Chapter 190 I Want to Buy the Leaky Cauldron, Give Me a Price

"Yes, food processing."

Tang Sen sighed softly and said: "A diviner can do many things, but it definitely does not include cooking. I mean, I am self-aware of my cooking skills. It is a nightmare."

"No -" Old Tom shook his head crazily, and the thinning white hair on his head swayed messily:

"No, no, no, let me take care of it."

His eyes kept alternating between the obviously abnormal meat in the refrigerator and Tang Sen's smiling face. After suppressing the crazy impulse again and again, he took a deep breath. tone.

"Tang, I hope I understand it wrong. You must not have just said that you are going to use the meat of these magical animals as food ingredients, right?" He almost showed a begging expression and said: "No one would do that, no? ?"

Tang Sen looked at him quietly with a smile on his face.

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"Okay." Old Tom covered his face, "I did hear that some guests who often travel far away mentioned that Muggles in that big country in the East eat everything."

"Don, I'm afraid I can't help you here. The elf in the Leaky Cauldron has never cooked the meat of magical animals." He tried hard not to say the word corpse.

Townsend was not surprised that the Leaky Cauldron had a house elf. After all, Old Tom spent all day drinking and chatting at the bar, and the food seemed to come out of thin air——

According to Gamp's basic law of transformation, magic cannot conjure food out of thin air.

"Don't refuse in a hurry." Townsend patted the refrigerator and said, "I can't bring these things into Hogwarts. I mean, even if I become the divination professor at Hogwarts, I have to Coming back to eat here is equivalent to, in other words, I entrust you with my three meals a day."

Seeing Old Tom waving his hands repeatedly, Tang Sen did not give him a chance to speak and continued: "Of course I can't let my good friend work in vain. Speaking of which, how much does a good braised meat cost at the Leaky Cauldron Bar? "

"No, 12 West, it's not about money. We really haven't dealt with magical animals."

Old Tom racked his brains to think of how to refuse the other party's excessive demands without offending him.

"My appetite is not bad, so every meal must have at least three plates of meat. Of course, there must also be matching drinks, vegetables and condiments. These need to be provided by the Leaky Cauldron——"

"No, Don, stop for a moment," Old Tom shouted, "I haven't promised you yet."

Tang Sen ignored him and said to himself: "Coupled with the cost of processing, cleaning, and the cost of storing the ingredients here, I think 10 gold galleons per meal is a reasonable price. "

"Wait." Old Tom became confused.

"In this case, I need to pay 30 gold galleons for meals every day, and of course, the floo powder consumed between the Leaky Cauldron and Hogwarts, one gold galleons at a time."

"Floo powder is not that expensive." Old Tom's voice became smaller and smaller.

"So, the total is 33 gold galleons per day, and 990 gold galleons per month. To sum up, it works out to 1,000 gold galleons per month." Tang Sen finished these words in one breath, then stopped with a smile and asked :

"Mr. Tom, this price won't make you too embarrassed, right?"

"It's not embarrassing. I mean..." Old Tom stammered: "I haven't figured it out yet. You mean you want to give me 1,000 gold galleons? This... this is too much."

"Every month." Townsend emphasized: "I don't know how long I will stay at Hogwarts. If calculated based on three years, I will pay you 36,000 gold galleons. This is a bit much, I may There is no way to pay you in one lump sum.”

"No need to do it once." Old Tom responded reflexively, then reacted suddenly and shouted: "Wait a minute. This is wrong, this is very wrong!"

He couldn't help but take two steps back, stared at Tang Sen, and said, "You're kidding me, right? Who would do such a thing? Huh? Just give me tens of thousands of gold galleons casually?"

He shouted: "That's enough money to buy the Leaky Cauldron!"

Tang Sen's eyes lit up.

He slapped his fist and said happily: "Mr. Tom, you made a very constructive suggestion!"

"It's too much trouble to do it one at a time. Why don't I just buy the Leaky Cauldron?"

He took a few steps forward and held Old Tom's shoulders.

"Make a price!"

"..." Old Tom broke away from Tang Sen's hand and said quickly: "Don, calm down. I know someone at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Pain. Maybe I can take you to see him."

How could Old Tom believe the amount of money an Oriental man said casually? To be honest, did he know the value of tens of thousands of gold galleons?

Prices in the wizarding world have always been very stable. After all, the entire financial system is linked to Gringotts, which was founded by the goblin, and the only right to mint coins is also in the hands of the goblin.

