Chapter 77: No Lie, Don't Waste Your Coins on the Transition Chapter, It Is Recommended to Skip

Chapter 77 Don’t lie, don’t waste your coins in the transitional chapter, I suggest you jump to Goblet of Fire (2-in-1)

It was hard to tell whether it was because wizards couldn't stand the slow owl postman, but Grete received four reminder messages in one week.

In order to ensure continuous supply, the price of mobile phones was once raised from fifty gold galleons to two hundred galleons, but even so, demand still exceeded supply.

The shops in Diagon Alley are bustling with people from morning to night, leaving little time to stop and rest.

They say you have to be famous early. Last time, Gretel became the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin. Gretel has already gained a lot of fame in the British magical world.

With the release of mobile phones, Gretel once again entered the public eye.

Various publications all praised Gretel as the founder of a new era. His inventions made the civilization of wizards take a big step forward.

This simmering spectacle lasted until an article was published in the magazine "Wizard's War" and it came to an abrupt end.

"McGarrett, this hateful plagiarist, will lead the wizard to the abyss."

This article does not hide its disgust towards Gretel, a Muggle-born wizard.

Wizards' War is a well-known anti-Muggle magazine and is popular among wizards who respect pure-blood ideals.

During the period when the Dark Lord was raging, the Wizarding War was the main public opinion position for the Death Eaters.

The article mentioned that Gretel plagiarized technology from Muggles, and also focused on the history of the development of mobile phones in the Muggle world.

At the end, the article also made alarmist predictions that Gretel, a Muggle-born wizard, had evil intentions.

He just wanted to use this kind of shameful trick to assimilate the wizards, so that everyone would be paralyzed by the new technology, and finally kill all the wizards in one fell swoop.

Faced with this accusation, Gretel laughed out loud. It seemed that he was doing the right thing. In order to refute him, even the anti-Muggle pioneer War of Wizards magazine was forced to understand Muggles.

In fact, even if the Wizarding War didn't pop up, Grete himself would anonymously submit articles to major newspapers and periodicals to make the stagnant wizarding world boil.

Only when there is excitement can there be topics. Only with topics can the new thing of mobile phones break out of England, break out of Europe, and rush to the whole world.

A world of stagnant water is never conducive to the spread of new things.

If Gretel, an outsider, had not appeared in the wizarding world, and if it developed for another hundred or thousand years, wizards would not necessarily be willing to cast their sights on Muggles.

As the Wizarding War launched the first shot against Gretel's monopoly, the British wizarding world seemed to have suddenly awakened, and anti-Grettor winds arose everywhere.

Not only that, every few days, a store will appear, claiming to be the inventor of mobile phones, and launching the mobile phones they made.

In Gretel's team, starting from the veterans like Penelo to the new members, everyone is in panic.

Of course Gretel knew why.

After the holidays, in order to free this core group from the heavy hoarding work, Grete hired a lot of assembly line workers.

Many of them were children of various families, and Penello strongly requested that after signing a contract with them, he would teach them how to assemble the configuration.

In the end, Gretel refused.

For this reason, Penello was sulky for a long time and almost earned herself the title of a cold-faced witch.

Until February 19, Penello smiled at others for the first time in a long time.

February 19, 1993 was a Friday. Since the morning, Grete had been keenly aware that something was going to happen today.

Whether it was Terry's roommates or the seniors he knew well, the first time he saw Gretel was to give him a big hug.

Even in Professor Flitwick's Charms class, he was taught the Fireworks Charm that Principal Dumbledore once cast in the auditorium.

However, this lesson has been learned in the previous school year. The next lesson after learning the Fluorescent Spell is the Fireworks Spell, an advanced version of the Fluorescent Spell, which can form the pattern you want according to the wizard's will.

Gretel raised his question in class, but the professor's answer to him was that you should review what you have learned from time to time, otherwise it would be very embarrassing to find out that you don't know it when you need it urgently.

Gretel was confused when he heard this. He really couldn't think of any urgent need for the fireworks spell, and there was no celebration this month.

