If you were strong, people would praise you for being mighty and domineering. If you were weak, people would look down on you. In the wizarding world full of magical spells, the bigger the fist, the more powerful it was.
He did not know how many tragic things Voldemort had created, but he still lived a carefree life. Wasn't it because his fist was big that not many people could beat him? Although the outcome was tragic, at least he had a good time.
Thinking of Voldemort, Leon recalled Professor Quirrell, who was wearing a scarf in the hall during the sorting ceremony yesterday. It seemed that the back of this guy's head was really occupied by Voldemort at this moment.
"Do you want to operate it a little?”Leon stroked his chin and hesitated.
There were many ways to make money. For example, information could make those who needed him spend a lot of money. However, this kind of information transaction had certain limitations.
First, how did you obtain this information? Second, the information you obtained was time-limited. Third, the information had to be sold to the people who needed it. If you sold it to the wrong person, it would only be a topic of conversation. Fourth, you had the right to conduct this information transaction. After all, not everyone would spend a large sum of money to buy information that they were not sure if it was true or not.
Leon didn't care about the second, third, and fourth points, because he had found the most suitable person to trade with. However, the first point was a headache, because trading this information meant exposing his existence and uniqueness.
As for the hidden deal, let alone whether the other party believed you or whether the deal could be completed, just the fact that the other party's strength was enough to crush you was very stupid.
That's right, the person Leon planned to trade with was Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the Prime of the Wizarding World, and Leon's debt-holder.
"I have to think of a way to learn Occlumency. Level 1 is enough. If it doesn't work, I'll use skill points to stack it up.”
It was impossible for Leon to give up on this information deal. After all, this information was really time-sensitive. After Valentine, Quirrell would start planning under Voldemort's instructions. With Dumbledore's control over Hogwarts and his wisdom, this information would probably be worthless.
And now was not the time to make a deal. After all, Dumbledore was the master of Psyche Capture. Although he was a light wizard, who knew if this black-bellied old man would secretly peek into his thoughts.
Although Leon was not afraid that his identity as a transmigrator would be exposed, nor was he afraid that the existence of the System would be exposed, because he knew that something as grand as the System would definitely be able to block Dumbledore's snooping. What he was afraid of was that Dumbledore would read the complete works of Harry Potter in his mind. Such information was not worth trading.
The main problem now was that Occlumency was a remote spell, and the corresponding Soul Capture was a forbidden spell. If he wanted to learn it, he had to find a professional Occlumency Master. Leon could only think of Voldemort, Dumbledore, Snape, the rest of the Death Eaters, and the powerful director of the Ministry of Magic.
It was impossible to ask Dumbledore, and neither was Voldemort. After all, the information he wanted to sell belonged to Voldemort. If he were to deliver it to his doorstep, wouldn't it be equivalent to cheating on his girlfriend in front of someone else's boyfriend? Leon couldn't do such a wicked thing. Moreover, the price of doing such a thing might be a big shot from Avada, which was even more inappropriate.
Humans couldn't, at least they shouldn't.
The only choice left was Snape, but the moth that had killed Snape's best friend, the Death Eater, right after entering school-no, the son-would be a sheep in a tiger's den if he were to deliver himself to the door.
"How did I unknowingly offend my own Principal?”Leon's head buzzed as he thought about it. This opening doesn't seem too good. Can I load? I want to start over!
With a heavy heart, Leon rushed to the classroom for the first transformation class. As he passed by the stairs that seemed to be suffering from ADHD, Leon raised his wand and shouted loudly, ignoring the strange gazes of the young wizards around him,"Either I'm going to kill you all, or you're going to connect me to the Transfiguration classroom.”
In the next second, the young wizard who was originally planning to watch the joke was surprised to find that the swaying stairs actually formed a path leading to the Transfiguration classroom.
Leon smiled. Sure enough, all the creations in Hogwarts had a certain level of thinking and intelligence. After all, this was a thousand-year-old mage stronghold. Even portraits could be found everywhere. These magic stairs couldn't understand human language. It shouldn't be.
Of course, it was also possible that Leon's shout had been heard by the headmaster, Dumbledore, who was in charge of the school. But no matter what the process was, the result was good.
He took the lead and went up the stairs. Leon quickly ran towards the Transfiguration classroom. The young wizards behind him were stunned for a moment, then they followed him. There were no waves along the way. Leon was the first to arrive at the Transfiguration classroom.
"Leon!" As soon as he entered the door, Leon heard Hermione's shout and waved helplessly. Then, he saw Hermione pointing at the seat beside him. After hesitating for a moment, he finally sat down under her expectant gaze.
"How are you doing in Slytherin? I was going to wait for you in the Great Hall for breakfast, but I didn't see you for a long time.”
As soon as she sat down, Hermione fired off a barrage of questions.
Leon could only explain helplessly. For example, the Slytherin students were all alright. They arranged a separate dormitory for him and it was quite comfortable. He went out for a walk in the morning and even met a beautiful senior who hit on him.
Hermione, who had been fine, changed her expression when she heard the last sentence. She stared at Leon fiercely like a coyote who had smelled blood."Is that senior really very beautiful?”
"It is quite beautiful." Leon answered truthfully. After all, he was not like what the Sorting Hat said. He was an honest young man.
"Humph!" Hermione snorted and threw the back of her head at Leon, making him feel awkward.
Leon was not an idiot, nor was he a newbie in love. It was obvious that Hermione was unhappy. Leon could guess the reason for her unhappiness, but Leon had planned everything. After all, he really only treated Hermione as his little sister. Some things had to be nipped in the bud even if he pretended to be confused.
After all, Leon really didn't care about Lolita because he would be sentenced!
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