Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

"Bring me a copy of the latest issue of Fashion Beauty Wizard."

“[-]% off all Fengya brand robes”

"Dragon blood, dragon blood sale"

When Ciel walked out of the entrance to the hiding place, he had already put on a cloak. Many wizards nearby were dressed like this, and his appearance was not unexpected at all.

Like the bustling Muggle commercial street above, the wizarding commercial street where wizards hide is equally prosperous.

There were many free-flying broomsticks floating in the sky. They were each hung with banners and advertisements, floating in the air, and from time to time they would make some Wronsky fake moves, causing the surrounding people to dodge in a hurry.

This is fierce competition among several nearby broomstick shops.

Farther away, there was a large sea of ​​red smoke that looked like satin. They were like rose petals, floating and scattered in the air.

Finally, the smoke condensed into the image of a tall witch in front of a store. She bent down, put her hand in front of her mouth, and blew gently.

Immediately, a series of heart-shaped mist was blown away by her. Several wizards nearby who touched them immediately seemed to have been attracted by some kind of temptation. They turned around and walked straight over.

However, the female companion next to them quickly reacted, and the wand made a loud explosion, causing these unlucky people to wake up again.

But this did not allow them to escape the sea of ​​suffering.

Because this store is not a strange store, but a Fengya wizard clothing store.

Sober wizards may not want to visit a clothing store, but sober witches don't mind.

They had already seen the [-]% off advertisement.

Fengya Wizard Clothing Store is a high-end brand wizard clothing store. Hermione ordered her little explorer dress here, but it is a branch of Hogsmeade Village.

Charles glanced at it from a distance and didn't see what kind of magic this advertisement was made of. This was not surprising. Even he didn't dare to say that he knew all the magic.

Tugging on his cloak, Ciel checked his location and turned to walk towards a path behind him.

Surrounded by noisy noises, the prosperity of the hiding place is no less than that of Diagon Alley, no, it should even be said to be more prosperous.

Because it looks like it's the beginning of school in Diagon Alley, but it's an ordinary day in the hiding place, not even a major holiday like Halloween.

The French magic world is not the core of Europe, but the commercial streets here are the most prosperous, because not only are there the best alchemists, but also the most fashionable and cutting-edge fashion brands, and all kinds of fashion. commodity.

Romantic French people have always been like this, whether they are Muggles or wizards.

Charles suddenly stopped in front of a store window, because he saw a silver cloak floating in the window, like a gorgeous cloak covering the stars.

It's an invisibility cloak.

As if he noticed that someone was observing him, his cloak turned slightly, wrapped himself up, and completely disappeared into the display window.

Then, it stretched out one sleeve, made the shape of a finger, pointed at its price, and then pointed at the cashier in the store.

"500 Galleons."

Ciel looked away.

It looked like it should be a mid-grade invisibility cloak, but it wasn't expensive, even though he didn't have a single gold galleon in his pocket.

Seeing him continue to lift his steps and leave here, the invisibility cloak in the window appeared listlessly again, seeming very disappointed and continuing to float in the air.

Ciel knew that this was not an action that the cloak could make by itself, but the advertising magic in the window.

Otherwise, why would the business in France's magic world be more developed? Because the alchemy here is undoubtedly the first in Europe, and even the first in the magic world.

Continuing to turn a few more intersections, there began to be fewer wizards passing by, and the magic shop signs on both sides of the road were much plainer than what they saw when they first entered the hiding place.

There are no gorgeous special effects, no magical effects, and they are even a bit dilapidated and old.

It's like Diagon Alley.

This is the oldest street in the Hidden Land, and it is also where the oldest alchemists’ shops are located.

For alchemy, ancient means powerful and high-quality, but for business, high-quality does not mean that business will definitely be good.

Because even for alchemy products, we must look at market demand and follow fashion trends.

It just so happens that most old alchemists reject such fancy things.

Ciel finally stopped in front of an alchemy shop.

Weird alchemy shop.

This is the destination of his trip.

. . .

"jingle."

The Weird Alchemy Shop is one of the oldest alchemy shops in the Hidden Land. The owner is named Laken, an old man.

This shop didn't have any particularly powerful alchemy items. Ciel found it because it had some special works.