Valentine's Day has passed long ago, and the two lovers have already mixed together.

Until after dinner, Gretel rushed to the Room of Requirement speechlessly amid the strange looks in the eyes of a group of people.

No matter which grade, there are usually no classes on Friday night, so the meeting of Gretel Team is usually held at this time.

Everyone gathered around a round table to communicate with each other about the problems they encountered this week, and finally handed over the issues that everyone was undecided to to Gretel for him to make a decision.

However, on this strange Friday, when Gretel went to the conference room of the Room of Requirement as scheduled, he found that there was no one at the huge round table.

Not only that, a note was left on the table, which said that after a vote by everyone in the team, tonight's meeting was cancelled.

As soon as he saw the handwriting, Grete knew that this matter had something to do with Penello.

Sure enough, when he turned around and walked out the door, a gust of fragrant wind filled his nose, and Penello appeared in front of him with a smile on his face.

He also held a black eyepatch with gold patterns in his hand.

Took out the wand and tapped Grett lightly.

The wizard robe that was almost dragging on the ground turned into a decent dress, and the light and practical dragon leather boots on his feet also became dark and shiny.

The school badge on his chest was dotted with streamers, and a silk scarf that seemed to be dyed in the Milky Way was stuffed into his chest pocket.

? ? ?

Grett looked at Penelope in confusion.

If her clothes did not match his, he would have thought that this senior sister who had been with him for a long time wanted to force him to get married.

"Put it on." Penelope did not explain, but just stuffed the blindfold into Grett's hand.

Grett recalled the strange things he had encountered today and shrugged. It seemed that he was tricked.

Since he had nothing to do today, he might as well play with them and see what they wanted to do.

After putting on the blindfold, it was pitch black in front of his eyes. Grett took out the wand and motioned Penelope to take him away with the wand.

A soft and warm hand grasped his hand. Somehow, Gret didn't get nervous yet, but the hand holding his began to sweat slightly.

"She should be afraid that the prank will fail. She has worked so hard for so long, so she should cooperate later." Gret thought as he walked.

He had walked this road countless times. Even with his eyes blindfolded, Gret was still keenly aware that the place they arrived at was a restaurant.

However, the fragrance of flowers in the air made Gret's nose itch.

Finally, a gust of wind blew, and Penelope's hair scratched his nose, and a deafening sneeze echoed in the restaurant.

Lily, rose, lavender, iris, kapok, mandrake, phoenix tail...

As a potion master, Gret could identify dozens of flowers just by nose, and many of them could even be used to make advanced potions.

Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that we can't give them too much dividends. It's too wasteful to give them one by one, Gret secretly complained in his heart.

Suddenly, a strange fragrance made Gret tense up.

He smelled something, wheat grains, which were just ripe and exuded the aroma of mature grains.

He suddenly became a little nervous. Wheat grains usually only appear in one place, that is, the wedding scene of the newlyweds.

Thinking of this, Gret pulled off the blindfold on his nose.

Terry, this guy, was shaking a handful of wheat grains next to his head.

"See, I told you, Gret will be fooled..."

Fireworks followed the magic wands of this group of people straight into the sky, mixed with Gret's head portrait and a sentence of happy birthday.

Penelo held a bouquet of flowers and sent it to Gret, leaning close to his ear and whispering, "Happy birthday, Chief Gret!"

After a generous hug, Penelo withdrew, and immediately Seni rushed up with a group of people, lifted Gret up and threw him into the air.

To be honest, it's no wonder that Grete doesn't remember his birthday. With the conditions of St. Mary's Orphanage, it's hard to celebrate birthdays for every child, or even for a group of children.

So Grete hasn't celebrated his birthday since he came to this world.

At most, he would find an extra fried egg or meat in his bowl during lunch on February 19th every year.

But he never ate the meat. It was hard for him not to share the delicious food with the little girls younger than him when they looked at him eagerly.

As for wheat, when Grete had a chat with Terry in the dormitory, he said that his favorite smell was a mixture of wheat and flowers.

