Chapter 204 It's Hard for Me to Do Things for You with This Little Money~

The bell for the end of get out of class rang on time, and Lockhart announced the end of get out of class with a sense of relief. He looked calm on the surface, but his back was soaked in cold sweat.

After yesterday's experience card expired, he has been in a state of anxiety. He is afraid that some blind little wizard will make a fuss in class and lead the whole classroom to let him perform the powerful magic described in the book. It's been a while...

He really couldn't bear such a life of fear and fear, and longed to regain the level of magic he once had. So after the course ended, I found a random reason and wanted Karl to follow me to the office to talk about the specific situation.

He really couldn't wait, and anxiously wanted to ask Karl when that set of magic equipment would be ready.

"Well, Alex, can you help me take the book back to the dormitory?"

Carl lowered his eyes, and handed several of Lockhart's novels along with the diary to Alex, asking him to take them back for him. Don't let Tom know about the conversation with Lockhart later, otherwise his personality will completely collapse.

In that case, Karl had no choice but to cremate Tom Riddle away with tears in his eyes, which can be regarded as the end of this bad relationship...

Following Lockhart back to the magnificent Defense Against the Dark Arts office, just as Carl entered the door, Lockhart completely locked the door with a "bang". And at this moment, he could no longer maintain that calm face, pulling Carl to sit on the luxurious sofa and speaking anxiously.

"Carl, when will the magic props you mentioned be ready? I can't hold on any longer. Why don't you give me the wand to support the scene?"

And then it's time to test your acting skills.

Carl shrugged helplessly, smiled wryly and said, "You just asked me to start making it yesterday, and it will take about a month to finish it at the fastest! Magic props are not quills, they are very delicate things. If you are not careful, it will be scrapped.

And yesterday, I spent a lot of energy and precious materials in order to allow you to activate my magic wand. It is impossible to do it again. It was originally a one-time enchantment that I used to save my life when I was in danger... ..."

"One month? I can't wait that long. I can't tell stories to seven-year-old wizards for a month!" Hearing this, Lockhart anxiously got up from the sofa and stood in the office. Pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back almost made Karl dizzy.

"Then I'll give you another five hundred Galleons, and you must have a way to shorten the production time!"

Lockhart took a deep breath and threw his chip again.

"Five hundred Galleons? Tsk... No, Professor Lockhart, it's hard for me to help you with your money... How about it, one thousand Galleons, I'll find a way to compress it and finish it in two weeks! "

As soon as Lockhart mentioned King Gallon, a golden light flashed in Carl's eyes, but it was quickly covered up. Then he pinched the hem of his clothes and said with some difficulty.

Even though he had finished making the suit last night, what he was playing now was information asymmetry, otherwise how would he cut leeks?

"Okay, just one thousand Galleons, two weeks!" Lockhart nodded without hesitation when he heard Carl's bottom line beaming with joy.

Seeing that Lockhart agreed so readily, the corners of Carl's mouth could not help twitching slightly. Just now, he shouldn't have put Voldemort, who was cheated with no pants left, and Snape, who can only eat dirt now, into him. .

It seems that he still underestimated Lockhart's ability to earn money, and he should have asked for more. Anyway, seeing the reaction of this guy just now, I probably didn't feel much distressed. It's a failure to be a profiteer for his sake!

Every time he cheats someone, Karl has to sum up his experience in his heart. This time he suddenly discovered that Lockhart, who was supposed to be the best man to control, turned out to be the one that made him most uncomfortable. There was no other reason. Both Voldemort and Snape were exasperated by his exasperation, but why did they change when they came to Lockhart?

You have to work harder next time...

Carl shook his head lightly, stood up, opened the locked door and walked out. It was almost time for dinner...

When he walked into the auditorium, he could already see many little wizards eating happily.

Naiyali stood up from the chair, waved to him gently, and signaled him to sit next to her, she had already taken the seat.

"Alex, where did you put my books?"

While eating, Carl suddenly remembered the diary. In order not to let Tom know his secret, he had to ask Alex to take it back.

"Aren't you worried about my work? It's in your drawer!"

Alex took a bite of the chicken leg and said indistinctly.

"That's good!"

Although Alex said so, somehow he always felt a little restless, and the power of the dimension made his inspiration and intuition always accurate.

"Is there something wrong..."

Karl finished his lunch in a hurry, and was about to go to the Ravenclaw Tower to check the situation immediately.

"Niyali, I have to go back first, you can go to the old place and wait for me later..."

Carl wiped the oil stains from the corner of his mouth, and said to Nayari apologetically.

"Okay then, you have to go early and come back early~..."

Nayari gracefully took a sip of orange juice and said.

"Hmm~."

...

"Why aren't you here? I clearly saw that little wizard brought that thing back!"

In Carl's dormitory, a chick wearing only a dirty pillowcase is using magic to rummage around for something. He has a pair of long elf ears, an ugly blue-gray face, scars all over his body, and bandages on his ten fingers. He is Dobby the house elf who likes to make his own way!

At this time, Karl was anxiously rushing to the dormitory.

"No, no! Still no!"

Dobby looked anxious after not finding what he wanted for a long time. He frantically used magic to search, but in order not to attract attention, he was also restoring the original mess.

"What is nothingness like?"

Outside the door, the eagle-beaked knocker ethereally asks its question.

Carl frowned almost into a word, he pondered for a while, and then tentatively gave an answer.

"Empty, without the concept of time and space, chaotic and disorderly..."

"May your future not fall into eternal nothingness..."

The knocker responded, and the bronze door slowly swung open.

...

"So you are here!"

Dobby stared wide-eyed, looking at the very deep drawer that had just been opened and hidden by it, the old diary was lying there quietly. Immediately excited, he stretched his hand in.

"Stop it! Lei Xuan!"