"Okay... ok."
Some whimsical thoughts flashed through Professor Quirrell's mind, but he still didn't ask anything. He just carefully put the things in a box, hiding a trace of worry in his tone.
He has little knowledge and cannot understand what this is, but it is also something like biscuits, so how can he compete with that Trick Shop?
When he spoke, people were still coming and going at Diagon Alley, and no wizard noticed the conversation here.
"Professor, you are stunned."
Sean raised his head and said.
"Oh--"
Professor Quirrell came to his senses and handed a contract to Sean.
"Mr. Green, please take a look, store No. Diagon Alley 77, the rent is five hundred Gold Galleons a year."
Hearing this number, Sean nodded, it was lower than he expected.
This is Britain's largest wizarding commercial street where every inch of land is at a premium, and rents ranging from a few hundred to a thousand Gold Galleons are normal.
The rent of Trick Shop is 700 Gold Galleons. In comparison, the rent here is even cheaper, and I don't know where it is cheaper.
Maybe it's too dilapidated.
After taking over the magic contract, Sean did not sign his name quickly. He just released a Paper airplane and then waited for his teacher.
After all, no one can be too cautious when entering into a contract with magic.
Sean looked at Twilfitt and Tatting's, Professor McGonagall's stern eyebrows were slightly softened, and he was chatting and laughing with the store manager whose blond hair was meticulously combed.
He breathed a sigh of relief. The right to handle this matter had gone through some twists and turns.
In the end, Professor Terra convinced Professor McGonagall by saying, "I have not had a disciple for seventy years" and "it is a tradition in the alchemy world that the teacher is the student in charge of the alchemy workshop."
In a short while, Professor Terra, who received the message from Sean, will arrive.
Before that, Sean has to complete another necessary task.
He took out a contract and handed it to Quirrell.
"Professor, take a look."
Professor Quirrell took the contract with some confusion.
The word "reward" above hurt his eyes too much.
It's been a long time since he's done anything remunerative.
Last time, he even "dedicated" his entire wealth.
"The annual salary is one thousand five hundred Gold Galleons--this, this is too much!"
Professor Quirrell shivered,
"No, no, I don't need this kind of thing. Mr. Green. Quirrell is not an ungrateful villain... at least the current Quirrell is not... such a reward can invite too many wizards..."
He never thought about asking for compensation, and even just now, when Sean told them about the items they were selling, he had already made plans to run the business in a miserable way.
His health is slowly recovering, and depending on his ability, it will not be difficult to cover last year's rent and operating expenses.
And suddenly seeing such a high remuneration, he became completely worried. Can their store make money back?
The contract is glowing in the sun, and the content inside is very detailed but simple.
The principal Sean is obligated to pay the agent Quirrell one thousand five hundred Gold Galleons, and is obliged to provide the agent with a certain amount of Potions;
Agent Quirrell needs to resolutely safeguard the interests of the client, keep the client's secrets, help the client in business operations, and must not conceal, deceive, etc...
It can be said that both parties are equal. The principal needs to pay high remuneration, while the agent needs to offer true loyalty.
"I only know one wizard who is most suitable for this matter, Professor."
Sean said.
Facing Sean's sincere request, Quirrell's eyes turned red.
He hasn't been treated like this for a long time...
Diagon Alley There was a huge crowd. At that time, the rainy season had just passed, clouds came from all directions, and rays of sunshine flashed on the ceiling.
He has many choices. There is no death or fear. He can do anything and go anywhere.
He stood at the intersection for a long time, but signed the contract without seeing what was required of him - he didn't need to know.
"Professor, you haven't read the requirements yet..."
Sean said in surprise.
"Oh, that's not necessary, Mr. Green."
Because no contract could require him to be more loyal.
There was a brief silence in the air.
Professor Quirrell looked at the dilapidated shop and felt worried.
Within a few seconds, a figure walking in the wind appeared not far from the store.
"My disciple, it's a pretty good location."
Professor Terra came from a distance. She first squatted down next to Sean, then carefully checked the magic contract and nodded to Sean.
"Professor Quirrell, what a surprise to see you here."
Soon, Professor Terra started chatting with Professor Quirrell.
It was said that they were just chatting, but their eyes never left Sean.
"What are you going to name your alchemy workshop?"
Professor Terra suddenly turned around and asked.
"Fairy Tale Workshop, professor."
Sean thought for a while and said.
"I should have guessed it."
The professor rubbed Sean's hair and left in a hurry.
Sean also quickly said goodbye to Professor Quirrell and returned to Twilfitt and Tatting's.
At this time, Professor McGonagall seemed to have just finished a shopping trip, and took Sean to buy some other gifts.
Diagon Alley, Sean and Professor McGonagall were carrying large and small bags of things. Then the professor waved his magic wand, and they Transfiguration turned into small objects one after another.
"Apparition is going to make you uncomfortable. Have something to drink, kid."
Professor McGonagall said.
Sean nodded, waved the wand similarly, and a bottle of Potions floated out of the bag. This was one of the many Potions given by Professor Snape, which could well offset the discomfort.
As the light and shadow in front of him distorted, Sean came to a land of rolling hills and fertile grassland.
At the front is a crooked house several stories high, with four or five chimneys on the red roof, which is not scientific at first glance.
But it's magical. After all, this is a cabin built by magic.
Under the hut, stood a short, fat lady with a round body. Her eyes were blue and bright, and she looked very kind.
"Professor McGonagall, I'm so glad you helped deliver this child!"
Mrs. Weasley sincerely thanks Professor McGonagall.
"Come on, dear, I heard that you are interested in our old shabby house. That's great. You have a week to get to know it..."
Mrs. Weasley took Sean's hand and left, completely unaware of the fleeting and abnormal look from Professor McGonagall behind him.
"Goodbye, Professor."
Sean said.
"In the second week, I will come to pick you up. Marcus wants you to know that he has missed you for too long."
Professor McGonagall disappeared.
The Burrow is huge.
There is a sign posted diagonally in front of the house that reads "The Burrow".
Then there is a crooked house with various rooms put together.
There is a dilapidated small Stone House at the back, with some brooms looming inside.