"Hagrid?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you sure you want to sell all of these?"
"Yeah."
Lyon stared blankly at the materials in the cellar. He felt that selling them for tens of thousands of Galleons would not be a problem.
Even for the Razor Gang, that was no small sum of Galleons.
"How about this? I'll send someone over tomorrow to count the magical creature materials here and make you an invoice. Then the materials can be collected directly by the people I send."
After Lyon finished speaking, Hagrid nodded. "I picked all these up recently without really paying attention. If you specifically want them, I can give you more."
As Hagrid's words fell, Lyon raised an eyebrow.
He had picked all of these up without even paying attention?
And there were more?
He had thought these were Hagrid's savings from the past few years, but they had merely been accumulated recently...
Lyon found it somewhat absurd.
After returning to the hut with Hagrid and chatting for a while longer, Lyon realized it was already late at night.
It was time to head back.
He had to admit that this entire day of detention had been about as easy as coming over to chat with Hagrid.
But Lyon had heard Snape say earlier that David and the other prefects seemed to have been sent to Filch to polish trophies.
Lyon could already imagine Filch's tone at the time:
You little bastards, hurry up and scrub this thick phlegm that's been stuck to the trophy!
You little bastards, no wands! Use your hands to wipe off that phlegm!
You little bastards, I've always been suggesting that Headmaster Dumbledore use that set of instruments to punish disobedient students. I really want to try them out on you...
That was indeed very Filch.
Lyon headed