Lucius recalled the scenes of that year, and recalled the figure of the man in his mind and unconsciously fought a cold war.

I have tried to analyze this notebook over the years, but it has never been effective.

As expected, let Hera take it away!

"By the way, brother-in-law, why don't you lend me some Jin Jialong? When you get the key to the vault, you will definitely return it twice as much." Hera took the notebook and patted his chest, completely forgot what he said before.

Lucius frowned and looked at the hippie young man in front of him. It was hard to believe how could such an alien appear in the pure blood family!

Didn’t you keep saying to get some alchemy items before?

Why do you want Kim Garon again now?

However, seeing that Hera helped him solve the problem with the notebook, Lucius nodded coldly.

......

Lying in the room upstairs of the broken cauldron bar, Hera played with her purse, feeling the slightly pressing weight, and showed a satisfied smile.

Sure enough, the Malfoy family is rich and generous, and they are generous when they take action. They originally thought it would be good to "borrow" their own dozens and twenty gallons, but they didn't expect that they would borrow 50 gallons directly, and they even kept silent about repayment.

Meow~!

The Siamese cat jumped onto the bed and let out a long "hungry howl" at Hera.

"Well, this... can I return the product?" The smile on Hera's face disappeared the moment he heard the Siamese cat's meow.

Draco seems to be allergic to cat hair. He spent a lot of money to buy gifts, but he didn't give them any gifts. He even now has to bear the expenses of Siamese cats.

"Forget it, let's go and get you out first." Hera got up from the bed, tidied up his cloak, held the Siamese cat and went downstairs to Diagon Alley.

"Count three up, then two horizontally, and knock three times!" Hera held the Siamese cat in one hand and tapped the wall with his wand with the other hand, and the archway towards Diagon Alley opened.

......

Sitting on the steps in front of the Gringott gate and looking at the magical animal shop not far away, Hera couldn't help sighing, and the clerk's words just now seemed to be still in his ears.

"Sorry, special products are not allowed to be returned or exchanged."

Hera argued with him for more than ten minutes. At that time, the price he had obviously cut based on his own skills, so why did it become a special price?

However, the clerk just said this over and over again, and Hera lost his temper and continued to grind him. He bought some cat food and left.

"Eat it, eat it, while I still have money to support you." Hera reached out and slapped the Siamese cat on the head, but his expression looked particularly bleak.

nonsense!

How can you not be silly?

It only took Hera a full 3 Gallons for a week. After all, he counted it, 12 Gallons per month, and rounding it in a year will be 100 million!

"Since you are so expensive, I'll call you photography. Anyway, I'm saying that photography is poor for three generations, and I can't get rich even if I raise you." Hera stroked the hair on the Siamese cat and gave a strange name casually.

Then...the photography chewed Hera's hand.

"Hiss~! If you don't call photography, let go!" Hera covered her hands and looked at the round blue lake eyes of the Siamese cat, and her conscience hurt a little.

Fortunately, Hera has no conscience.

Hera thought for a moment and asked tentatively: "Why do we change our name?"

“Meow~”

"Well, then it's called Gallon?" Hera really has no talent for naming. If Maomao doesn't agree, Hera will probably suggest that he is called Sike and Nath.

Cat...No, Gallon glanced at Hera. Hera clearly saw the sarcasm, as if he looked down on the name he gave him, but he still lowered his head and ate the cat food in front of him.

Eating is a big deal, and the name is not important.

Hera looked at the sky, sat next to him for a while, and took this time to consider his future path.

If you work hard to save money, your weekly meals can be reduced to two Gallons. However, with Galon's food, it is estimated that the fifty gold Gallons on hand will last for a few months.

It seems that we have to find a way to make money!

Should I go to Romania to secretly do smuggling business?

There are many Greeks doing those odd businesses there.

At this moment, Hera suddenly heard a gossip sound coming from the witch passing by.

"Do you know? The professor at Hogwarts is dead again this year."

"That professor?"

"Who else can it be? It's the cursed professor of black magic defense. I heard that I was feeding wild animals in the Forbidden Forest..."

"My sister's brother-in-law, next door neighbor Felch, has a squib at home. I heard that he is a gatekeeper in Hogwarts, and I heard that the new professor is..."

Hera pricked his ears and wanted to hear who the new professor was this year, but the two witches had already walked into the Gringott, and Hera could not hear what was behind.

"Oh, forget it, let's go back to Gallon." Hera rubbed Gallon's furry head, put away the cat food pocket, picked up Gallon and prepared to go back to the broken cauldron bar.

Anyway, the money is enough to spend now, so I can salt fish every day. Let’s talk about it when I don’t have money.

Back at the Rolled Cauldron Bar, Hera sat on the bar and smiled at the boss, "Tom, give me a butterbeer bar."

"Don't you drink some real wine?"

"No, it's still a butterbeer bar."

Tom put down the rag in his hand, picked up a newspaper next to him and handed it to Hera, and turned around to prepare.

Hera picked up today's "Prophet Daily" casually, but the report at the top of the cover made him angry.

"Shocked! Quirinas Quirlow, an outstanding Hogwarts graduate, actually applied for a professor in the Dark Magic Defense class..."

Bang! Hera's fist hit the bar, and many people were startled by the sound, but they just glanced and continued to chat with their friends around them.

"Damn it, that guy Quirinas actually applied for a professor. Isn't he just O.w.l.s more than me? How can I not compare to him? If I see him, I must make all his brains."

Tom glanced at the person standing next to Hera at some point, couldn't help but sigh, then put the butter beer in front of Hera, silently retreated aside and wiped the cup with a rag.

"That guy Quirinas..." Hera was still making a crazy output. If it weren't for that guy Quirinas, he would have applied for the position of professor. He heard that one month's salary is enough 80 Gallons!

But all of this is gone.

"Le...Lesterlanch, long time no see you!"

Hera was in a very bad mood at this time. When he heard someone calling his name beside him, he turned his head impatiently. He was about to give him a slap, but he happened to meet Quininas Quirrell's face.
Chapter completed!