The Ancient Greengrass Family

Chapter 11 The Ancient Greengrass Family

This first prop surprised Mr. Bokin.

He immediately recognized that the bracelet was made from the bone of some kind of animal, but he never expected it to be the skull of a fairy. Judging from the size of the beads, one fairy would only be enough to make one bead, but this bracelet had a full thirteen beads! This meant that at least thirteen fairies would have to be hunted to make such a bracelet.

This bracelet would be impossible to make nowadays. Putting aside the difficulty of hunting fairies, the pressure from public opinion alone would ruin everything. This isn't the Middle Ages anymore. Although there isn't an atmosphere of "fairies are precious" anymore, the Ministry of Magic still prohibits wizards from hunting fairies.

Although the bracelet Rice presented was very valuable, Mr. Bokin couldn't just keep praising it; otherwise, how could he negotiate a lower price? How could he make money if he didn't negotiate a lower price? After all, he ran a "shady" shop.

After a moment of silence, he devised a reason to lower the price: "Acquiring this bracelet would be a huge risk for me... After all, it was made with the help of thirteen fairies, and there aren't many people who have the confidence to buy this piece."

In the current magical world, there are very few people who are good at blacksmithing—fairies still forge things often, but this item obviously can't be sold to them, so its special effects can only be described as better than nothing. Moreover, the resentment attached to this type of item is probably quite strong.

How about ten Galleons?

After pointing out a whole bunch of flaws in the bracelet, Mr. Bojin looked pained, slammed his hand on the table, and quoted an astonishing price in a tone that said, "You got a great deal."

Upon hearing the price, Lupert's delicate eyebrows shot up immediately. Before she could react, Rice stated her own price range.

"130 Galleons, not even one Nat less and it's out of the question."

"This is difficult—"

Rice immediately made a gesture as if to put the box away.

"Wait a minute, I'm not making money on this deal. Let's just consider this a friendship." Mr. Bokin displayed an agility beyond his years, grabbing the small box and, with a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, pulling out a bag of Galleons.

Rice chuckled, which was taken as approval of the deal.

Judging from Mr. Bokin's actions, he admitted that he had quoted too low a price and felt that he could have raised it if he had tried harder.

Just as Rice was about to introduce his other two magical items, Mr. Bogin cleared his throat.

"By the way, are those people outside your friends?"

"Oh?" Rice raised an eyebrow, while Lupert instinctively gripped the wand in his arms.

"They've been loitering outside for ages, like little kids outside a candy store," Mr. Bogin grinned at Rice, revealing his crooked teeth. "If you two need to, you can leave through my shop's Filo network. I still have some influence in Knockout Alley, and even the most arrogant fellow wouldn't dare cause trouble here."

Mr. Bokin had already noticed that the boy in front of him, though young, actually held the dominant position in the relationship between the two, so he switched his conversation with the boy.

Rice shook his head, not taking these people seriously.

The wandering wizards outside the door were unaware that their movements had been discovered. They even sent someone to pose as a customer to monitor Rice's activities.

Rice acted as if he hadn't seen anything and went on to explain the effects of the other two magical items.

The burning pale yellow candle has a calming effect, allowing one to drift into a sweet dream and soothe the restlessness of the soul.

The seed is the seed of an extremely rare plant called the "Dispelling Curse Fruit." Planting the seed in the soil and cultivating it with dragon manure fertilizer will produce the Dispelling Curse Fruit. Swallowing the fruit whole will allow it to absorb the disease or curse from the body, and the patient will recover after the fruit is expelled.

However, before they could even discuss the price, their conversation was interrupted once again—an elaborately decorated carriage stopped outside the shop, its doors adorned with a coat of arms that looked very familiar to Rice, inlaid with gold and silver threads and various gemstones.

The coat of arms consists of five parts. At the very center, the largest and most prominent element is a snake coiled into the shape of the letter "G." Encircling the snake are four smaller symbols: a fiery red wing in the upper left corner, a blue teardrop in the upper right, a sheaf of golden wheat in the lower left, and a string of green oak leaves in the lower right. The entire coat of arms is surrounded by a complex silver border, upon which the Greengrass family motto is written in cursive script: Survival, Liberty, Abundance, Purity.

"Greengrass, a true pure-blood family from Greenlands," Rice thought to himself, feeling quite pleased.

He was truly shocked by that junior from the Macmillan family. How could he have imagined a thousand years ago that the Macmillan family would dare to call themselves "pure-blood saints"? He remembered clearly that if it weren't for Hufflepuff's kindness, the Macmillan family's ancestors wouldn't even have been qualified to attend Hogwarts.

Life is truly unpredictable.

The carriage doors slid slowly to the sides, and a small silver ladder extended out from inside the carriage and landed on the ground.

Two girls with silver hair, fair skin, and dressed like exquisite porcelain dolls stepped out of the carriage, accompanied by a well-dressed middle-aged man.

"By Merlin, it's Mr. Greengrass! I'm sorry, I need to..." Mr. Borgin's face showed a perfectly timed apologetic smile.

"You two talk first." Rice showed remarkable patience when facing the descendants of the Greengrass family.

"Mr. Henry, it's a pleasure to see you again. Your presence is a great honor to our humble shop—how ​​can I help you?"

"The same as always." The middle-aged man named Henry glanced at the other customers in the store, his gaze settling on Rice and the three open boxes on the counter.

"Would you two like to chat first?"

"Uh..." Mr. Bokin hesitated for a moment. Buying goods in front of other customers was obviously not a good idea.

Moreover, Henry's words just now served as a reminder to him, making him realize that the two remaining magical items in Rice's possession seemed to be very valuable.

Greed is in the nature of businessmen, and Mr. Bokin is no exception.

He immediately started thinking about how to make a profit from it, but he soon realized that he had no chance of making money from it.

Mr. Greengrass saw those two items and then put them up for sale a little while later. How could he not realize that he was making a huge profit off the difference?

Do you really think people are stupid?

Even if Henry swallowed his anger for the sake of his daughter's illness, he would certainly lose this generous patron.

In a flash, Mr. Bokin made up his mind: this deal wouldn't be profitable, because Mr. Greengrass's friendship was above all else.

(End of this chapter)