He also knew that someone like Newt didn't care much for money. But what could he do? He was so poor that all he had left was money.
Gold was cheap at the time. One gram cost only around ten dollars, and even less when converted to pounds. Fifty kilograms of gold amounted to only a few hundred thousand pounds.
The only troublesome part was that he needed it on hand. An ordinary person suddenly asking for that much gold would definitely be investigated.
But Wayne had no such worries.
He summoned Ho-Oh back and let her play by herself. After taking a bath, Wayne went to bed early. The next day, at nine o'clock, he arrived at the bank they had agreed on.
He put all the gold into suitcases, then walked out under the astonished and amazed gazes of the staff. After reaching a secluded corner, he cast Disapparition.
Without alerting anyone, he Apparated directly to the courtyard between The Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley. A wicked grin appeared on his face. "My skills were lacking before."
"But things are different now. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river!" "Watch me—Geminio! Permanent Bonding Charm!"
Readers who have read my other books should already know... that's right, I'm a lolicon! Ten.
Chapter Eighty-Six: Grandpa Newt, the Ultimate Social Phobe
Wherever you fall, you have to get back up there.
The backyard of The Leaky Cauldron was where Wayne had suffered his first Waterloo. The trash cans he had copied back then had quickly been removed by Tom the bartender.
After all that hard work, he had only gained around a hundred points. It could be called a battle of shame.
Wayne had never gotten over it. But that was fine.
Back then, he had