The Deal, Damn Nepotism

Hagrid wiped the dust off the box, and Aaron took a step back.

When he opened the box, he stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

The wooden box was filled with all sorts of feathers, at least several hundred of them, including Unicorn feathers, Hippogriff feathers, and even Thestral feathers.

Gollum!

Aaron swallowed hard.

He knew Hagrid might have some in stock, but he never expected there to be so much.

These items could fetch at least five thousand Galleon on the black market, which would be enough for a middle-class Warlock family in the Magic World.

Most importantly, Hagrid kept all this wealth in a dusty box, as if it were as insignificant as chickens.

Local tycoon, red local tycoon.

"Is that enough? If not..."

"Enough, enough," Aaron hurriedly interrupted him. As long as there were enough special minerals, and supplemented with the products of these Fantastic Beasts, producing thousands of special bullets should not be a problem.

Without suppressing his Thought Form, if he were to unleash the full power of the Shore Flower, firing ten shots would drain all the Magical Energy from his body. Conservatively speaking, a thousand bullets would be enough to kill him.

"Then let's get it." Hagrid said with a smile. "Feathers are the easiest to obtain. Blood and venom might damage the Fantastic Beasts ' bodies, so I usually get them on the spot, and there's not much left."

As for teeth and bones, they're not unavailable, but I really can't give them to you. I can't exactly take you to dig up the graves of Fantastic Beasts!

Aaron's lips twitched slightly, then he closed the box and gave Abei a wink.

Holy Dragon strode up to it, opened the pocket on his clothes, and the wooden box was sucked in as if it had been drawn into a giant vortex.

"You've really been a great help this time," Aaron said gratefully. "If you ever encounter any problems you can't solve, feel free to come to me. I'll do my best to help you within my capabilities."

"No, really no," Hagrid said with a simple smile. "I should be the one thanking you. It's all thanks to you, Buckbeak, that kid, that we were saved."

Aaron paused for a moment, and several clear black lines gradually appeared on his forehead.

He had specifically instructed Harry and Hermione not to tell Hagrid, but now it seems those two are just as unreliable.

Seeing Aaron fall silent, Hagrid immediately explained, "Don't misunderstand, it wasn't Harry and the others who said that."

"Hehe!"

"It's not them, it's Dumbledore."

He told me that before Buckbeak was executed, he saw a white, cat-sized creature.

"Old man." Aaron gritted his teeth inwardly. He thought he had been discreet enough when he did it, but he never expected to be discovered.

No wonder Dumbledore was rambling on and on in the hut, and then pulling Fudge along to look into the distance after they came out. He was probably worried that Abei hadn't completed the task and was trying to buy him some time.

Aaron took a deep breath. "Anyway, thank you."

I can't accept these things for free, otherwise I'll feel guilty.

I'll give you Galleon as a buy order; the price is absolutely fair, and I guarantee you won't lose out.

"No, that won't do." Hagrid waved his hand seriously. "I consider those animals my friends, and I won't ask them to exchange for money."

"Whether you want it or not is your business, whether I give it to you or not is my business."

You can use these Galleon to raise more Fantastic Beasts and let them live a little more peacefully.

Besides, you're pursuing the headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, so you should at least get a decent outfit and buy her a high-end, classy gift!

Upon hearing this, Hagrid was slightly moved.

He glanced at the Blast-Ended Skrewt in the pumpkin patch outside the window, then looked at the ill-fitting suit he was wearing, and nodded hesitantly.

Seeing that Hagrid had made his decision, Aaron's lips curled into a slight smile. He turned to look at Abei and said, "Give me the money!"

"No."

Abei immediately responded in the Dragon Language, his face full of reluctance.

Last time, Hermione was given two Galleon, and two Sickle made it feel the pinch. This time, it'll probably cost at least four figures, which is no different from cutting off a piece of flesh for a dragon that likes to wallow in gold coins.

"Take it out. Don't think I don't know; you've put all the working capital in my shop into it."

My earnings from these few days, if not ten thousand, should be at least eight thousand.

Abei remained unmoved, clutching the pocket with both paws and refusing to let go.

"Beat it!"

Aaron took matters into his own hands, grabbing its hind legs and lifting it into the air.

With a shake, a pile of gold coins slid out of its pocket, instantly forming a pile on the floor almost as tall as a dining table.

Seeing that the quantity was about right, Aaron put Abei down.

Seeing its tearful expression, Aaron couldn't help but laugh and patted its head, saying affectionately, "You've seen mountains of gold, how come you can't even part with this little bit of gold?"

"Have the butler, Jeans Butler, bring you a box as compensation."

