Strictly speaking, the old wizard is not considered a poor ghost. The suitcase of the Untraceable Stretching Curse is full of various books and potion materials, none of which can be bought with money.
Like Hagrid in front of them, they didn't seem to have much demand for money. For them, the greatest value of these materials was the materials themselves.
But Anton can't.
Without money, he didn't even have a place to live. He was sleeping on the street with such a suitcase, and he might wake up with no waist.
Moreover, he almost vomited after eating noodles and steamed buns for the past two months.
He needs nutritious food, otherwise he may not grow taller later.
The ingredients of the potion cannot be eaten, and there is no way to even exchange them for money. Diagon Alley will not accept these medicinal ingredients.
Snape was probably the only buyer Anton could find.
"I need to know where you got it from." Snape had no expression on his face.
There is a show!
Anton hurried back, put down the suitcase, and put the glass bottle on the table, "I killed it myself."
Snape looked disbelieving, "The Moonlight Turtle is a 4X-level magical creature, is it up to you?"
Ps: According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic on dangerous creatures, the 4X level means: capable wizards can deal with them. For example, Dumbledore's Phoenix Phoenix, Newt's Winged Demon, and Hogwarts' Thestral pulling a cart.
He looked up and down and shook his head.
It is said that people should not be judged by their appearance, but the growth of a wizard's magic power also requires science. As far as Anton is concerned, it is impossible to have the possibility of hunting the moonlight turtle.
"I can do it." Anton replied. Seeing that Snape didn't believe it, he hesitated for a moment, and could only get closer, and explained in a low voice, "Although the moonlight turtle lives in freshwater lakes, this kind of creature needs to return to the ocean to lay eggs, and the cubs will swim along the river and return to the lake."
"As long as the concentration of salt water is adjusted to simulate the environment of sea water, it will have a feeling of returning to its mother's arms in it, and it will sleep very peacefully."
Anton did not lie, the turtle brain was indeed cut off by himself.
The price was that even though the old wizard suppressed the moonlight tortoise, he was still pierced in the chest by the spikes on the tortoise shell.
The thickest part is as thick as a mineral water bottle, piercing through the chest and exiting from the back.
Even though the old wizard's healing potion was miraculous, he still lay in bed for eight days, and was so stimulated by the residual toxin every day that he almost committed suicide by biting off his tongue.
Snape raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, "It's a good idea."
"500 Galleons!" Anton raised his small hand high, his fingers spread wide, and pointed in front of Snape, "As long as you pay 500 Galleons, you can take him home!"
The corner of Snape's mouth twitched. He was very moved. The price was actually very reasonable. Even if he had a long-term stable supply of potions, this kind of turtle brain was hard to come by.
but,
He doesn't have that much money on him.
Normal people would not carry so many Galleons on their body, not to mention the weight and volume of 500 metal coins, but just talking about daily expenses, they don't need so much at all.
A can of ordinary dragon liver is only 3 galleons, and an ordinary magic wand is only 7 galleons. It is expensive magic books, advanced potion making textbooks are only 9 gold Galleons.
The consumption of 500 Gold Galleons is usually used to buy extremely high-end magic products and medicinal materials, such as a pair of armor made of goblins, or five pints of Acromantus venom.
Ps: 5 pints are equivalent to 2.8 liters, a large coke can.
Speaking of the venom of the acromantula, Snape couldn't help turning his head to look at Hagrid.
Some time ago, the guard of the Forbidden Forest brought him a large bucket of venom, and expressed excitedly that the children of the acromantula in the Forbidden Forest were alive and healthy.
"I have, I have!" Hagrid's eyes lit up, he looked at Snape expectantly,
"Professor, help me." Snape nodded, agreeing to what the two of them argued just now.
"Ah~ha!" Hagrid expressed his happiness, reached into his pocket and grabbed a bag, and the gold coins in it rattled.
Pushing it into Anton's arms, "Is there six or seven hundred Galleons in there?"
He shook his head and waved his hand, "It's enough anyway!"
Saying that, he happily grabbed Snape, "Let's go quickly."
Anton opened the dirty bag and looked inside, the golden light almost blinded his eyes.
He looked up, at this moment, where there was no Snape in his eyes, Hagrid was almost exuding a golden light in his eyes.
Seeing that the two were about to leave, he hurriedly stopped him anxiously.
"Hagrid, I know where there are cute little furry animals, maybe I can write to you?"
Hagrid was obviously very happy, and nodded vigorously, "You must send me a letter!"
As he spoke, he couldn't wait to drag Snape away.
Anton happily grabbed a few Galleons and put them in his pocket, while the others were tied up and stuffed into the suitcase.
With so much money, the world can go anywhere!
Ha ha!
He just looked up, but saw many people in the tavern staring at him closely.
"!!!"
It's over, it's over.
He is being watched!
Some people even stood up directly.
At this moment, there was a heavy knock on the bar counter of the tavern, and the wrinkled face of the owner, Old Tom, looked quite fierce, "In my pub, no one can do anything!"
The man thought about it, sat down again, but still stared at Anton closely.
Anton smiled, not afraid, and gently placed a gold Galleon on the bar, "Prepare me a room and food, I want meat."
He patted his stomach, "Please give me a double copy, please!"
Old Tom lifted a lamp with a smile, "Room 11, come with me."
Walking down a narrow dark corridor, the bar leads up to the rooms on the second floor with a beautiful wooden staircase, to a room with a brass sign on the door saying it is number eleven.
The boss, Old Tom, opened the room. Unlike the dark corridor, the windows in the room are open, the sun is pouring in, and the breeze is blowing.
Anton walked to the window, and he could even see the bustling ordinary people's street of Charing Cross Road in London. There are moving cars, girls with shopping bags, and children chasing after each other.
Such a hotel near the street can hear the sound of cars and smell the exhaust at any time, which is considered a very bad grade for Muggles.
However, Anton took a deep breath with an obsessed face.
This is a familiar smell.
In the two months since time travel, he followed the old wizard to the edge of the city, all kinds of messy gathering places, desolate forests and caves, almost thinking that he had traveled to ancient Europe.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly had the urge to go back to the Muggle world to live, which seemed to be good.
An ordinary code farmer in the previous life, maybe in this era, he can also become a great god with a good reputation.
"It's not bad here, I'll help you prepare food." Old Tom interrupted his imagination, and walked out again with a lamp.
Anton nodded and looked towards the room.
A comfortable-looking bed, pieces of shiny oak furniture, and a crackling fire in the fireplace.
There was a not-so-small bathroom, and when he walked in, the mirror on the wall greeted him warmly, "You look dirty, maybe you need to wash up."
Anton looked at himself in the mirror, his bright red hair glowed with platinum-gold luster, and he looked inexplicably weird. His thin body looked like a ten-year-old child, and he was wearing a wizard suit that was too big and didn't fit. robe.
He looked at the mirror with a smile, "You said, even the mirror can talk. If I don't go to see such a wonderful world, I run back and huddle in front of the computer to type codes. Is this a waste of life?"
The mirror twisted on the wall, "I also want to walk around and see and see."