Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 90 Sir, do you want a Gryffindor sword figure? (Seeking the first order, the fifth update~)

Finish the wine in your hand.

Flitwick led Harry to Raignac's blacksmith shop.

Go out of the village to an abandoned hut next to the cemetery.

There is a wooden sign next to the hut.

"This place is dangerous, no entry." Next to the text, there is a picture of a hound.

Flitwick took out his wand and tapped the hound's head lightly: "Filius Flitwick and Mr. Harry Potter are going to visit Raignac's workshop."

The hound wagged its tail.

The magic power fluctuated slightly, and a door appeared out of thin air behind the sign.

Flitwick pushed the door open and walked in with him.

"Legnac, you should explain this sum of money!" A goblin held the ledger, domineering.

"Eleven Sickles, just eleven Sickles!" Legnac pinched his waist and glared at the goblin in front of him, "Hey, don't forget, you're a goblin too."

The goblin straightened her waist and looked proud: "Hey, I'm not an ordinary goblin."

"I am now a clerk for the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Magical Beast Management and Control, the Goblin Liaison Office, the Rebellion Goblin Disposal Office, and the Ragnac Special Clerk. I enjoy a monthly salary of eleven Galleons from the Ministry of Magic!"

Legnac stared at it viciously: "You shameless scum, how dare you, how dare you say those few words!"

"Rebellion goblin disposal office?" The goblin tilted his head, a little puzzled.

Harry clarified for him: "It says the Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Creatures."

The goblin nodded indifferently.

Raignac cast his fierce eyes on Harry again: "It's him, not it!"

"Now how much does it cost for Raignac to make the weapon?" Harry ignored it and looked at the other elf.

The clerk moved his ears: "See what weapons you need."

"Gryffindor swords of the same style as Harry Potter, twenty Galleons each."

"If you want the Dustproof Curse, you need to add five Galleons, and if you want to add gems, you have to add another ten Galleons..."

What kind of strange business is this...?

Legnac looked unhappy.

Harry was taken aback, and interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "I am Harry Potter."

The clerk raised his head, his eyes were hot: "You are Harry Potter? Is that Gryffindor sword in your hand? I wonder if I have the honor..."

"I can provide the main materials, a pair of leather armor and a bone sword." Harry interrupted him again, "How much will it cost?"

The clerk quickly replied, "If it's an apprentice-level craft, one Galleon processing fee is required."

"The specialization level is five Galleons."

"Master level is ten Galleons."

Harry nodded, "I want the best."

The clerk added: "Of course, you also need to bear the cost of the auxiliary materials used in the construction process."

"But don't worry!"

"Lignac's special clerk, the goblin Hawk, will supervise him for you, and promise not to let him have any acts of hiding, stealing, or embezzling."

Ragnac snorted and turned his head away: "Hey, this little human wizard, I remember you only let me wear a pair of leather armor last year."

"Even if it's just a giant monster's skin, but my craftsmanship is very good, it's impossible for a year..."

Harry waved his wand.

The robe slipped away, revealing the leather armor underneath.

Potholes and weather-beaten.

Traces of corrosion, burning, and heavy blows are clearly visible.

"The actual combat training at Hogwarts is so ruthless?" Raignac was startled, and turned to look at Flitwick, but he couldn't see any expression on the face of this human elf.

Harry nodded: "This year's second-year graduation assessment is to kill a basilisk."

"Basilisk?" Legnac raised his voice, "That's a 5X-level dangerous creature. A second-year wizard can..."

Flitwick raised his hand and pushed Harry's thigh: "Stop teasing him, Raignac's brain is not working, he will take it seriously."

"Flitwick!" Raignac gritted his teeth, snorted, and continued, "I've thought about it for a long time, even the best goblin back then couldn't kill a basilisk when he was underage, let alone a little human wizard ?”

"Forget it, if you don't want to say it, I won't pursue it."

"What are you going to use for leather armor this time, or giant monsters..."

Harry interrupted him: "Use the basilisk skin."

Raignac waved his hand: "Don't lie to me again, little wizard, it's useless..."

Harry waved his wand.

The suitcase flew over and landed in front of Raignac's eyes. He opened it with a bang, revealing the contents inside—the whole neatly folded basilisk skin.

A basilisk spine more than one meter long, and a basilisk fang with a cold luster.

"Snake...basilisk?" Raignac's voice trembled. "The width of the skin and the length of the teeth are at least 500 years old. You, where did you get it?"

"Kill it." Harry replied simply.

Raignac looked at Flitwick, saw him nodding, and his eyes became more frightened: "Flitwick, you can't fool me, you humans are too cunning."

"But not from my great Ragnac."

Harry waved his wand, snapped the box shut: "How much material do I need?"

"Five meters, no, no, eight meters, I want eight meters for the basilisk skin." Legnac grabbed his fingers and became excited. "That one spine is not enough, and I have to get another one."

"Where's the basilisk eyes?"

"That's the most important material..."

"Lord Potter." The clerk Hawk interjected, "What kind of leather armor do you want to build?"

"Body armor, leg armor, gloves, shoes." Harry described, "The sword should be two-handed."

Hawke nodded, snapped his fingers, and the parchment and quill pen flew over and recorded it automatically: "The snake skin is only three meters long enough."

His words were cold and ruthless, piercing Raignac's fantasy.

"Hawk!" The old goblin gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

Hawke proudly puffed out his chest: "I have to be responsible for the wizard, I can't let you ruin the reputation of the goblin, we only do the most fair business."

"If you fight with a two-handed sword, that one spine is more than enough, and there may even be some left over."

"I will supervise and grind the remaining snake bones into powder and send them to you."

Speaking of this, he paused: "May I ask, where did you live recently, Sir Potter?"

"Stay at my house." Flitwick replied.

Hawk frowned, a little disgusted: "Oh, Lord Potter would actually live in the home of a half-goblin like you? Well, you are indeed a qualified professor for wizards."

"I will check the auxiliary materials needed in the follow-up, and make a list and send them to you for review."

Raignac didn't dare to speak, picked up the hammer, picked up a piece of pig iron, and beat it hard.

Wait until you get out of the blacksmith shop.

Harry turned around: "It's incredible."

Flitwick nodded in agreement: "Yes, but there are many goblins like Hawke. They are called house elves without a master."

"I'm talking about imitating the sword of Gryffindor. According to him, people who come here seem to be buying this." Harry shook his head, his tone confused.

(End of this chapter)