Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 110: Vika and Velita

　　 However, after shopping and returning to the seventh arrondissement, Wright suddenly realized a very important issue, that is, after this afternoon, the francs he exchanged before coming to Paris from London were only half of the remaining francs. ! This made Wright have to seriously think about another problem, that is, after these francs are spent, he will become poor again.

　　While holding the Philosopher's Stone given by Nicholas Lemae, Wright thought that since then, he would have escaped from the word poverty, and embarked on the path of rich people who can do whatever they want. But I didn't expect that I was too young and happy too early.

　　From what we have learned in the bank today, the buying and selling of gold is not a problem, but the problem is that in this period of time in the 1990s, the trading of physical gold has been completely and strictly regulated. . Almost every bank does not accept non-souvenir gold bars except for the gold bars issued by them. The small pieces of gold jewelry are too troublesome to operate, and the price is not high. The gold transformed from the Philosopher's Stone is basically the kind of big piece.

　　 So this leads to a very funny situation, that is, Wright now sits on Jinshan, but cannot realize it on a large scale.

　　 The only news that makes Wright feel a little bit relieved is that this is only for the ordinary world. In the wizarding world, gold trading is still very popular, especially the founders of Gringotts, a global monopoly financial organization, and the elves are fanatical pursuers of gold.

　　Thinking about it, Wright felt that if he wanted to use the Philosopher’s Stone to gain a lot of wealth, it was still not suitable for operation in the ordinary world. In this age, it is really unreliable to want to sell a large amount of gold alone!

　　 But these can be said until the end of the summer vacation. Wright touched the pocket of his new pants. The money in the wallet should be enough for the rest of his life in Paris.

　　 Entering the door of the building where he lives, passing through a long old corridor, Wright climbs up a stairway that creaks when he steps on it, and sees two crowded at the corner of the second floor. The young girl talking quietly in the corner.

　　 The young **** the left has short dark brown hair that is close to the ears. She wears a simple pink checkered shirt on her upper body, but that shirt is too big for her petite figure. The sleeves are short, revealing a piece of fair skin. The dark trousers clung to her slender legs, full of the vitality of a girl.

　　 And the **** the right has fluffy, waist-long light blond hair, and an old floral long-sleeved shirt is worn on her body, and the hem of the shirt is artificially tucked in. In the dark blue jeans under her body. Her dress looks a bit old-fashioned compared to the one on the left, but that delicate face adds a lot of points to her.

　　Wright recognizes that these two are residents upstairs and downstairs respectively. The one with short hair on the left should be the daughter of a dentist and cartoonist, and the one with long hair on the right is following the old woman with inconvenient legs and legs. People live together.

　　 Seeing Wright approaching, the two girls immediately stopped communicating. The short-haired girl looked at him with a slightly curious look, while the long-haired one tried to avoid visual communication with Wright.

　　 Wright nodded slightly at the two of them, and then prepared to leave immediately.

　　As Wright passed by the two girls, the one with short hair suddenly spoke: "Hi! Are you new? Why have I never met you here before?"

　　The girl with long hair gently pulled on the short-haired girl's clothes, indicating that she should continue to be quiet at this time.

　　 "Yes, I just moved here this month." Wright stopped, turned around and said to the short-haired girl.

　　 "Living with your parents?" The short-haired girl asked again, her beautiful brown-green eyes curiously looking at Wright's clothes up and down.

　　 Although I haven't bought it, the girl with short hair learned some knowledge about clothing from her great-grandmother. She could see that the expensive clothes of this big boy who met for the first time were completely a kind of clothes that people who would not live here would buy and wear.

　　 The long-haired girl pulled more urgently, but still did not speak. It was obvious that she was a little dissatisfied with the short-haired girl's reckless behavior, but she didn't know how to deal with it.

　　 "No, alone." Wright replied briefly, hoping that his indifferent attitude could persuade the short-haired girl.

　　 However, it is obvious that Wright's indifferent attitude did not achieve the desired effect, and instead made the short-haired girl's eyes suddenly shine.

　　 "Good! I..." Just as the short-haired girl was about to continue speaking, the long-haired girl who had been watching her suddenly spoke.

　　 "Vicca!" she said neatly, her voice full of unquestionable charm.

　　 "What's wrong? Velita?" Vika turned her head in some doubt, and looked at her good friend.

　　Velita did not speak, but shook her head silently.

　　 Wika got it clear, turned back to Wright and said, "Goodbye! Handsome guy."

　　 After 　　 said, Vicka also smirked at Wright.

　　Wright breathed a sigh of relief~IndoMTL.com~ After nodding to the two of them, he immediately left.

　　 To be honest, Wright can't understand why two such beautiful girls suddenly appear in such a place. To be honest, if it wasn't for the long stay with Changchu, he would definitely stop and say a few more words.

　　 What's more, the appearance of the students in Hogwarts is really... hard to describe.

　　 The whole school, looking at seven grades, the only girls who look good are Chang Chu, Penello, and Hermione. The other girls are really hard to say, and there is no one who can beat them... how do you say Appropriate, it should be said that it is very consistent with the image of the witch in the fairy tale. Of course, it is very likely that it is just because they are not good at dressing up.

　　 Wright's back figure gradually disappeared into the darkness with the clacking sound of the fading shoe soles hitting the ground.

　　Velita breathed a sigh of relief, and then let go of her fingers that had been pinching Vicar's clothes.

　　"Velita, what's the matter? Just now?" Wika asked Velita, her tone full of teasing, "You still can't see boys?"

　　 "Nothing." Velita said softly, "Let's go back to the original topic."

　　 "Then your mother agreed?" Vicka immediately turned back to the original topic. She knew her friend’s personality very well. Although she looked soft and weak on the outside, she was actually very deep in her heart. Resolutely and decisively.

　　 "No, actually I rarely see my mother's face." Velita shook her head, "but she came here today."

　　 "Then what?"

　　 "Then she left, and I didn't even say a word with her."