The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 268 Let me show you how to make big money!

Chapter 268 Let me show you how to make big money!

She came specifically for Mr. PH, so why has she suddenly become some kind of aristocratic young lady? — Roy doesn't like this; this feeling of being waited on makes her very uncomfortable.

But she couldn't quite put her finger on why—she just felt unwell—maybe because she'd been in contact with too many strangers at once?

However—Peterson is right, the Hamilton family doesn't seem to treat themselves the same way as the Ansbach family—

Although many things happened that I wasn't used to, overall—they were all very friendly, whether it was James joking around at the door or the two maids I met later—

Okay, those two maids were a bit too friendly, especially Miss Shirley—it's really too strange to have a personal maid or something—it's just too too strange!

Loira's previous understanding of these personal maids was entirely limited to Mr. Lockhart's books—they were not merely servants of young masters, but also seemed to offer—and that kind of service—

Hmm—Loila's face flushed slightly—

You asked what kind of service it is?

Ah—it's—it's...face—back rubbing and stuff—isn't that really embarrassing?

How did Peterson manage to survive? If it were me, I'd probably faint from shame the next day.

"Bang bang bang".

Just as Loila was lost in thought, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Cousin, how was your rest?"

It was Peterson's voice. He asked gently, "May I come in?"

"Yes—yes." Loila pursed her lips, patted her robe, and then looked at the door that had been pushed open.

Peterson was wearing a somewhat casual shirt, and behind him followed Miss Siri, who was carrying a plate.

Whether it was Loila's imagination or not, she felt that Miss Siri's eyes were a little red—was it some kind of makeup?

They are actually quite cute.

"Cousin, are you satisfied with this place?" Peterson asked casually as he sat down in a chair, while Xirui gently put the plate down.

There were two cups of coffee and some cookies on it.

"It's...it's alright...it's just that I'm a little...a little not used to it." Roy said honestly, "About purebloods..."

"Then my cousin will have to get used to it," Peterson said, taking a sip of his coffee. "After all, this is how life is supposed to be."

Is this what life is really like?

Loila blinked as she watched Peterson casually accept the handkerchief from Xirui after finishing his coffee.

This kind of birth... is just too terrifying! And... during those years in Nurmengard, even with Lord Grindelwald, Loira had never seen anything like it.

"Cousin, would you like some coffee too?" Peterson gently pushed another cup of coffee towards her.

"Ugh————"

It looks so bitter—this coffee looks incredibly bitter—but—under Peterson's gaze, Roy took a deep breath.

Finally, I picked up the cup and took a sip.

"Hmm."

"How does it taste, cousin?" Peterson asked with a shrug. "This is coffee specially imported from South America."

"It's...it's alright..." Loila carefully put the cup down, then decided she would never drink from it again.

Looking at Loila, Peterson smiled slightly and said nothing more, instead taking another sip of his coffee.

Suddenly, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere became somewhat strange and awkward.

Hmm... how about we take this opportunity to talk about Mr. PH?

Loila pursed her lips, about to speak, when she saw Peterson tap the table: "Cousin—actually, the reason I invited you back this time is to ask for your opinion on some things."

"My opinion?" Loila didn't think she was anyone special who deserved to be consulted.

If it's a magic circle, that's fine—but if Mr. PH really is Peterson, then my skills don't seem quite up to par.

"Hmm." Peterson nodded slightly and looked at Shirley, but the maid just stood there, seemingly lost in thought, her eyes looking somewhat vacant.

"Cough cough."

Peterson coughed, and Shirley flinched before handing him a handkerchief.

"————"

Peterson frowned slightly, but perhaps because of Loila's presence, he simply said slowly, "Sirius, I have something I'd like to discuss with my cousin privately."

"So, could you prepare a Black Forest Truffle Cake for me and my cousin?"

"Ah—I'm sorry, I'm sorry, young master—"

hope Rui nodded hurriedly and then hurriedly left the room.

"Clatter".

As the door closed, Peterson sighed, "Maybe I shouldn't have given such a clumsy person to my cousin as her personal maid."

