"Seventy Galleons for an expedited set of dress robes? Isn't that downright robbery?"
In the Great Hall of the French Ministry of Magic, Kayson pointed at the dress robes on his body, shimmering with purple magic, and complained to Ollivander beside him.
Ollivander merely smiled without saying anything.
Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions received subsidies when selling to young wizards, which was why it was cheap. But at normal prices... seventy Galleons was a little steep, yet Madam Malkin had worked overtime to rush it out for him.
There was nothing wrong with charging a little overtime fee.
One side was an old neighbor he had known for most of his life, while the other was a rising star in alchemy. Nothing he said would be right, so he simply said nothing.
What was that saying again? Sometimes, keeping quiet was a kind of wisdom.
"By the way, have you prepared your manuscript? This isn't like the previous award ceremony. You can treat today as your classroom, or even as a thesis defense," Ollivander added.
"I didn't prepare anything... Honestly, I didn't even write the papers. Otherwise, why do you think I was only the supervising professor on those two previous papers?" Kayson shrugged.
"...So you really weren't... I thought you were just being modest." Ollivander looked astonished.
"What else would it be? Do you really enjoy writing papers that much?"
"Transcribing your own knowledge into words is an act full of charm. You should try writing one yourself. Seriously, you'll fall in love with the feeling."
"...All right. I'll give it a try when I have time." Kayson nodded. Before long, someone approached, apparently a staff member from the French Ministry of Magic.
He led Kayson onto the raised stage in the Great Hall. There was a lectern