After I finished the local affairs, I went back to the inn to rest so that I could explain the issue of buying land the next day. As it turned out, you can buy land through the Gifted World, but they only charge a commission because the land is actually managed by the maggles. Since I needed a lot of land, I decided to go straight to the serious offices. Even with this problem, everything was somehow unexpectedly easy and simple.
When I left the office of Christian & Phillips, I immediately went to the nearest pub to drink my strange feelings. In England, it's difficult to acquire such a large piece of land... unless you're a foreigner, and then it's not a purchase, it's a long lease. But it's different if you buy land in Scotland. Not a bad piece of twenty acres with access to the coast and along the banks of the River Spey on the side of the city of Inverness.
The climate is not the best, of course, but for a normal wizard or magician the climate is a tenth of the problem. The main thing is that I actually managed to buy, not rent, the necessary piece of land. Such a quick and unexpected decision almost stunned me, and in the pub I tried to put my head together.
No special conditions on the part of the magicians, and what is there, it turned out that the magical government does not touch this issue at all. It's an amazing indifference! And it turned out to be surprisingly easy with the muggles themselves: I told them I was going to organize an experimental horticultural farm, and that was it.
I managed sixty million pounds — four million galleons — a third of my winnings from the championship. People didn't even care that I was under age — they looked at the documents and everything was fine with them. In short, I am shocked that everything went so quickly and easily.
Until the evening I stayed in the pub, came to my senses, and also dreamed shyly that I will make a mess on my now land. By the way, a couple of inconspicuous guys in robes and hats followed me all the time.
Against the backdrop of people in business suits and the ordinary clothes of muggles, their robes do not stand out at all! Well, I don't care, I didn't violate anything in any way. Besides, I was dressed in an expensive Muggle business suit, a summer version, and it would be impossible to accuse me of being in the spotlight.
At ten o'clock in the evening, when the pub was full, and ordinary people were no longer the emaciated, yellow-faced wretches of the past, but overweight people with "puffy" faces. No, I have seen quite good-looking people, but it is so rare that it is immediately noticeable.
My appearance, against the background of pot-bellied regulars stood out sharply for the better, that is, attracted the attention of women, even though the Kingdom and is a strongly nationalistic society, but it does not prevent women from looking at foreign handsome men like me.
I had no desire to get into unnecessary trouble with the local "handsome men", and even because of the fault of completely ugly women, so as soon as I noticed the signs of an approaching conflict, I left immediately. And in the morning, my gut told me to go for a walk, during which, trusting a strange premonition, I found myself at the "The Leaky Cauldron" sign.
In my past life, I'd heard various thoughts at fan and otaku gatherings, including the cleanliness of the place. What I saw was a rather large room, mostly hidden by a canopy of illusion. Stone, some wood paneling, wrought iron chandeliers and candlesticks with enchanted fire.
No half-rotten straw on the floor, just stone, tables and chairs of sturdy, good wood, no sweat or crust of dirt. It would be strange for a tavern where wizards dine and hang out to be overrun with filth and vermin. A simple Evanesco is our answer to filth, and that's not to mention a whole lot of household magic.
I've seen them in France, so I can confidently say that a normal wizard, even if he's not very strong, with minimal training, can get along quite comfortably even in a hovel. Smoking torches? There are more than two dozen ways to enchant fire, turning it into a safe source of light without fuel or cinders.
And it's the same for everything. So the "The Leaky Cauldron" is just an atmospheric place, clean and medieval. Looking around, I notice a brooding, thin man in a simple suit, brown hair with a slight reddish tint. He seemed to be eating lunch, but his order on the table was rather meager. As I looked closer, I realized that he seemed to be the reason I was here. Well, I believe in fate.