The Weasley Family's 'Little Kang'

Percy's previously somber expression turned to stunned silence after Basil's words.

However, he was still a bit confused. "The Muggle market is big, but my dad's salary isn't high?"

Basil patted his head again. What a simple wizard!

"Actually, what I'm talking about is what the famous shops in Diagon Alley are doing. I'll give you an example: the second-hand robe shop. The 'second-hand' inside is actually 'first-hand,' but because of the fabric, or even because it's directly made by Muggles, they just changed the name."

"Safety in this regard is within your father's department's jurisdiction. You could completely write a law, for example, that if wizards use magic on Muggle items for commercial purposes, they need some kind of business license."

"Then, would you still be short of money?"

Percy nodded, suddenly enlightened.

Basil nodded with satisfaction and casually asked, "What's your dad's salary?"

Percy sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.

He was no longer gloomy and wasn't putting on airs.

He was like a boy next door.

"My dad's weekly salary is 50 Galleons, not counting bonuses or overtime."

"What?" Basil couldn't believe it.

50 Galleons, that's 250 pounds.

At the current exchange rate, that's 1000 yuan.

This was 1991, and the average salary was only 195 yuan!

And that was weekly!

"We're wizards. Food and drink can actually be obtained through magic. Even clothes can be." Basil continued, "Your family has 9 people, and 50 Galleons a week wouldn't even be half of your expenses!"

"Wait a minute," Basil thought of a possibility and looked at Ron, "Where do you guys usually buy things when you go to Diagon Alley?"

"Huh?" Ron, still immersed in the thought that his dad was actually quite capable, snapped back to attention.

"For clothes, Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. For toys, Zonko's Joke Shop. For food and drink, if you don't count snacks, we actually grow and raise them in our own garden."

Basil began to doubt his life.

"These are all raw materials from wizard factories, processed by wizard magic."

"Although they are also civilian shops, those who truly know the ropes go to places like the second-hand robe shop I just mentioned. Or they directly exchange for pounds in the black market to spend in the Muggle world."

"You can also get Grimoires by going to the Muggle world entrance of the Leaky Cauldron, at that print shop at the end of Charing Cross Road. The owner of that shop is a wizard, so you don't have to worry about the protection laws."

Ron and Percy exclaimed in unison, "It can be like that!"

Meanwhile.

Basil's face drooped.

Now he was the clown.

He was the poor one!

Wait, that's not right?

Even so, they shouldn't be out of money?

These were also civilian shops.

The Weasley family even got bonuses!

At the very least, there was overtime pay!

"Where else did your family spend money?" he looked at Percy.

Percy rubbed his chin. "Bill, Charlie, me, Fred, and George's wands, robes, textbooks, and other school supplies. Charlie, Fred, and George's brooms. Ron's comic books and toys. Ginny's clothes."

"My dad's hobby spending. For example, this year, his scrapped, old, greenish Ford Anglia 105E Deluxe, which cost 50 Galleons."

"When we get bonuses, we also go on vacation."

As he spoke, Percy's voice grew softer.

After this review, coupled with Basil's previous words, he finally realized that his family wasn't actually poor.

They just spent money carelessly.

Percy felt very uncomfortable.

He suddenly remembered that both his father and mother were born into so-called pure-blood noble families.

His father's mother was from the Black family.

Although the marriage with a Weasley was not blessed, it still brought a large dowry.

They were by no means short of money.

His mother, even more so, came from the famous Prewett family, who had generations of Aurors.

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement was practically run by the Prewett family.

If it weren't for the Dark Lord wiping out the Prewett family, leaving only his mother, their family wouldn't be in this state.

It's no wonder they spent money so lavishly, growing up in such a family.

Not to mention, as wizards, they never had to worry about food or drink, and could solve everything with magic.

Basil was also stunned by the Weasley family's extravagant spending.

Quidditch wasn't a game for commoners.

