Chapter 138 The Meaning of Nether Energy

Chapter 138 The meaning of nether energy

And now, George is using the magic world's greatest innovation in the past thousand years, the greatest discovery. The most cutting-edge and core power "nether energy" does a very cheap thing.

He was using psionic energy to copy a best-selling novel in the Muggle world, and not only was he doing it, but Kate, who was with him, had to be her coolie. She was also forced to learn to master nether energy and was forced to complete a ghost novel.

"What we do now is to make ghost books, and then make them into adventure novels?" Kate's eyes were full of incredible, she thought a lot, and thought that George would take her as a coolie.

She had organized notes for George for a long time, organized various materials, and organized various books.

She also helped George with suggestions for the improvement of the spell, and discussed the ideas of the development of the spell together. She has tutored students at mutual aid, and she has helped Harry train them.

But she still never expected that George would let her learn to write ghost adventure novels this time.

"What's the point of that?" She really had a sense of powerlessness now that railguns hit mosquitoes or kill ants with a life-threatening curse.

"Such a major discovery of ghosting, shouldn't we continue to study it? Shouldn't we look for similar magic spells? Shouldn't we develop more applications?"

"How did it suddenly change to writing adventure novels, writing **** novels, what style of painting is this, what is this section ∈ Chang ∈ Feng ∈ Wen ∈ Xue, w◇ww.c≌fwx.n★et play? What the hell?"

With an expression of hatred for iron and steel, George scolded Kate, "So you are still not at home, and you don't know the importance of money. What you said is very important. But these are not things that can be done in a few months, If there is any invention or creation, you should ask the first time. What can it be exchanged for, and where can it make money.”

Kate still asked in confusion, "What kind of money are you going to make from the ghosts, they don't even have a spare dress."

"As a qualified businessman, when geese fly over, they have to pluck a few hairs off. Ghosts have no money, so they can trade news and inquire about news. Anyway, the most valuable thing for them is time." George said decisively, he is the most valuable now. The lack of time, and then the lack of useful news.

He hung up the acquisition task in Knockturn Alley for a long time, and there was no news at all. It can only be said that the magical world is indeed a world where money cannot buy good things.

Wizards don't play luxuries, are monogamous, and don't compete. Don't buy sports cars, don't buy yachts,

Prices in the key wizarding world are still ridiculously low.

Just like the Weasleys of the past, terribly poor and able to feed their seven children to Hogwarts. People like Hagrid can support themselves by finding a vegetable patch and a forest.

Under this circumstance, the really better things will not even be seen in the market. The economic development of the wizarding world and the gold worship index are far from satisfying a local tyrant who wants to spend money to buy good things. He had given up on buying good things with money in the wizarding world.

In this case, there is a group of people who have nothing to live with, and their time has no value at all. But what they want, only George can make.

In this case, how can they be worthy of George's reputation as a profiteer without squeezing them to death. Although they were already dead, how could George be satisfied if he didn't use this to find out where the ten eight phoenixes were going.

On Saturday morning, after Malfoy got up, he moved his body and ate a happy meal.

He also took snake blood and spent a little time meditating to adjust his state. It wasn't until he felt that he was full of energy and was at his best that he left the dormitory with a relaxed face.

Today is a Quidditch match with Gryffindor, and the stupid Potter is about to be beaten down by him. This is a result that has not been achieved in many previous encounters. Thinking of this, Malfoy felt his blood boil, and the calmness brought by the meditation just now was slowly dissipated.

He made a lot of preparations for today's event. Not only last year, but also have a good relationship with the players of the team. In the summer vacation, he also obtained the approval of his father Lucius with practical actions, and only then added seven Nimbus 2001 to Slytherin at the beginning of school.

It's all for today, and now he's going to start reaping the rewards. He successfully turned the Quidditch match into a duel between him and Harry, and he was already 100% sure.

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly flashed with amazing fierceness, just like the eyes of an eagle.

He wears a neatly fitted Slytherin uniform, which has been specially handcrafted by a tailor, with all the details perfectly fitting his figure, allowing him to move with the greatest ease and ease. And because he is in the developmental period, such a completely close-fitting clothes will be replaced every two months and re-sewed to avoid the slightest ill-fitting of the clothes.

In Slytherin's lounge, the teammates are very relaxed, they know their strength, and they have the confidence to match their strength.

In their view, what they consider is not winning or losing at all, but how to win wonderfully and how to win beautifully.

Flint started the pre-game encouragement, he was big and looked like a troll. If someone despised him because of this, he would only be very happy and leave the most humiliating memory for the opponent after winning. Not only is he not stupid, he can even say that his brains and cunning are not inferior to any wizard.

"We have to deal with the tortoise in Gryffindor today." Flint smiled slyly, "It's not bad to be able to scare the self-proclaimed stupid lion into a tortoise."

The Slytherin players burst into laughter, and the whole team was filled with a relaxed and happy atmosphere.

"The tortoise may be able to fight the lion, but the tortoise can't resist the poisonous snake. Their tortoise shell is full of holes in the face of us." Flint has already made arrangements, "try to start from the opposing female players."

The Slytherin members snickered viciously, their eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

"I won't say come on, I will win and beat them." Flint straightened his face, "What I want to say is, run over, we have no opponents in our eyes, we only see victory, fun, overpowering victory."

"Crush, crush." ​​Slytherin players never lack the desire to win, they will do anything to win.

Flint turned his head to Malfoy. "Malfoy, your job is to drag Potter first and not let him catch the Snitch. We can play slowly and win a few hundred points, but if we can't, Then catch the Snitch immediately before him."

"He won't have any chance." Malfoy smirked and thought to himself, "It seems like a good idea to win a few hundred points."

(To be continued.)