Chapter 90 Sir, would you like a Gryffindor Sword figurine? (First order please, fifth update~)

Finish the wine in your hand.

Flitwick took Harry and walked to Legnac's blacksmith shop.

Walk out of the village and go to an abandoned hut next to the cemetery.

There is a wooden sign next to the hut.

"This place is dangerous and entry is prohibited." Next to the text, there is a picture of a hound.

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

The hound wagged its tail.

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

Flitwick led him through the door and walked in.

It is pitted and weather-beaten.

His words were cold and ruthless, shattering Legnac's illusions.

"Legnac's special clerk, Fairy Hawke, will supervise him for you and ensure that he will not engage in any hiding, theft, or corruption."

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

"Even if it's just a giant monster skin, my craftsmanship is very good. It can't be a year..."

Harry waved his wand.

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

"Forget it, if you don't want to tell me, I won't ask further questions."

"Snake... basilisk?" Legnac's voice trembled, "The width of this skin and the length of its teeth are at least five hundred years old. Where did you get them?"

The suitcase flew over and landed in front of Legnac's eyes. It opened with a bang, revealing the contents inside - a neatly folded basilisk skin.

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

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

"If you want a dust-proof spell, you have to add five more galleons, and if you want to add gems, you have to add ten more galleons..."

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

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

"Hogwarts' current combat training is so harsh?" Legnac was startled and turned to look at Flitwick, but he couldn't see any expression on the human elf's face.

"I will check the supporting materials needed in the future one by one, make a list and send it to you for review."

Hawke nodded, snapped his fingers, parchment and quill flew out, and automatically recorded: "The snake skin only needs three meters."

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

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

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

Harry nodded: "I want the best."

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

Having said this, he paused: "I would like to ask, Mr. Potter, where have you been living recently?"

"Stay at my house," Flitwick answered.

"How much does it cost to have Legnac build a weapon now?" Harry ignored it and looked at the other goblin.

"If you want to use a two-handed sword, the spine is more than enough, and there may even be some left."

"Specialization level is five galleons."

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

Harry waved his wand.

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

"That is the most important material..."

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

"Legnac, you should explain this amount of money!" A goblin held the account book and was domineering.

Harry explained for him: "It says the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

The clerk raised his head with hot eyes: "Are you Harry Potter? Is that Gryffindor sword in your hand? I wonder if I have this honor..."

Legnac looked unhappy.

Hawk puffed out his chest proudly: "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."

"The master level is ten galleons."

"The same Gryffindor sword as Harry Potter, twenty galleons each."

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

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

The goblin nodded indifferently.

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

"Sir Potter." Clerk Hawke interrupted, "What kind of leather armor do you want to make?"

The clerk added: "Of course, you will also need to bear the cost of the auxiliary materials needed during the building process."

The clerk replied neatly: "If it is an apprentice-level craft, there will be a processing fee of one Galleons."

Legnac cast a fierce look at Harry again: "It's him, not it!"

Harry was stunned and waved his hand to interrupt him: "I am Harry Potter."

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

What kind of weird business is this?

"Five meters, no no no, eight meters. I want eight meters of basilisk skin." Legnac twitched his fingers and became excited, "That one spine is not enough, I need another one."

Harry waved his wand and closed the box with a snap: "How many materials are needed?"

Legnac didn't dare to speak, so he picked up a hammer, picked up a piece of pig iron, and started beating it hard.

Harry interrupted: "Use basilisk skin."

"Rebel Goblin Disposal Office?" The goblin tilted his head, somewhat confused.

"Flitwick!" Legnac gritted his teeth, snorted, and continued, "I have long thought that even the best goblin could not kill a basilisk when he was a minor, let alone a young human wizard.

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"Where are the basilisk eyes?"

"But don't worry!"

"Killed." Harry answered simply.

"But I cannot hide it from my great Legnarc."

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

The robe slipped away from his body, revealing the leather armor underneath.

The clerk's ears twitched: "Let's see what weapons you need."

Wait until you get out of the blacksmith shop.

Harry looked back: "It's incredible."

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

"I mean the imitation Gryffindor sword. From what he said, everyone who comes here seems to be buying this." Harry shook his head with a confused tone.
Chapter completed!