In the wizarding world, racing brooms held the same status as sports cars in the Muggle world.

The Weasley twins' brooms were Cleansweeps.

They both started school in 1989.

At that time, the Cleansweep was the latest model from the Cleansweep Broom Company.

Even though the twins didn't join the school team until '90, and by then the Cleansweep Broom Company had released the Six-Star model, it was still impressive.

The Cleansweep Broom Company, as the pioneering company for racing brooms, could be considered world-class.

It was equivalent to the status of BMW in the Muggle world.

Who would buy two BMWs for two children in their second year!

What kind of family is this?

Not to mention their vacations.

In the Harry Potter film series, in the third installment, the Weasley family spent nearly 700 Galleons (won from a Daily Prophet lottery) to travel to Egypt.

They also happened to get Ron a new wand.

But the car...

As a rich second-generation, he also played with cars.

He had a deep impression of this antique car.

The young lady who sold the car had spent a lot of effort explaining all this knowledge to him.

Ahem, things learned during the "sage time" were indeed deeply memorable.

The Ford Anglia was released in 1959. Bruce Nann, the actor who played 007, bought one in 1971 for 50 pounds. It was second-hand, and the driver's side door was a bit damaged.

And now it was 1991!

50 Galleons, which was 300 pounds at the official exchange rate!

Not to mention, this was a scrapped wreck.

There was a reason the Weasley family was poor!

"Where did your dad buy it? I also want to sell him some things."

Basil's eyes sparkled with gold. He had discovered a path to riches!

It wasn't good for outsiders to make money; he would do it!

He was Ron's brother!

His dearest friend!

Hedwig Finn?

Don't show up, I'm afraid Ron will misunderstand.

Percy replied uncomfortably, "From Mundungus."

Basil was furious. He instantly abandoned his money-making plan.

He recalled the painful past.

"He! That despicable liar, that thief!"

"He cheated me! He even cheated me out of a single Knut!"

"A Ford Anglia 105E Deluxe wouldn't even be worth more than 8 Galleons, even as a complete second-hand car!"

Once upon a time, when he was still an innocent child, before he awakened his past life memories, he had been tricked by Mundungus at the Leaky Cauldron into buying a glass marble for one Knut!

Ron skeptically dug in his ear, "But Mundungus is part of the Order of the Phoenix! That's practically Dumbledore's subordinate!"

Percy's eyes narrowed, looking as if he could devour someone.

He just wanted to find an Auror and arrest this swindler who cheated his family out of money!

His father had bought junk!

Rounding up, his family was basically swindled out of 50 Galleons!

That was almost his dad's salary for a month!

"He's not Dumbledore's man! To be precise, he's not Albus Dumbledore's man!"

"He's the man who likes playing with goats, who's been accused multiple times, the owner of the Hog's Head Inn, Aberforth Dumbledore's man!"

"I'm going to write to my dad!"

Saying that, he handed a stack of parchment to Ron. "You give these directly to your classmates. This is your schedule for the week! I need to write a letter! I'm going back to the dormitory to write!"

Ron watched Percy's retreating back. "He must be furious! This is the first time I've seen Percy like this. His voice even cracked when he spoke!"

Basil nodded. "It's 50 Galleons, after all!"

Including the 7 Galleons given by old Tom, and what he earned at the train station.

He now had only 9 Galleons, 114 Sickles, and 40 Knuts in hand.

1 Galleon = 17 Sickles, 1 Sickle = 29 Knuts, so 1 Galleon = 493 Knuts.

Converting it, he now had 15 Galleons, 13 Sickles, and 11 Knuts.

"It seems that this summer holiday, no, if the world I've transmigrated to is modern, I can consider bringing some airplane parts to sell to Ron's dad," Basil mused.

Ron nudged Basil. "What are you thinking about? Your smile is practically splitting your face! Come with me to hand out the schedules!"

"Okay, okay!" Basil nodded repeatedly.

Getting rich depended on Ron!