No—I don't think I need a personal maid—

"Alright—it's time to get down to business." Peterson coughed, his expression slightly serious. "Cousin, this matter is somewhat related to the magic circle."

"Uh-huh?"

Under Loila's surprised gaze, Peterson slowly said, "I had previously exchanged letters with my father about magic array items."

"Didn't my cousin already create a magic circle tool that can automatically inscribe magic circles before?"

That was the first prototype of the automatic magic array engraving machine.

But what does that have to do with my opinion?

Under Loila's strange gaze, Peterson continued, "After discussing it with my father, we thought that perhaps we could build an automated magic circle workshop."

"Used to automatically create magic array items."

"Huh?" Loila was taken aback.

"Cousin, think about it carefully. This way, we can expand the production of magic array items and help more people," Peterson said in a low voice. "If you're the only one making the Shadowless Necklace, it might take years before all the werewolves can wear it."

"But if the workshop can produce them automatically, all the werewolves will be able to use my cousin's necklace in just one month."

This does seem like a good idea—but using an automated magic circle to create a necklace without light...

—The difficulty seems to be exceptionally high.

Just the design alone, Roy felt, would take a very long time—engraving a single magic circle was already quite complex, let alone creating a magic circle prop directly—

"It might be a little difficult, but don't worry about your cousin," Peterson smiled gently. "We've already selected a group of talented people within the Hamilton family."

"My cousin just needs to give them the magic circle notes—they'll be able to master it after studying them—"

"A pen—a notebook?" Loila pursed her lips slightly upon hearing this. A simple notebook definitely wouldn't do—this was a very complicated matter—

"If we succeed, we only need a small investment of Gallon to earn hundreds of thousands of Gallons."

"Several hundred thousand?" Loila's eyes widened slightly.

"We've calculated that a necklace without light costs about 122 gallons. My cousin's price is a bit too low—we can raise the price to 400 gallons."

"That way, you only need to sell a thousand to earn 278,000 Galleons." The number Peterson gave made Loila feel dizzy.

but----

She pursed her lips and couldn't help but ask, "Isn't four hundred Galleons—isn't that a bit too high?"

Loila's invention of the lightless necklace wasn't originally for profit; making money was a secondary consequence of her efforts to help Mr. Lupin.

Therefore, she did not set the price too high—so that werewolves like Mr. Lupin could become like ordinary people at a very low price.

But four hundred Galleons—even for Lloyd, a Hogwarts professor, to earn that much on his salary—would take a full two years.

"Is the price too high?" Peterson paused for a moment—then couldn't help but smile.

"Does my cousin know how much the coffee she just drank cost?"

That cup probably cost five Galleons.

"And cousin, do you know how much Xirui earns in a month?"

"Thirty Galleons."

"So, cousin, do you know how many Galleons this estate will cost?" Peterson asked in a low voice, looking at Loila, whose face was a little pale. "It will cost a full million Galleons."

"So, cousin," Peterson said slowly, "it takes a lot of Gallon to support a family."

"Especially such a large family, right?"

"Aren't we earning money to support our families?"

'

"

His words made Loila purse her lips.

Why does Peterson's statement seem problematic? — At the very least, I would never drink a cup of coffee that costs five Galleons!

And houses worth millions of Galleons or so—

The numbers made Loila feel dizzy.

"My cousin is already very lucky," Peterson paused and said, "not only does she have a talent for magic arrays, but she also has family members who have enough resources."

"My cousin just needs to hand over all the notes related to the magic array to us, and she doesn't have to worry about anything else." Peterson smiled slightly: "She can make money just by lying down."

"And the work at Hogwarts can be stopped."

"And cousin, you should know that magic arrays have infinite possibilities, even something like a time-changing converter—"

"A time-travel converter?" Loila's face immediately paled, and she hurriedly waved her hands in refusal, saying, "This—this is absolutely unacceptable—"

"Ah—even if this doesn't work, cousin can rest assured—the other magic arrays are enough," *click*.

The door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and Xirui walked in carrying a plate.

"Young master, here is your Black Forest truffle cake—"