The smell of wheat and flowers meant that there was a newlywed couple getting married, and the children in the orphanage had meat to satisfy their cravings.

A cake bigger than a person is the dream of all the children in the orphanage since childhood.

During the Christmas holiday this year, he ordered one for the eager children, and Mrs. Swan complained that it was a waste of money.

Mrs. Swann had no idea that with Gret's current wealth, he could easily afford to feed the orphanage even if they had to eat meat and fish every day.

But after all, these children will be adopted by others in the future, and too good living conditions will cause great trouble to the adopters in the future.

So it is enough to ensure that they have enough food and clothing and sufficient nutrition.

However, unlike the Muggle cake he ordered for the children in the orphanage, the Hogwarts Castle cake in front of him has a very wonderful magical atmosphere.

The Black Lake is filled with rich and fragrant cocoa sauce, and the big squid made of dark chocolate is lazily leaning on the shore.

The fine candy fireworks above the castle are like perpetual motion machines, jumping into the sky, and then happily breaking into meteors and sticking to the crispy crust on the surface of the castle.

Passing through the movable gate, you can see the lifelike armored guards in the castle, carrying weapons to guard the cake Hogwarts under them.

The birthday candles representing age are cleverly made into magic torches that never go out on the walls of the castle.

After everyone put Gret down and stepped on the solid ground.

From Seni to Terry, and then to Cedric, a group of people came up to him and gave him a big hug, and everyone gave him blessings.

"From now on, we will accompany you on your birthday every year."

Gret's nose was a little sour, and he sniffed and didn't say anything.

Until the dean Professor Flitwick approached.

Professor Flitwick was a little short, and Gret didn't see him when he walked in front of him.

Professor Flitwick had no choice but to draw out his wand and point at him.

Grete burst into tears, "Professor, what kind of spell did you cast? It hurts so much."

She leaned down and lay on Professor Flitwick's shoulder.

Professor Flitwick had a dark face, and finally shook his head helplessly, taking the blame.

Since coming to this world, Grete felt like a passing traveler.

Mrs. Swan gave him family affection, and now this group of people gave him friendship.

If Penelope hadn't found out the news, none of them would know that Grete had never celebrated his birthday since he was a child.

You know, even Ron Weasley, whose family conditions were relatively tight, would get a sweater or scarf knitted by Mrs. Weasley every year on his birthday.

There would also be a small, but delicate enough cake to celebrate his birthday.

So when Penelope told them the news of celebrating Grete's birthday.

Everyone was excited to give suggestions, saying that they wanted to give Grete a memorable birthday surprise.

The idea of ​​playing a prank on Gret was proposed by Terry, his roommate who lived with him day and night. God knows how Terry, a carefree and unlucky child, came up with such a strange idea.

However, no one stopped him.

After all, Gret had nothing in common with other children of his age except for his appearance and age.

They also wanted to see if Gret would be pranked.

After a year and a half of getting along, everyone, whether classmates or professors, naturally regarded him as an adult.

Flitwick answered this question from other professors at the faculty meeting. At that time, he said that children who had experienced hardships would always appear to be particularly precocious.

Although this statement was not so convincing, it made people not care so much about this issue.

When people have an anchor point, time will pass quickly.

When the final exam week arrived, the mobile phone market rushed out of Britain and Europe, and even to America across the ocean, where mobile phones appeared in the hands of pirated copies.

According to the statistics of Penelope's father, in less than half a year, the number of mobile phones in various continents has reached nearly 500,000.

In order to occupy more of the market, pirates started a price war, and the price was once reduced to 25 gold galleons per unit.

Even so, the average price of mobile phones still remained at around 50 Galleons.

Of the 500,000 units, the terminals sold by Grete Communications Company accounted for less than 1%.

The cost of the mobile phone, including labor and materials, is only 5 Galleons, which means that because Grete gave up confidentiality, the loss of the communication store is as high as 20 million Galleons.

It is roughly equal to the savings accumulated by dozens of generations of the Malfoy family.

Since calculating this data, Penelope, the butler, has never smiled again.

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