One gold Galleon can be exchanged for seventeen Silver Sickles, and one Silver Sickle can be exchanged for twenty-nine Copper Nuts. This conversion method is of course extremely outrageous and inconvenient, but who knows what is going on in the minds of those goblins. What are you thinking about? Anyway, the magic world has been accustomed to this conversion method for thousands of years.

When it comes to prices, a Daily Prophet only costs 5 kats, a cup of butterbeer only costs 2 sickles, dragon's liver costs 16 siekels an ounce, and the wand that every wizard must have costs only 7 kats. Long, no matter how precious it is, the horn of a unicorn is only 21 galleons.

As for daily necessities, such as ingredients and seasonings, they are basically purchased in Nat.

The average turnover of Old Tom's Leaky Cauldron Bar is only a few galleons per day. You can imagine how tens of thousands of gold galleons are like a joke to Old Tom.

"Mr. Tom -" Townsend said helplessly, "I'm not kidding."

"Okay." Old Tom nodded helplessly and said, "Anyway, I can let the elf try to help you process the meat, but whether it tastes good or not is another matter."

"I don't expect too much. For the sake of you being a fortune teller, just give me a few coins. If you can really join Hogwarts, you'd better eat in the school. How can any professor come to Hogwarts every day?" Eating outside the school.”

Tang Sen then said no more.

Empty words are not enough to convince people, and people will not believe things beyond their own knowledge.

Back in the room, Tang Sen opened the suitcase to let it air out, and saw that the little girl inside was as quiet as ever.

"Buying the Leaky Cauldron is a viable and necessary thing to do."

Tang Sen narrowed his eyes, "At least, I don't need to worry about the Obscurus breaking out all the time. House elves can well protect the basic living conditions of the Obscurus."

Moreover, there is an even more important point.

What Townsend said about needing to go back and forth between Hogwarts and the Leaky Cauldron every day was not just for meals. If it was just for this, he wouldn't have to go to such trouble.

What he needs is a stable channel for contact with the outside world.

About two hours later, there was a knock on the door of the room. Tang Sen closed the suitcase and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, Townsend saw a house elf.

The other party has gray skin, each is very short, and they only wear very simple clothes or cloth, covering the key parts. Next to him, there is a huge plate floating, and the stew in it is fragrant.

"The master asked Chuck to serve the guests." The house elf said respectfully.

Tang Sen nodded and let the house elf control the dinner plate to land on the dining table in the room.

He could completely imagine what Old Tom ordered: "Chuck, don't let me see this thing, send it directly to the guest's room upstairs!"

His distaste for eating the flesh of magical animals may be comparable to Townsend's distaste for some of England's specialties.

The elf closed the door respectfully, allowing Tang Sen to focus on the long-awaited food.

Obviously, the other party's craftsmanship is good. After two hours of stewing, this plate of meat from an unknown animal has been completely soft and rotten. After being supplemented with a large amount of seasonings and potatoes, it will make people's mouth full.

"I hope that the ripe flesh and blood will not weaken the extraordinary properties within it."

Anyway, Tang Sen would not be willing to gnaw on a bloody raw material unless absolutely necessary.

The dining experience was very pleasant. I don't know if it was due to the quality of the meat or the elf's skill in cooking. Anyway, Tang Sen didn't taste any strange smell. This can even be called the best meal since he came to this world.

What was even more pleasant was that during the meal, Tang Sen was finally able to feel the subtle changes taking place in his body.

On a physical level, of course.

Because of the Faceless Man's ability to control the body in subtle ways, Tang Sen clearly felt that his muscles had become stronger, and the temperature of his blood seemed to have increased slightly.

"This piece of meat should come from a fire dragon."

Townsend is sure of this.

"I haven't felt that I have gained the ability to breathe fire for the time being. The extraordinary properties contained in these flesh and blood are too few, and even less are absorbed by me. Maybe eating a whole fire dragon can double my physique. ."

"Of course, this is also because the dragons in this world are not too powerful creatures. If it were Smaug-"

Tang Sen shook his head and gave up this outrageous idea.

As expected, the shepherd trait can indeed allow him to embark on a transcendent path, but what makes Tang Sen dumbfounded is that what limits his growth rate is not the acquisition of flesh and blood, but his own food intake.

He held his belly and looked at the small half plate of meat left in front of him. He could only announce helplessly that the little girl in the suitcase could get extra food tonight.

"Maybe I'll eventually gain the powers of various magical animals, but for now—"

Tang Sen took out his wand, placed another feather on the table, and took a deep breath.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

A wave of the wand, a flick of the wand.

At this moment, Tang Sen clearly felt that his spell had been released successfully.

He looked excitedly at the feathers on the table.

It didn't float, but burst into flames.