Abei then wiped away her tears and buried her head in Aaron's arms, looking aggrieved.

"It's about four or five thousand Galleon, which is slightly lower than the black market price. Normally, this price is definitely not low."

"Um!"

Hagrid nodded blankly. It wasn't that he hadn't seen so much money before; he had even been to Dumbledore's vault. But this was the first time he had ever seen money withdrawn in this way.

Creak!

Suddenly the door opened, and standing in the doorway was a pretty girl with silver hair, none other than Phoebe Curadel, the Champion of Beauxbatons.

Aaron and Hagrid turned their heads at the same time, both showing an embarrassed expression.

After all, there was a pile of gold coins between the two of them, which looked like some kind of shady transaction.

"Don't you have any manners?" Aaron asked, suppressing his anger, his face dark. "Don't you know how to knock before coming in?"

"I knocked on the door, didn't you close it?" Phoebe said unhappily, then looked at the pile of gold coins in the room with a surprised gaze.

After a moment of contemplation, a cold smile crept onto her lips.

Did I disturb you?

"If you know, then you're good."

"No, no need to disturb you," Hagrid said hastily. "Mr. Gaius came to my shop to buy some things, which are currently being processed."

"What do you mean? Information about the Triwizard Tournament?" Phoebe asked meaningfully. "You're really generous. These Galleon are several times the champion's reward!"

That's true; Eternity Glory is priceless.

Aaron:...

This girl is toxic!

Even making things up in your head requires some skill!

Hagrid was just an ordinary forest ranger; even if he knew some intelligence, its value would certainly be limited.

"You've misunderstood." Hagrid put on a serious face. "I didn't say a word about the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament."

"You know about the First Task?" Aaron looked at Hagrid in surprise, and after a brief moment of surprise, he felt like a million alpacas were stampeding through his mind.

If it were just the two of them here, it wouldn't be a problem, but now there's an additional Champion from the Triwizard Tournament. It's hard not to be mistaken for someone buying information.

A look of surprise flashed in Phoebe's eyes. She had just said it casually, but she didn't expect Hagrid to actually know about the competition!

"Um... I really just came to buy some materials, I don't know anything else," Aaron said, sounding forced.

"Hehe!" Phoebe smiled but didn't say anything.

"That's really hard to believe."

Believe it or not, this is the truth.

"I'll believe you if you show me the materials."

"This... is really not very convenient."

"Hmph!" Phoebe snorted coldly, glancing at the doorway with amusement. "Looks like I'll have to go talk to Headmaster Maxime. I think she'll definitely go with Professor Karkaroff to protest to Dumbledore."

Aaron patted his forehead and then winked at Abei.

It instantly understood, took out the box, and placed it on the floor.

Phoebe opened the box and looked at the various feathered creatures inside, her expression turning particularly strange.

"Why did you spend so much money on these feathers? Does your family make Wand?"

"Who knows?" Aaron shrugged. "But these things are for my own use and have nothing to do with Wand making."

Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "What will you use them for?"

"No comment," Aaron said calmly. "But if I'm unlucky, I might use them in the competition."

Phoebe frowned slightly and said disdainfully, "Damn connections."

"I..." Aaron was about to swear, but he swallowed the words back down.

The other person is a woman, after all, and she's proud and arrogant; there's no need to lower yourself to her level.

"After the match, I'll be waiting for you to apologize to me." Aaron said through gritted teeth before picking up Abei and leaving.

Only Phoebe, Hagrid, and Hagrid's pet Fang remained in the cabin, and the atmosphere became somewhat quiet.

A dozen seconds later, Hagrid spoke first, "While Referee Adrian is indeed Aaron's sister, that doesn't mean she got in through connections."

On the contrary, I have never seen a better Warlock than him.

"I'll wait and see," Phoebe said nonchalantly.

"Miss Delacour, what brings you here?"

"Principal Maxime asked me to invite you over," Phoebe said calmly. "Our carriage is quite close to your residence and also close to the Forbidden Forest. She would like you to tell us some things to keep in mind."

"Of course, of course."

Dumbledore had reminded me as well. Hagrid smoothed his hair as much as he could. "Just a moment, I'll be right there."

"Sir," Phoebe's face lit up with a bright smile, her voice tinged with urgency, "the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament..."

"I really can't say. According to regulations, this isn't something you should know right now," Hagrid said with difficulty. "Besides, I only know a general idea. We'll have to wait for the Ministry of Magic to send them over before we can be sure."

However, I'll definitely be the one taking care of her sometimes. It's a very interesting job, but also extremely dangerous; most people couldn't do it.