ask for a lot?"

"I'm sorry sir, this is already the best deal, even if you ask for more, I can only..."

"I need 300 panoramic telescopes." Amosta smiled and said bluntly, "Mr. Bans, you have one more chance to make a quote, and if you can't satisfy the price, I can go to Diagon Alley again." ”

"Three hundred?!"

Mr. Bans immediately widened his eyes and exclaimed, but he immediately realized that his performance was not conducive to the next negotiation, and immediately retracted his expression and coughed twice,

"Indeed... Ahem, I mean, it's a lot... It's really worth the extra discount..."

Mr. Bans looked cautiously at the smiling Amosta,

"Honorable sir, if you really want to buy that much... I think eight Galleons plus ten silver sicos is a good one..."

Amosta furrowed her brows, as if disgruntled.

The shrewd Mr. Bans immediately stopped his original words and said decisively,

"Seven Galleons and ten silver Siko, you are a knowledgeable wizard, you should know what this price means!"

Amos did know what to do, so he turned around and left without saying a word, pushing the door and leaving without a trace of hesitation.

... Two...

Ding!

Before Amostamo could count to one, a hurried brass bell rang behind him, and Mr. Bans chased after him in a rage.

"How about seven Galleons, sir, that's fair enough!"

Amosta didn't look back, he pulled out his wand, ready to apparate.

"Damn it!"

Mr. Bans shouted,

"Alright, alright, six, just six, come back, sir, you're the shrewdest guest I've ever met this year!"

Amosta lowered his wand and turned to smile happily again,

"Well, Mr. Bans, let's talk about the delivery time in detail!"