Merlin's Blessed Virgin Mary!

How much does the wand cost?

Harry was completely baffled, like a monk who had no idea what was going on.

As a Dark Wizard, shouldn't you go to Knockturn Alley to buy a wand?

Then he looked down at the wand in his hand, then at his black cloak, and finally understood.

It must be said that the wands made by the Weasley twins are so classic that they can be mistaken for the real thing.

If such a bundle of wands were placed in Ollivanders's Wand Shop, even Ollivanders himself probably wouldn't be able to tell if it was real or fake.

but.

Even if it's incredibly realistic, it's still fake. Once you inject magic into it and try to use it to cast Charms, it will turn into a squeaking rubber duck.

This is a major flaw.

Thinking of this, Harry lowered his voice and said, "Five Galleon, but this is only a one-time use wand."

He wasn't lying; the toy wands were indeed disposable. So the Weasley twins would only need four Sickle to sell them—the cost of one Sickle plus the labor cost of three Sickle —which wasn't expensive at all.

"A disposable wand?"

Hearing Harry's words, the Dark Wizard ' faces lit up with joy.

Oh, disposable ones are so nice!

"How many do you have?" the Dark Wizard asked. "Let me see one of your wands first; I want to try it out—"

"Just as I said."

Harry's eyes lit up, and an idea came to him.

As he spoke, he took out the Dark Wizard's wand that he had previously seized from his wallet and secretly set a trigger Charms inside—the wand would self-destruct as soon as someone used it.

After finishing, Harry handed the wand to the Dark Wizard.

"You can try, sir—but you still have to pay the money."

The Dark Wizard waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry, as long as it meets my requirements, money is no problem!"

After saying that, he took the tampered, disposable wand that Harry handed him.

"Lumos!"

The tip of the wand glowed red, and the Dark Wizard smiled with satisfaction after seeing the Charms take effect.

He swung his wand again, aiming it at the leaves beside him.

"Winguardium Leviosa!"

However, this time, his Charms did not work.

The wand hissed twice and turned to ash before the Dark Wizard's satisfied gaze.

"Great! Excellent! Fantastic!"

The Dark Wizard praised repeatedly, sparing no words of praise—even though he was somewhat at a loss for words.

Wouldn't such a magic wand be of maximum help to the great cause they are about to undertake?

Just think about it, a disposable wand, burning after use, so there's absolutely no worry about those awful guys at the Ministry of Magic tracing it back to...

Is there a more perfect wand than this?

"That's exactly what I need—so, how much stock do you have in total? I need a lot, a lot, a lot—" he said to Harry very earnestly.

Harry carefully calculated... How many did the Twins bring out in total? Charlie took five, Ron took six, and he had five—it should be at least thirty or so.

Thinking of this, he said to the Dark Wizard, "I only brought five with me. You know, these things are quite sensitive."

"I understand, I understand." The Dark Wizard had an "I understand" expression on his face.

Harry thought to himself, "What the hell do you know, Kun?" but he didn't show the slightest impatience on his face.

He handed five wands to the Dark Wizard: "Twenty-five Galleon."

The Dark Wizard readily pulled out twenty-five gold coins and stuffed them into Harry's hand.

Harry put the gold coins back in his pocket and said to him, "Wait here for me a moment, I'll go back and get some for you."

"Okay," the Dark Wizard nodded and said.

Harry wandered around the camp for a long time before finally finding the Twins hawking their wares.

It's clear that the fake wands aren't very popular; at least the Twins still have all their wands.

Upon seeing Harry, George waved and asked, "Why are you back so soon?"

"They're all sold out." Harry spread his hands and said to the Twins, "Twenty-five Galleon in total, here you go—"

He took the Galleon from his pocket and handed them to the Twins.

"You didn't secretly dispose of the wands, did you?" the Twins asked suspiciously. "Sold them all so quickly? Merlin's beard— "

"That generous customer needs a lot more wands," Harry said to them. "If you don't believe me, Fred, you can come with me to see for yourself, though you'll need to disguise yourself, of course."

The Twins then noticed Harry's strange attire. Being playful and mischievous, they immediately realized that something fun was waiting for them.

Thinking of this, they both said in unison, "That's perfectly fine—wait a minute, I still have thirty wands here. Ron and Charlie have gone completely crazy with their magic. They don't help me sell anything; they came back with their wands shortly after you left, saying they went with the Malfoy family to get autographs from the Bulgarian team."

"Those two are so unreliable!" Harry chimed in with his criticism. "Then give me your wands—and who's coming with me?"

"I'll go with you," Fred said. "Do you have any more black robes like that? They look quite handsome."

"You need to cover your red hair," Harry added. "After all, we're going to do business with Dark Wizard."

And your red hair—it doesn't make you look so much like Dark Wizard.

That makes sense. For some reason, there are very few red-haired Dark Wizard; they are practically nonexistent. "Understood." Fred an OK sign and took the black robe from Harry's hand, draping it over his shoulders.

With hoods and masks on, the two men certainly didn't look like good people.

They walked all the way to where the Dark Wizard had been, and sure enough, he was still waiting there.

Upon seeing the two of them approaching, the Dark Wizard was initially alert, but relaxed after recognizing Harry.

He quickly raised his head, glanced around, and asked in a low voice, "How's it going? Did you bring the goods?"

"I brought them." Harry gave an OK sign, signaling Fred to hand over all the wands to the Dark Wizard.

The Dark Wizard took the wands, examined them one by one, and sensed the magic contained within them.

