Lucius' first stop was Borgin and Burkes' black magic goods store in Knockturn Alley, but today he didn't get a deal with old Borgin: Borgin's price was too low and Malfoy was a bit angry with him for taking advantage of the situation. Of course, he wouldn't have sold the paper to Borgin even if he had made a deal. Because Borgin was a man who knew too much about dark magic items and Lucius was afraid he would find out something about the diary.
By the time he had finished hiding the diary, Lawrence had also packed up the second year textbooks. Lucius almost lost control of his face at the sight of such a large box of books. All he could think of was, 'What the hell? what's with all the books?'
Lawrence put the box in the box and then put the books Lucius had chosen on top of it. Hermione glanced at them, "That's fifty-one galleons and thirteen sickles."
Lucius couldn't help himself: fifty-one galleons was almost half of his month's salary, And this girl just glanced at it and said the price? Who was she kidding?
"Are you sure you got the math right?" Lucius looked at Hermione and said haughtily, "You don't even know how to use a calculator?"
Hermione grimaced, pulled out her calculator and started doing the math, and the results were accurate.
Lucius grimaced, pulled out his money bag, took out 52 galleons and put them on the counter.
He looked at his deflated bag instantly and felt bad that the Malfoys were in a situation where they had to pay out of their monthly salaries to keep up appearances. Although seemingly respectable, Mr. Lucius was actually a moonlighter, barely managing to keep his balance and whose savings were growing slowly. Shelling out the 52 galleons wasn't much, but it was as disgusting as eating a fly.
Lucius looked at Hermione and suddenly remembered that his son had mentioned that red-haired girl, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Heh, some people's families are going to starve just to buy these books..."
The thought of the Weasleys having to pay five times as much and the little half-breed in front of him having to cough up everything he earned on vacation made Lucius feel much better.
Hermione looked up and remembered the exchange rate between gold, gold galleons and pounds, 5 grams of gold per galleon, 35 galleons required 175 grams of gold, the current price of gold was $355 an ounce, which was almost 170 pounds an ounce, 31 grams an ounce....
Hermione did some simple calculations and found that it would only take £960 to change 35 galleons, which her old man could probably earn in a day or two overtime....
Sometimes doctors in Europe and America find it very easy to earn money. For example, for nucleic acid tests, there are three designated institutions in Paris, two of which charge 50 euros; 65 euros more if you don't have health insurance, and the third offers an extra package: 190 euros for a test, guaranteed results in 12 hours, service in English, French, Arabic and Chinese, which can be called a one-stop shop service, as long as the client's money is in place, it will definitely be organized properly.
By the way, if you want to book an appointment with this clinic, you have to pay 100 euros in advance, and if you cancel the appointment, the money is non-refundable.
Mr. Granger could have won his daughter's schooling and living expenses in one fell swoop if he had arranged appointments earlier, charged more money and gone straight to the dentist. In Europe and the United States it is so difficult to get a dental appointment that some students have a toothache in December, make the appointment, and end up getting their teeth fixed when they return home in the spring, but of course this is not the right way.
Then Hermione's expression became: Is that it?
And Lucius was very aware of the change in Hermione's expression.
Lucius; "???"
"It's okay, Dad will do it in two days overtime." muttered Hermione under her breath.
This statement caught Lucius off guard.
He grabbed his cane and hurried out of the Flourish and Blotts Bookshop.
Lawrence waited for her to leave before straightening up, spitting on Lucius' back and returning to his office to rest. Hermione sat back down on her little stool and continued reading.
Tom got up and carefully walked the place Lucius had been prowling around, finally finding the diary in the corner of an inconspicuous bookshelf. Tom had been restocking these days, so he spotted the book that didn't belong in the bookstore right away.
The journal was quite striking, in fact, because it looked like an old book. The cover looked worn, the corners of the cover were bent, and the inside pages were yellowed. Such an old book should not be in a bookstore full of new books.
Tom quietly put the diary in his pocket.
[You obtained Tom Riddle's Diary]
[A seemingly ordinary blank diary, belonging to sixth-year Tom Riddle, with extremely evil powers in it].
Tom knew that this diary was Voldemort's Horcrux, or rather Tom Riddle's. He had decided to destroy it immediately, but before he could do so, he needed to squeeze every last ounce of courage out of Riddle.
As for the erosion of the Horcrux, Tom had a vague suspicion that it might be possible to solve the erosion problem. It was because of this suspicion, and the fact that the sixth-year Riddle still considered himself human, that Tom dared to take such a risk.
In the evening, Tom returned to his dormitory in Ollivander's wand store after work. Today, for the first time, he did not practice carving runes, but sat at his desk and opened the book.
He wrote his name in the journal: Tom Yode. After a second, the ink faded and was absorbed into the pages of the journal, leaving no trace of the writing. Then, a line of text oozed from the paper, forming a sentence with his ink: What a coincidence, my name is Tom too, I'm Tom Riddle.
Resting the tip of the pen on the paper, letting the journal absorb the ink, Tom suddenly realized something and switched pens: he didn't want to write and passively spit out the truth.
"I must ask you why a diary would talk to someone..."
When Tom didn't answer, the journal started talking to itself again, "Actually, I'm an alchemical product made by a brilliant graduate!"
Tom didn't know what to say for a moment: it was a way to intimidate a young wizard who hadn't seen anything, but if Riddle's diary really was an alchemical product, it was no less clever than the Sorting Hat. So you're a graduate on the level of the four founders?
Since Tom didn't answer, the diary began again, "You see, your name is Tom, and mine is Tom, so..."
"Are too many people named Tom in the UK?" asked Tom.
Diary: "..."
Tom confused Riddle's diary with his words.