As the king of owls in the British Isles, Gu Gu expected payment when he sent his underlings to do things.
Fortunately, Vincent had come prepared. Otherwise, he really would have been taken for a ride.
Wasn't this supposed to be a trivial matter? Wasn't Gu Gu supposed to have tremendous influence?
That was all bullshit!
Even owls had learned to talk about profit these days. What use was a lofty status compared to tangible benefits?
Fortunately, Vincent had a substantial fortune and could afford to keep this flock of owls.
Once they had eaten and drunk their fill, it was time to discuss terms.
There was no haggling—not because he had offered too much, but because the post office's treatment was practically nonexistent.
"Those bloodsuckers!" Hermione looked rather agitated.
"Gu Gu!"
She loosened her hold on Gu Gu slightly. "Sorry, I just can't imagine what kind of lives these owls have been living."
Three meals and lodging were provided, but judging by the rows of shabby little wooden huts before them, the food probably only barely filled their stomachs.
Just look at Gu Gu in her arms—so plump, with such glossy feathers.
Compared to the Owl Post Office, even Hogwarts' owlery was practically paradise.
Vincent wore a pained expression.
The improved treatment at school had all come out of his own pocket as a School Board Member. If he had not needed to keep it hidden from the Aurors, he would not have had to come all the way here.
But if he wanted to take all the owls away, he first had to dissolve their magical contracts with the post office.
"Hmm..." Vincent lightly tapped the wand in his hand with his fingertip and discovered that, because the contract was severely unequal, it would not be very difficult