Brook Was Jealous

After leaving Honeydukes, Brook headed straight for Elegant Wizarding Attire.

This shop was quite famous throughout Britain's Wizarding World.

Though the storefront was not large, it was exquisitely decorated.

Several luxurious wizard robes were displayed in the window.

A faint fragrance of herbs mixed with fabric filled the shop, making it especially soothing to breathe in.

A woman in a dark purple robe stood behind the counter, cutting fabric.

When she saw Brook enter, a professional smile immediately appeared on her face.

"Welcome. Is there anything I can help you with?"

This woman was Alicia, the shop owner.

Brook stepped forward and gently placed the white bandages in his hand on the counter.

"Hello, I'd like to ask you to make me a scarf from these materials."

Alicia reached out, picked up the bandages, put on her glasses, and examined them closely.

At first, her expression was perfectly calm.

But gradually, her hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and her face filled with shock.

"Th-This is actually unicorn hair!" she cried out, her voice full of disbelief. "You want to use it to make a scarf?"

She looked at Brook as though he were insane.

"The way you handled and preserved this is far too crude!" She gently stroked the somewhat tangled hair, her face full of distress.

"At market price, every strand of unicorn hair costs five Gold Galleons. You have over three hundred strands here. Even with some damage, it would still be worth no less than a thousand Gold Galleons."

Naturally, her shop also carried clothing worth over a thousand Gold Galleons.

But those garments all possessed all manner of magical functions.

Rather than clothes, they were more appropriately called magical equipment.

She truly could not imagine someone using such precious material merely to make a scarf.

Not even a Pure-blood family would be this insane.

Brook was stunned as well.

He had only thought that the white bandages felt comfortable to the touch and came with a warm sensation.

He had never expected them to be unicorn hair.

He could never have imagined that something Hagrid had casually given him would be worth so much.

It seemed Hagrid also had an eight-meter-by-eight-meter carpet woven from unicorn hair.

Just how rich was Hagrid?!

At that moment, Brook admitted it—he was jealous.

But outwardly, he remained calm.

He looked as though he had known all along that it was unicorn hair.

"Then can you make it here?"

Alicia sighed helplessly. "Of course I can, but I don't recommend doing that."

She quickly returned to a professional demeanor. "Processed unicorn hair gives off a silver glow. Not only would it look unattractive when worn, but it would also be far too conspicuous. It would practically be a walking Gold Galleon and could easily attract danger."

Brook pondered for a moment. "Then what do you suggest?"

Alicia searched through the shelves.

Before long, she picked up a small tuft of white fur and handed it to Brook.

Brook accepted the tuft and gently rubbed it between his fingers. It felt extremely soft and comfortable.

"This is Puffskein fur. I suggest using the unicorn hair as the inner layer and covering it with Puffskein fur on the outside. That way, it will conceal the silver sheen while retaining its comfort and warmth."

Brook nodded. "Then we'll do as you suggest."

He had always believed that professional matters should be left to professionals.

"In that case, we'll need to sign a contract." Alicia spoke seriously. "The materials are too precious. I truly won't feel at ease without a contract."

She took out a parchment contract from beneath the counter and handed it to Brook.

Brook accepted the contract and examined it carefully.

He then discussed the delivery date, payment, and other supplemental terms with Alicia.

After confirming that there were no issues, he signed his name on the contract.

Alicia put away the contract. "I promise you, this scarf will satisfy you. I'll send both the finished product and the remaining unicorn hair to you by owl."

Brook also handed Alicia fifty Gold Galleons.

That was the good thing about the Wizarding World: once a contract was signed, no one could go back on it.

Of course, exceptions like Dumbledore existed.

But a shop like Elegant Wizarding Attire, which valued its reputation more than its life—

would never ruin its own name over a little unicorn hair.

Brook bade Alicia farewell and walked out of the clothing store.

It was already nearing noon.

Hogsmeade was gradually becoming livelier as well.

He did not wander around the village.

Instead, he found an extremely secluded corner and left a spatial marker.

Then he opened a Space Gate and headed directly south.

After dozens of spatial jumps, he finally arrived at Garsend Farm in Surrey, on the outskirts of London.

This was Britain's largest farm, covering 941 acres.

It grew more than thirty kinds of fruits and vegetables, enough to meet most of Brook's needs.

More importantly, his uncle, Oliver Burstide, was one of the farm's shareholders.

Brook had not come merely for some fruits and vegetables. He wanted seeds and fruit trees even more.

Oliver was the one who could make things convenient for him.

When Brook's parents died in a car accident, Oliver had wanted to adopt him and give him a warm home.

But Brook, who had only just transmigrated at the time, had not wanted to be constrained and had politely declined.

Over the year since his transmigration, Oliver's concern for him had never diminished.

Every week or two, Oliver would tirelessly go to visit him, bringing fresh seasonal fruits and vegetables from the farm.

He even stuffed money into Brook's hands every time, afraid that Brook would be reluctant to spend it.

"Brook, you finally remembered to come see me." Oliver's voice came from behind him.

Brook turned around, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"I've been at school. You know Eton College is a boarding school. I had a hard time sneaking out today."

Oliver wore a smile whose meaning was hard to read.

"Does your uncle need you to make a special trip to visit him? I'm more worried when you come out alone. If there's anything you need, just have your uncle come to you."

"I've grown up already, haven't I?"

Though only two months had passed—

Brook's height had shot up again as if he were on steroids, reaching 161 centimeters.

If his features looked a little more mature—

no little thug would be willing to provoke him lightly.

Oliver patted Brook on the shoulder. "You've gotten taller and stronger. What do you need your uncle's help with this time?"

"I met a friend at school who needs some fruit trees and various vegetables. Could I trouble you to deliver them to the warehouse for me next week?"

Oliver did not answer immediately. Instead, he gave Brook a deep look.

He suddenly asked, "Brook, did you go to Hogwarts?"

Brook: !!!

What was going on???

Could it be that his parents had not died in a car accident, but were actually some hidden big shots?