Chapter 131 Set the shop on fire!

A few days later, Hagrid arrived.

Hagrid asked: "Why did you buy the Leaky Cauldron?" He thought Harry was fooling around and hoped to dispel his idea.

Harry said: "Do you know why adults beat children when it rains?"

Hagrid was confused. Is there any necessary connection between adults hitting children and the weather?

Harry hated the iron and said: "Because being idle is also idle."

"It won't do me any good to keep my money in Gringotts. It'll just rust. It's better to take it out and play with it."

Harry felt that the elves in Gringotts were so stupid.

Gringotts is not a bank, it can only be regarded as a safe.

They would not use wizards' money to invest, and naturally there would be no interest. Otherwise, they would have become the richest people long ago.

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It is true that Harry did not put making money first, he just wanted the money to reflect the role of money.

Otherwise, if you don’t spend your money, is it still money? What’s the difference between you and a pauper?

It’s the same as Jin Yi’s Night Walk.

"Besides, this is my shop, and you can always drink the wine here for free," Harry said.

Therefore, Hagrid felt that Harry's idea was simply perfect.

Wow, endless drinking, isn’t this my lifelong ideal as a salted fish?

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Harry and Old Tom came to Gringotts together.

With such a large transaction, the two of them would not just stupidly let Harry take out a few sacks of gold galleons, and then Old Tom stupidly carry it around on the street.

I want to be robbed so much!

Therefore, Harry can just transfer the money to Old Tom in Gringotts, and Gringotts will naturally have his bank account.

Gringotts is the only wizarding bank in the wizarding world.

After almost every wizard is born, his parents will open an account for him in Gringotts, regardless of whether there is any money in it.

Old Tom solved his problem and was naturally happy.

He transferred the ownership of the store to Harry with a smile. Harry signed his name and the contract took effect immediately.

Harry's spirit was shaken. From then on, he was also a man who owned real estate.

As a Chinese, two factors, house and home, have a great impact on a person.

He had lived in Cousin Dudley's house for 11 years, but he didn't feel like he had blended in. He seemed to be floating on the clouds.

The unfavorable attitude of the three of them towards Harry was certainly one of the reasons.

But more importantly, Harry had no memory of the house.

Now, that little shabby Leaky Cauldron was his, and it would only belong to him forever.

It seemed like I was suddenly on solid ground.

To give a bad example, if Harry became a beggar, at least he could huddle in the corner of that room and hide from the wind and rain.

Harry flicked the parchment with his fingers. He was so happy to have a big meal!

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The Leaky Cauldron.

After Old Tom introduced the construction company to Harry, he took his belongings and left easily.

Harry turned around the Broken Ax Bar carefully, not missing every floor.

Then I felt toothache.

What he originally wanted was to expand, at least without demolishing the walls, floors, or roof.

However, after looking at the layout of the bar, he found that if it was just decoration, he would never be able to achieve his ideal bar appearance.

Nowadays, the Leaky Cauldron is small, dirty, messy and ugly.

No wonder Old Tom sold it so cheaply, it was a shabby house.

It's just that the legendary name of the Leaky Cauldron makes it somewhat unique, but it still cannot conceal its essence - a beggar's den.

Harry very much wondered why he didn't feel that much when he lived here last year.

Did you live in the best room?

Harry stepped on the creaking, rotten wooden floor. The floor was sticky and black, as if it had been filled with chewing gum and had been stepped on for decades.

The smell of rot is like a piece of wood that has been left in a damp forest for a long time and has been built into a nest by rats.

No wonder no one is staying in the rooms upstairs. No wonder no one is eating except some old men and women sitting at the dirty tables on the first floor talking and drinking a glass of wine.

Only an idiot would come to such a bad bar and hotel.

I'm afraid there hasn't been any change here since the Leaky Cauldron was built hundreds of years ago.

Harry walked downstairs with a gloomy face.

A fat man looked at Harry worriedly. He was the head of the Magic Decoration Company, um, the contractor.

Harry looked bad. Could it be that this business was about to go bankrupt?

Harry said: "The Broken Ax pub will not be refurbished."

The fat man sighed, it was too hard to find a job, and there were still more than a dozen people waiting for him to eat.

Harry continued: "I'm going to knock this place down and rebuild it, and build a new Leaky Cauldron."

The fat man's eyes lit up.

Harry ignored him and said to himself: "It's at least ten times bigger than this."

The fat man was very happy. This was a big project.

I guess I can make a lot of money.

"Can you do this space expansion?" Harry asked.

The fat man patted his chest: "Our company consultant is an old magic engineer with a third-level space construction qualification certificate. He is more than enough to do this."

Sure enough, magic is easy to do things that Muggles can't even imagine.

"Okay, let's take action." Harry nodded.

The fat man asked carefully: "What to do?"

Harry glared: "Of course you set a fire, you want me to teach you."

"Set fire? You mean the Leaky Cauldron?" The fat man swallowed.

Harry didn't want to slowly demolish the house anymore. He had already given the Leaky Cauldron a death sentence.

Just set it on fire.

Harry really didn't want to see this bar that had no gold at all and was full of trash.

The fat foreman said: "Yes, yes, I have an 'arson license' issued by the Ministry of Magic."

So a few wizards started to light fires with their magic wands. They lit a cluster here and a cluster there, and soon they blossomed all over the place.

Harry frowned hard because there was a wizard who was so stupid that he could summon a ball of fire by chanting the spell three times. He was simply inferior to a first-year student at Hogwarts.

Hagrid explained: "Not all wizards will go to magic schools. Maybe their talents are average or even terrible, such as squibs. The magic school will not even send them admission notices, or maybe their families have no money and cannot afford the tuition.

, so these wizards can only learn magic in some small private cram schools, or borrow books from bookstores and learn magic on their own."

Harry didn't expect this, and it made him realize a misconception of his. He had always thought that wizards learned magic in magic schools.

In this way, prestigious schools such as Hogwarts are equivalent to going abroad for further study. A wizard who has not entered a magic school for 7 years is equivalent to only attending elementary school and then dropping out.

Those who graduate from famous magic schools can later work in good careers such as potion masters, historians, alchemists (scientists), Aurors (police), and the Ministry of Magic (civil servants).

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Chapter completed!