Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 56: The Lone Star and the Sun

Aslan's magic workshop was indeed very efficient. When Wade went out, he already had the first edition of "The Book of Friends" in his hands.

This is a preliminary collection, with a minimum of two people and a maximum of fifteen. The cover is much more exquisite than the one Wade wrote casually, with the font bordered with gold and a swaying eustoma reflected on it. The pages inside use different colors and flowers to indicate the difference, such as sunflowers for two people, tulips for three people, daylilies for four people, violets for five people, etc., all of which are flowers that can symbolize friendship.

In Wade's opinion, this "Book of Friends" was already very exquisite, but Marchionne was not very satisfied.

"This is a version for women, they should put a little powder on it."

"Are there other versions?" Vader asked.

"Of course," Marchionne said. "There are versions for men, with pictures of pine trees, crowns, scepters, bows and arrows; there are also animal versions, with unicorns, phoenixes, dragons, Pegasus and the like; children's versions have cattails and fairies; there are curiosity versions with Dementors and three-headed dogs; there are Quidditch versions with famous Quidditch stars and flying broomsticks; there are also architectural versions, veela versions, Order of Merlin versions, college versions..."

He listed dozens of types in one breath, as if he could come up with a lot of money-making ideas without even thinking, and finally said: "There are all kinds of patterns to choose from. Many people will buy a few more for collection even if they don't need them. But we currently have the most flower templates, so make this one first. If you don't like it, you can give it to a female classmate. When other versions are printed, I will give you a few sets."

Wade shook his head: "What do I need so much for?"

"You can keep it for yourself!" Marchionne said with a smile, "It's also good to give it to classmates to get closer to them!"

“I don’t like to please others.”

In other words, his life has not yet reached the point where he needs to please others in order to survive, and this has been the case in both his past and present lives.

"It's not really a flattery. It's just that if someone helps you a little, you can repay them with the Friends' Book. It doesn't have to be too much, just a set for two or three people." Marchionne instructed him like an elder brother: "This thing costs almost nothing for you, but it is a relatively precious gift for others. They will definitely be very happy if they receive it. And, Wade——"

He stroked Wade's soft hair and said, "We are not the lone star in the night sky. There will always be times when we need help from others. How can you get it if you don't give first?"

"What Marchionne said makes sense, but if you feel embarrassed, then don't try to learn from him." Professor Murray suddenly said, "Blindly imitating others will only make you lose your own judgment. You just need to be yourself - a lone star is naturally lonely, but if you are the sun, there will naturally be stars around you."

“Well, maybe you’re right, Professor.” Marchionne shrugged. “But I always think there’s nothing wrong with getting along well with most people.”

"You have been thinking about how to make money all day long since your first year, but Wade is not a businessman, he is an alchemist - enjoying solitude, pursuing the unknown, and keeping company with knowledge, this is the character of an alchemist! Don't pollute my students with your unscrupulous business philosophy." Professor Mori said unhappily.

"Hey, that's slander, professor!" Marchionne protested, and immediately gave an example: "If I really did whatever it took to make money, I should have asked the technical department to adjust the validity period of the Book of Friends to one year, so that users would have to buy new ones every year, and then the supply of gold galleons would really be endless! But I didn't do that, which is enough to prove that even if I'm doing business, I still have noble character!"

"But you must have thought about it, right? Otherwise you wouldn't have blurted out such a vicious method."

"——Think about it, it's not against the law."

……

Their next stop was, of course, Gringotts.

It was already evening, and there were fewer wizards shopping in Diagon Alley. Instead, some sneaky guys in black robes began to appear, and they almost all walked into a dark and gloomy alley.

"Don't look over there! That's Knockturn Alley, a favorite haunt of dark wizards."

Marchionne blocked Vader's view and at the same time, he put his arms in wide sleeves around him, almost covering Vader's entire body, while Professor Murray walked on the other side of him.

The few of them arrived at Gringotts smoothly, and a goblin standing near the door bowed to them.

"Good evening, gentlemen."

"Good evening." Marchionne gestured with his hand and said, "Mr. Vid Grey needs to rent a new vault." "Ved Grey?" The goblin looked up at Vid, who was only half a head taller than himself. He did not question his age, but nodded and said, "Okay, I understand - what kind of vault do you want to rent?"

"Please introduce the types and prices to Mr. Gray first."

"Please come over here—"

Wade followed the goblin and Marchionne to complete the vault procedures, while Professor Murray came to another goblin who was sitting on a high stool writing.

"Long time no see, Griphook."

"Hello, Professor Murray, is there anything I can do for you?" the goblin named Griphook said respectfully.

"I need to get something from my vault." Professor Murray showed the key.

"Okay, wait a minute - let me get the jingle piece."

The goblins have imprisoned a fire dragon in the underground vault to deal with those guys with bad intentions. The Jingle Pieces allow the goblins and customers to travel safely in the vault.

Wade rode on the legendary cart for the first time, which Michael had described to him as something that would knock your brains out.

The cart looked narrow and small, very simple, but even with two adults, a child and two fairies sitting in it, it was not crowded. Pull the ring to pull the handle connected to the front of the cart, and the cart started off with a click.

"Close your eyes and don't open your mouth!" Marchionne hurriedly shouted to Wade.

Vader did not ask stupid questions but did it immediately.

The cart slid down the steep slope, speeding up, and gradually the cold wind could be heard whistling past them. The road in the middle must have been particularly winding, because their bodies were swaying left and right involuntarily, as if they were about to be thrown out. But fortunately, he had kept his eyes closed, so the dizziness was greatly reduced. Marchionne's arm was stuck tightly in front of his chest, as if he had added a safety lever.

After an unknown amount of time, the cart finally stopped. Everyone was pale, and after holding onto the railing for a long time, Wade and Marchionne were able to climb out of the cart.

As for Professor Murray, he still needs to go down to his own vault to get something.

"Well, let's go," Griphook said, pulling the handle on the cart once again.

Another goblin named Kuler stood by the roadside, with a sign saying "317" on the vault door beside him. He held the bronze key with his slender fingers, inserted it into the keyhole and turned it a few times. The chains suddenly came alive and crawled around, and the vault door opened.

Wade stood at the door and looked inside. The empty vault was like a huge cave, without even a weed in it.

"This will be your vault from now on, Mr. Weed Grey." Kuler handed him the key and said, "Please keep your key safe."

Vader took the key, which had a thin silver chain on it, just big enough for him to hang it around his neck.

"A little empty, isn't it?" Marchionne said with a smile, then signed a document and handed it to Kuler: "Transfer 317 Galleons from my vault to vault ."

Kuler took it expressionlessly and said, "Okay, please wait a moment."

It seemed like just a few breaths, and suddenly there was a tinkling sound in his ears. Wade was looking for the source of the sound, when he suddenly saw thousands and tens of thousands of Galleons falling from the sky, like a heavy rain in the vault. They hit the ground with a clanging sound, forming a small golden hill, which shone with dazzling golden light under the illumination of the torches.

Marchionne smiled and said, "One day, this place will be filled with gold galleons, right?"

(End of this chapter)