In fact, every alchemy shop has its own characteristics and signature works, which is also the means by which they survive.

Opening the door, Ciel walked in.

The inside of the shop is very ordinary, with some ordinary alchemy products hanging on the walls on both sides, such as crucibles, magic scales, customized broomsticks and the like.

Even the welcome at the door is ordinary, an old doorbell from the last century.

The person looking after the store was an old house elf. He was sitting behind a cabinet that seemed to be the counter. When he saw the customers coming, he stood up from behind the counter and stepped on a stool.

Ciel walked over and looked at the old house elf. Without speaking, he directly put his hand into his arms.

This action made the house elf behind the cabinet stiffen. His right hand unconsciously followed Ciel's movements and slowly reached downwards. Under the counter, there was a spare wand.

"take it easy."

Ciel said calmly in a low voice.

"I just didn't bring any money."

Hearing this, the old house elf swallowed nervously.

"so.."

Just as the house elf pretended to stare at Ciel attentively while telling the story, and was about to touch the wand secretly, Ciel suddenly took out a mithril sword and slapped it on the counter.

“So I decided to barter and sell something on the way.”

. . .

"Excuse the indiscretion of the pocket watch, young sir."

The boss Laken came forward and replaced the old house elf.

Because what Ciel brought out was worthy of his presence.

"Mithril."

Although the old man looked old, his hands and feet were very flexible. He raised the sword and flicked it lightly, listening to its crisp and sweet sound.

"A rare material."

"what do you want."

The old man asked slowly.

"It's nothing illegal."

"I remember you have one here, the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack... Bah, I mean, a magic notebook that can be used for two-way communication. Oh my God, you should really think of a nicer name."

"I knew there would be people who would remember it."

The old man Laken was of course very happy to hear that someone wanted to buy his signature work.

"There's nothing wrong with this name. I just think it's good and it's not like those fancy things out there."

But I heard that Ciel felt that the name he thought of was not good, and he was a little unhappy.

Conflicted old man.

The two-way communication magic notebook is the specialty product here. To be honest, its alchemy level is very high, but its market positioning is very vague.

Several magic circles have their own schools. Basically every little wizard grew up there. They meet every day and don't need this thing at all.

Even if you are on holiday, you can still write letters using the owl, and there is also a double-sided mirror.

Of course, there is no demand at all.

After all, owl delivery is a bit slower, and although a two-way communication notebook is also not cheap, it is several times cheaper than an expensive two-way mirror.

So it can still be sold.

For so many years, relying on this special alchemy product, this store has been hanging around.

Laken quickly found a magic notebook behind the counter and handed it to Ciel. Its surface was pure red and had some subtle lines. It looked serious, like a piece of Hogwarts school history.

Charles took the notebook, pulled it hard, and tore it into two halves. Then, he wrote the text in one half, and sure enough, it quickly appeared on the other half.

"How much."

"Ten Galleons."

"Where's my sword."

Laken pondered for a moment.

"Ten Galleons."

"Mithril is rare, but it doesn't extract much mithril at all."

"I know."

As Laken's eyes widened, Ciel took out two more long swords from his backpack and slapped them on the table.

"So, do you have a couple's magic notebook here?"

he asked.

"Couple model"

Laken frowned, his old face seemed to be filled with rigidity, stubbornness, useless decorations, and meaningless bells and whistles.

But then, his expression changed, and he pointed his finger at Ciel with a smile.

"You young people..."

he said with a smile.

"I just like these fancy things... I've never liked them."

"But you're lucky. I just made a batch not long ago and planned to sell them when school starts. I still have some left."

With that said, he rummaged behind the counter again and quickly took out a two-way communication magic notebook. Its cover looked much better than the previous one.

Ciel took it and took a look.

The cover of the notebook has a starry sky as the background, dotted with some random things, but overall it's not bad, and the aesthetic is not as old-fashioned as the alchemist's age.

"very good."

Charles nodded.

Laken touched his chin proudly. Every alchemist doesn't like others to praise his work. In addition to making money when they open a store, they naturally want more people to recognize themselves.

Then, Ciel continued.

"Give me ten... no, twenty couple's editions."

Laken:...

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