Brook is Jealous

Chapter 32: Brook Is Green with Envy

After leaving Honeydukes, Brook headed straight for the Elegant Witch Robe Shop.

This shop was quite famous throughout the British wizarding world.

Though the storefront wasn't large, the decor was very refined.

Several splendid wizard robes were displayed in the window.

A faint fragrance of herbs and fabric mingled in the air, making anyone who breathed it feel especially at ease.

A woman in deep purple robes stood behind the counter, cutting cloth.

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

"Welcome. How can I help you?"

This woman was the shop owner, Alicia.

Brook stepped forward and gently placed the white bandage on the counter.

"Hello, I'd like you to make a scarf from this material."

Alicia picked up the bandage, put on her glasses, and examined it closely.

At first, her expression was calm.

可渐渐地,她的手开始不受控制地微微发抖,脸上写满了震惊Σ(っ°Д°;)っ.

"This... this is unicorn hair!" she exclaimed, her voice full of disbelief. "And you want to make a scarf out of it?"

She looked at Brook as if he were insane.

"The way you've handled and preserved it is simply barbaric!" She gently stroked the slightly tangled strands, her face full of distress.

"At market price, each strand of unicorn hair costs five Galleons. You have over three hundred here. Even with some damage, it's worth no less than a thousand Galleons."

Her shop did carry clothes worth over a thousand Galleons.

But those all had various magical functions.

They were more like magical equipment than mere clothing.

She simply couldn't imagine anyone using such precious material just to make a scarf.

Even pure-blood families wouldn't be this crazy.

Brook was stunned too.

He'd only thought the white bandage felt nice and had a natural warmth.

He never expected it to be unicorn hair.

He never imagined that something Hagrid had casually given him could be so valuable.

Apparently, Hagrid also had an 8-meter by 8-meter carpet woven from unicorn hair.

Just how rich was Hagrid!

At that moment, Brook admitted it—he was green with envy.

But on the surface, he remained calm.

He acted as if he'd known all along it was unicorn hair.

"So, can you do it?"

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

She quickly resumed a professional demeanor. "Processed unicorn hair gives off a silver glow. Not only would it look unattractive, but it would be far too conspicuous—like walking around with Galleons on you. It would easily attract danger."

Brook pondered for a moment. "What do you suggest?"

Alicia searched through the shelves.

Soon, she picked up a small clump of white fluff and handed it to Brook.

Brook took the fluff and gently rubbed it. The texture was very soft and comfortable.

"This is flobberworm fluff. I suggest using the unicorn hair as the inner layer and covering it with flobberworm fluff. That way, you hide the silver sheen while keeping the comfort and warmth."

Brook nodded. "Let's do it your way."

He firmly believed that when it came to professional matters, it was best to trust the professionals.

"In that case, we'll need to sign a contract," Alicia said seriously. "This material is too precious. I wouldn't feel comfortable without one."

She pulled a parchment contract from under the counter and handed it to Brook.

Brook took the contract and read it carefully.

He also discussed the delivery time, payment, and other supplementary terms with Alicia.

After confirming everything was correct, he signed the contract.

Alicia put away the contract. "I promise you, this scarf will meet your expectations. I'll send the finished product and any leftover unicorn hair to you by owl."

Brook handed 50 Galleons to Alicia.

That was one good thing about the wizarding world—once a contract was signed, no one could back out.

Of course, exceptions like Dumbledore aside.

But a shop like Elegant Wizarding Attire, which values its reputation more than its life, would never tarnish its name for a bit of unicorn hair.

Brook bid farewell to Alicia and walked out of the shop.

It was already nearing noon.

Hogsmeade was gradually coming to life.

He didn't wander around the village.

Instead, he found a very secluded corner and left a Space Mark.

Then he opened a Space Gate and headed straight south.

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

It was the largest farm in Britain, covering 941 acres.

It grew over 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 come not just for fruits and vegetables—he wanted seeds and fruit trees too.

Oliver was the one who could make that easy 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 just transmigrated at the time, didn't want to be tied down, so he politely declined.

In the year since the transmigration, Oliver's care for him had never waned.

Every week or two, Oliver would make the trip to see him, bringing fresh seasonal produce from the farm.

He would even press money into Brook's hand, worried he might be too frugal.

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

Brook turned around, a smile immediately spreading across his face.

"Well, I've been in school. You know Eton College is a boarding school—I barely managed to sneak out today."

Oliver's face held an ambiguous smile.

"Did you really need to come all this way just to see me? I'd be more worried if you came alone. Just let me come to you next time."

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

Though only two months had passed.

Brook's height had shot up like he'd been on growth hormones, reaching 161 cm now.

If his face were a bit more mature.

No petty thug would dare mess with him easily.

Oliver patted Brook on the shoulder. "Taller, and stronger too. What do you need your uncle's help with this time?"

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

Oliver didn't answer right away. Instead, he gave Brook a long, searching look.

Then he suddenly asked, "Brook, are you going to Hogwarts?"

Brook: !!!∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ

What the hell???

Could it be that his parents didn't die in a car accident, but were actually hidden big shots?