"Hmm, very pure." He nodded in affirmation. "Thirty-five in total? Okay, I'll pay you Galleon now."

Harry thought the man would try to renege on the debt, but the man readily counted out the money and handed it to them.

"Check it out, there are 175 Galleon in total," the Dark Wizard told them. "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."

"Okay, happy deal," Harry nodded.

Fred stood there, stunned, until the Dark Wizard left. Then, in shock, he stamped his feet and roared, "My God! Merlin! My God! Merlin's Holy Mother! You sold four Sickle ' wands for five Galleon! Mary 'Merlin black long johns! These things only cost one Sickle to make! This is—this is outrageous profit!"

It increased eighty-five times! A full eighty-five times!

His conversion was correct; thanks to the wizards' magical exchange rate, one Galleon was equal to seventeen Sickle.

So five Galleon are indeed eighty-five Sickle.

"I've always felt," Harry said, shaking his head, "That I actually have a knack for business. What do you think?"

"How can you call it talent?" Fred put his arm around Harry's shoulder, and the two walked back together. "It's quite talent—I've decided to give you four Galleon for every wand, my excellent salesman—"

"Oh, then no need." Harry winked mischievously at Fred. "Your Weasley magical tricks are still in their infancy, so your immediate priority is to recoup your investment. Besides, this wand is your idea. If you really feel bad about it, you can give me 10% of the Weasley magical tricks."

"Thirty!" Fred patted Harry's shoulder heavily. "You're a crucial part of our strategic planning, so no amount of money is too much for you! It's decided then, what do you say?"

"That's great," Harry nodded with a smile.

When they returned and told George about the 85-fold profit, George looked at Harry as if he were looking at Merlin.

"You're a god, man!" George said admiringly.

Harry appeared modest and said it was no big deal.

They wandered around the camp for a while and then saw Ginny running towards them.

Just then, a deep, resonant gong sounded from somewhere in the distance of the woods. Soon, thousands of red and green lanterns lit up the trees, illuminating the road leading to the stadium.

"Aren't you going back yet!" Ginny's voice was anxious. "Dad's been looking for you. The game is about to start!" "Okay, Ginny." Fred waved the green Irish badge in his hand and said to Ginny with a smile, "Look what we bought! Look—an Ireland sports badge. Here, have one."

"Oh." Ginny took the badge and casually pinned it to her chest.

"Let's go quickly," she repeated, "Daddy's worried sick!"

"Relax, Ginny." Fred rolled his eyes. "You're really starting to look more and more like your mother, haven't you noticed?"

"That's because you're always a troublesome son!" Ginny retorted sharply, seemingly not the first time she'd used words to retaliate against the two of them.

After reuniting with their families in the tent, the group left the tent and headed to the Quidditch arena.

Mr. Weasley and Sirius led the way, and everyone, carrying their purchases, hurried into the woods along the lantern-lit path.

They could hear hundreds of people moving around, shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing.

They walked through the woods for twenty minutes, talking and laughing loudly, and finally emerged from the other side of the woods, where they found themselves in the shadow of a huge stadium.

Harry could only see part of the magnificent golden walls surrounding the arena, but he could tell that they could easily hold ten cathedrals.

"It can hold 100,000 spectators." Mr. Weasley, seeing the surprised look on Mr. Granger's face, smiled and said to him, "Five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been working on this for a whole year. Every inch of this place has been enchanted with Muggle-Repelling Charm —during this year, whenever Muggle approaches, they suddenly remember something extremely urgent and hurriedly leave— God bless them."

"But you can't," he added. "The Muggle Repelling Charm has no effect on you."

After saying that, he led everyone to the nearest entrance, where a large group of shouting wizards had already gathered.

"First class tickets," the Ministry of Magic witch at the entrance said, looking at their tickets. "Top tier box! Keep going upstairs, Arthur, the box on your right is at the very top."

The stairs leading to the stadium were covered with a crimson carpet. They climbed the stairs with the crowd, and slowly the flow of people split into the stands on the left and right.

Mr. Weasley and his entourage continued upwards until they reached the top of the stairs. They found themselves in a small box, situated at the very top of the stadium, directly opposite the golden goalposts.

There are about twenty purple and gold-plated chairs arranged in two rows.

Harry followed the Weasley family to the front row and looked down at the scene before him, a sight he could never have imagined.

One hundred thousand wizards were taking their seats one after another, the seats arranged in a stepped pattern around the oval stadium.

From their elevated position, the field appeared as smooth and flat as velvet.

On either side of the court stood three basketball hoops, each fifty feet high; to their right, almost at Harry's eye level, was a huge blackboard with gold lettering flashing across it, as if an unseen giant hand were writing and erasing the words.

Harry looked closer and realized that the flashing text was GG, meant for the audience at the stadium.

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George and Fred stared fascinated at the GG sign, leaning against the railing, with Fred nudging Fred twice with his elbow.

"One day, I'll make Weasley magical tricks kick off at the World Cup!" he said.

"Haha." George reached out and patted Fred's arm. "That's what I wanted too—of course, we can't let Mom find out yet, at least not now."

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit private room.

"Atkinson," the wizard, shrouded in shadow, spoke, "How's the matter I asked you to handle?"

"Don't worry, Crouch," Atkinson said, "I've found a more perfect wand—perfect for executing our plan!"

If Harry were in the box, he would definitely recognize him.

This Atkinson is the Dark Wizard just bought the fake wand from him.