Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 457-455: Our Shop
“This is our shop, Grandpa Marcus.”

Sheehan whispered to Marcus.

However, the chatter around Fairy Tale was so loud that Marcus couldn't hear clearly even after listening carefully, and his attention was also drawn to the waiter.

"What version would you like, sir? If it's for the young gentleman beside you, I recommend the Pegasus version."

It's effortless; it floats automatically in the air, making calls and taking photos very convenient.

The waiter introduced the items sincerely.

He took out a pair of magic hand mirrors, placed them in the air, and they floated up against the laws of physics and remained there stably.

With a "click," a photograph floated out from behind the mirror.

The waiter handed the photo to Marcus. In the photo, the old wizard was looking at the camera with a look of excitement, while the young black-haired wizard beside him was saying something.

But his voice wasn't loud, and Marcus was completely captivated by the magic hand mirror. Finally, in the moving photograph, the little wizard sighed.

"Truly amazing—the Pegasus version—"

Marcus spoke with the waiter in surprise.

"Yes, sir, there were fifty copies of the Pegasus edition, and they're almost all sold out."

Mr. Hermes' workshop will only produce one batch in the near future, and it's uncertain when the next batch will be available.

The waiter said with a smile.

He certainly wasn't lying.

"Of course, you can also check out our other versions. The Fire Dragon version..."

The waiter brought out a mirror carved with a fire-dragon relief; the moment it was touched, the mirror turned red-hot like a branding iron.

“You see, apart from dear Mr. Hermes and the guests who bought it, it will not allow anyone to approach.”

The waiter said proudly.

"Not bad, not bad..."

Marcus nodded repeatedly.

"And there's our Golden Snitch version, which will follow the wizard around like a pet..."

The waiter took out a mirror with transparent wings from the dazzling array of items in the shop window, and the mirror buzzed and landed on the back of his shoulder.

"Ah, very good..."

Marcus was completely overwhelmed by the choices.

"Imagine if your little master had a magic hand mirror, you could communicate with him anytime, and of course, our privacy features are also good enough."

No one, except you and your young master, could eavesdrop on your conversation with this young gentleman.

The waiter increased the bet.

"This is really—"

Marcus was completely astonished.

Regardless of distance, communication anytime, preventing eavesdropping, and even face-to-face interaction...

"Ministry of Magic..."

He suddenly asked.

He knew all too well the allure of such objects to the Ministry of Magic.

"The Ministry of Magic ordered a small portion, but Mr. Hermes refused their request for more."

I'm not bragging, but in the entire British magic business world, only Fairy Tale Workshop has this kind of confidence.

The waiter said, head held high.

"Oh--"

Marcus nodded repeatedly.

He now felt a great curiosity about this unfamiliar alchemist.

"Times are constantly changing, and it's probably hard for remnants of the old regime like us to understand that such a great creation truly exists."

Marcus finally remarked.

"Perhaps it was only Mr. Hermes who achieved greatness."

The waiter smiled.

"Perhaps, then sir, what is the price of such a magical item..."

Although Marcus had already made up his mind to buy it, he was well aware of the value of a two-way mirror, and he imagined that such a creation would be prohibitively expensive...

He considered his savings and the lovely children of the McGonagall family, and made his choice effortlessly.

“Thirty-seven Galleons, sir!” the waiter said confidently.

Thirty-seven Galleons?

Marcus looked up slightly, wondering if he had misheard.

Admittedly, this is a considerable sum for most wizarding families.

But compared to a two-way mirror costing hundreds of gallons, this price couldn't be any lower.

“Yes, sir, just as I said, this is the reform that the great Mr. Hermes brought to the magical world—”

The waiter said devoutly.

"Give me one!"

Marcus nodded decisively.

Beside him, Sheen helplessly tugged at the hem of his robe.

"My dear child, whatever you want to say, we'll talk about it later. What you can see is almost sold out—"

Marcus lowered his head and smiled happily.

“This is our shop, Grandpa Marcus.”

Taking this opportunity, Sheen quickly finished speaking.

"Oh, you can joke now?"

Marcus was all smiles; he clearly hadn't heard clearly and didn't seem to care.

"Sir, then..."

At this point, the waiter drew Marcus's attention away again.
"This is our purchase contract. I need to remind you that the craftsmanship of the Magic Hand Mirror is not yet fully perfect. You will need to replace it in two years at the latest."

The waiter, holding a Pegasus-themed magic hand mirror, earnestly explained its features.

"I agree."

Marcus said with a smile.

He hadn't reacted yet.

"Okay, sir. The Pegasus version is available in a slim version and a multi-faceted version. Would you like one?"
Manager Suya has set up a membership system. When your two-way mirror is damaged, we provide repair services, but after two years, we hope to recycle the damaged two-way mirror material.

In exchange, you will receive a discount on your next purchase of two-way mirrors.

The waiter offered many scattered suggestions.

This made it even harder for Marcus to recall Sheehan's words.

What joke has his dear child just played on him?
"Wow, is there really such a good thing?"

Marcus agreed without hesitation.

Sheen, standing to the side, was already somewhat helpless.

However, he was slightly surprised after hearing what the waiter said.

It's important to understand that the cost of the Magic Hand Mirror mainly lies in the materials; the cost of hiring wizards at the Emerald Workshop is actually not high compared to the production capacity.

If they could recycle some of the indestructible materials of the Magic Hand Mirror—materials in the magical world are extremely expensive, as seen with Hagrid—then the cost of the Magic Hand Mirror could be further reduced.

"Economics at the University of London..."

He murmured something to himself.

"Congratulations, Mr. McGonagall."

I think this little gentleman is undoubtedly lucky to be your child. A tool that can communicate with you anytime, anywhere, and the most fashionable magical creation right now, is definitely the best gift.

The waiter placed the magic mirror in Marcus's hand and said with a smile.

"Sign and pay here?"

Marcus was also pleased with what the waiter said.

He didn't like flattery, but the thought of the distance between him and Green melting away made his smile bright.

"Yes, sir, may I ask your name?"

"That's what the waiter said."

"Marcus McGonagall."

Marcus said happily.

"You mean?!"

The waiter's expression changed drastically for the first time.

(End of this chapter)