Diagon Alley.
The last time I came here was to apply for a job.
Looking at the robes and pointed hats coming and going on the street, Murphy suddenly smiled.
After jumping out of this small wizarding world, he could look at this place with ease. Even those store managers who seemed hateful, stupid and stubborn before seemed to become innocent and cute.
Sure enough, he still likes this place.
He likes magic, and also likes wizards. Most of them are stupid, but that is another description of "simple". Although a group of idiots may make you irritated sometimes, it is always difficult for people to really hate them.
Speaking of which, it was only a week ago.
And his thoughts have changed so much.
It can only be said that money is a man's courage.
With a million pounds in his pocket, Murphy walked a lot more lightly.
He first came to Gringotts.
At this moment, he has changed his appearance. Even he himself does not know what the name of this face is. He transformed it by pulling a man's hair on the street.
"Hello, I heard that wizard currency can be exchanged here, right?" Murphy pretended to know nothing and asked a goblin who was weighing gold coins.
"Are you a Muggle?" The goblin raised his head slightly.
"Name?"
"Jim Stick." Murphy directly reported the name of the sponsor.
The goblin wrote something on a piece of parchment with a quill pen and asked, "Why?"
"Shopping?"
"Purpose?"
"Uh... what purpose can it be?" Murphy asked, a little unsure.
"The only purpose for Muggle-born wizards to enroll is this." The goblin replied.
Then why are you asking?
The wizarding world and the Muggle world are basically isolated. Unless a former Muggle who has no foundation in the wizarding world has to join the wizarding world, the two currencies are not allowed to be exchanged.
"My son is enrolled in school." Murphy continued to lie.
"What's the name of the little wizard?"
"David Stick."
"Contact the tutor?"
"Severus Snape."
Who asked Snape to find fault with me all day long when I was in school.
"Five pounds a galleon, how much do you want to exchange?"
"Ten thousand pounds?" Murphy said tentatively.
The goblin raised his eyes again, seemed a little surprised, but soon lowered his head and continued the work at hand, "The upper limit is forty galleons, do you want to exchange?"
"Forty galleons?" Murphy was stunned, that would be useless.
"Forget it, I'll think about it again."
This road was obviously blocked, Murphy left Gringotts and found an alley, changed his appearance again, changed into a robe, and walked into Gringotts again.
Seeing a goblin weighing gems, he walked over and said, "I have gold, can I exchange it for Galleons?"
"Of course!" The goblin was a little more enthusiastic, "Gold, silver, gems, we have exchange services."
"What's the upper limit?"
"Upper limit?" The goblin was a little confused, and then understood, "There is no exchange limit for gold and silver, and for gems, we will buy them in Galleons."
No limit?
Murphy was refreshed.
Gold and silver are still precious metals in the wizarding world, and as the casting materials of wizard currency, it is natural for Gringotts to have an acquisition business, but it is a bit surprising that there is no limit.
This may be the simplest way to convert pounds into Galleons.
"What's your name?" the goblin asked.
"Patrick Duncan." Murphy continued to make up stories.
"What's your vault number?"
"Huh?" Murphy was stunned for a moment, "Why do you ask this?"
"In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, this business is usually only open to families that have had long-term cooperation with Gringotts. Therefore, your identity and vault number need to be verified."
"..."
Patrick doesn't have a vault.
"Any other requirements?"
"No, but you need to provide the source of the precious metals."
"I'll think about it."
The second time he walked out of Gringotts, Murphy Apparated to the door of a Muggle gold shop, bought all the gold in the store, used Transfiguration to transform it into gold bars whose source could not be identified, and then Apparated back to Gringotts again.
This time he removed his disguise and walked into the door in his original appearance.
Another goblin was chosen, and Murphy took out two gold bars from his pocket, which had been cast with the traceless stretching spell, "I want to exchange them for Galleons."
Several goblins around looked over, and the goblin in charge of reception was more enthusiastic than the previous ones, "No problem, no problem. What's your name?"
"Murphy Darkholme."
"Vault number?"
"1745."
The Darkholme family is not as good as pure-blood families like Black and Potter, and the vault number is relatively low.
The goblin searched a thick book for a while, and looked at Murphy with some doubts, "This vault has no deposits for nearly 20 years, and it owes Gringotts 16 Galleons in management fees..."
"Excuse me, where does your gold come from?"
This question was not unexpected by Murphy, "Gold dug out from the ground of the old house, buried by ancestors."
"Please wait a moment." The goblin seemed a little undecided, and whispered to several goblins around him. Finally, a goblin who looked like a supervisor took over and asked, "How much gold do you have?"
"About 35 pounds (16 kilograms)," Murphy said.
The goblin supervisor was a little surprised. After several goblins grumbled for a while, the goblin supervisor said, "Because of your vault's credibility, you can only exchange five pounds of gold."
"Merlin's stinky shit! I have real gold and silver! Why can't I exchange it!"
Murphy was dissatisfied and argued with the goblin supervisor for a long time. Finally, after agreeing to pay a penalty of 100 Galleons, the exchange amount was increased to 10 pounds.
Afterwards, after a long inspection, weighing, calculation and counting, a goblin handed a cloth bag to Murphy, "This is 6572 gold Galleons, please check it."
Murphy's mouth twitched.
He made an international friendly gesture to the other party.
10 pounds of gold, calculated at today's gold price, is worth nearly 45,000 pounds. If it is calculated according to the ordinary Galleon-pound exchange rate, he should be given nearly 9,000 Galleons of gold coins.
But after such a round of circulation, he only got more than 6,000!
Nearly one-third of the profits were swallowed up by Gringotts.
However, he couldn't reason with them. After all, the exchange rate of gold galleons in Gringotts was really that low. As for the exchange rate with pounds, it didn't match?
What's the relationship between the gold price of Muggles and Gringotts?
Murphy walked out of Gringotts a little depressed.
These goblins are just fucking vampires.
How many spells of intelligence reduction were cast on the wizards' brains to allow them to control their own monetary system?
But forget it, it's free money anyway, so if you are greedy, you can be greedy. The rest is enough.
Carrying the bag of gold coins that stretched out without a trace, Murphy came to Slug and Giggs' pharmacy.
When he entered the door, he saw a young wizard about the same age as Murphy making potions in a crucible.
He looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "It is recommended to grind the dried caterpillars into powder. Slices are not easy to mix, and the effect is not good."
The young wizard turned around, a little confused: "But, the book says to slice."
"You are refining a shrinking potion, right? In fact, the method in the textbook is a bit old-fashioned. It is better to squeeze the juice of live caterpillars."
The young wizard has freckles all over his face and a round face that is slightly fat. He looked at Murphy in confusion, "Who are you?"
"Just a customer. By the way, you turned on too high a fire, and the crucible is about to burn."
"Oh, my God!" The round-faced wizard hurriedly added some water and finally boiled the potion.
Murphy looked at the finished yellow liquid and curled his lips, "You made a pot of shit, brother."
The round-faced wizard's face flushed red, and his freckles became more conspicuous, "I, you, ah, well, now the boss is going to deduct my salary again."
Murphy smiled, this guy is quite funny, he stretched out a hand, "Peter Parker, nice to meet you."
The round-faced wizard had a bitter face, "Alex Wood."
Murphy patted the other's shoulder, "You know, I just applied for your current position a few days ago."
Alex looked at him in surprise, "Then why didn't they hire you, you seem to be a veteran."
Murphy smiled, "They are blind. But I have to thank them, thanks to them, I can stand here and be their client dad."
"Now, Wood, go call your boss out and tell him that I want to buy all the white fresh stock in your store."
(End of this chapter)