"This is our shop, Grandpa Marcus."
Sean whispered to Marcus.
However, the chatter throughout the Fairy Tale Shop was too loud. Marcus didn't hear him clearly even if he listened carefully, and his attention was imdiately drawn away by the attendant.
"Which version would you like, sir? If it's for the young gentleman beside you, I recomnd the Pegasus version. It requires no effort; it floats automatically in the air, making calls and taking photos very convenient."
The attendant introduced it sincerely.
He took out a pair of Magic Hand Mirrors and placed them in the air. Defying the laws of physics, they floated up and remained perfectly stable right there.
With a click, a photo floated out from the back of the mirror.
The attendant handed the photo to Marcus. In the image, the old wizard looked at the lens with visible temptation, while the black-haired young wizard beside him was saying sothing.
But his voice wasn't loud, and Marcus was completely captivated by the Magic Hand Mirror. Finally, within the moving photograph, the young wizard sighed.
"Truly wonderful—the Pegasus version—"
Marcus discussed it with the attendant in amazent.
"Yes, sir. There are only fifty Pegasus versions in total, and they are about to sell out. Mr. Hers's workshop will only produce one batch recently. We don't know when the next one will be."
The attendant smiled.
He wasn't lying.
"Of course, you can also look at our other versions. The Dragon version..."
The attendant took out a mirror carved with a dragon relief. The mont he touched it, the mirror turned red like a branding iron.
"You see, aside from dear Mr. Hers and the custor who buys it, it won't allow anyone else to approach."
The attendant said proudly.
"Not bad, not bad..."
Marcus nodded repeatedly.
"And our Golden Snitch version, it will follow the wizard around like a pet..."
The attendant took a mirror with transparent wings from the dazzling display case. The mirror actually buzzed and hovered behind his shoulder.
"Ah, very good..."
Marcus was completely spoiled for choice.
"Just think, if your young gentleman has a Magic Hand Mirror, you can communicate with him anyti. Of course, our privacy features are also excellent. Aside from you and your young gentleman, no one can eavesdrop on the call between you and this young gentleman."
The attendant upped the ante.
"This is really—"
Marcus was completely astonished.
Ignore distance, communicate anyti, prevent eavesdropping, and face-to-face capability...
"The Ministry of Magic..."
He asked suddenly.
He knew too well the appeal of such an object to the Ministry.
"The Ministry ordered a small portion, but Mr. Hers rejected their request for more. I'm not boasting to you, but in the entire British wizarding business world, only the Fairy Tale Shop has such confidence."
The attendant said with his head held high.
"Oh—"
Marcus couldn't stop nodding.
He now harbored imnse curiosity about this strange alchemist.
"Tis are always changing. For old remnants like us, it's probably hard to understand that such a great creation really exists."
Marcus finally sighed with emotion.
"Perhaps it is simply Mr. Hers who has achieved greatness."
The attendant smiled, eyes crinkling.
"Perhaps. So, sir, the price for such a magical item..."
Although Marcus had made up his mind to buy it, he knew the value of Two-way Mirrors. For such a creation, the price must be unattainable...
He thought about his savings, then thought about the lovely child of the McGonagall family, and made his choice without any effort.
"Thirty-seven Galleons, sir!"
The attendant said with full confidence.
"Thirty-seven Galleons?"
Marcus looked up slightly, doubting if he had heard correctly.
Certainly, for most wizarding families, this was not a small figure. But compared to Two-way Mirrors costing hundreds of Galleons, this price couldn't be lower.
"Yes, sir, as I said, this is the reform brought to the wizarding world by the great Mr. Hers—"
The attendant said devoutly.
"Give one!"
Marcus nodded decisively.
Beside him, Sean pulled helplessly at the hem of his robes.
"My lovely child, whatever you want to say, we'll talk later. As you can see, they're about to sell out—"
Marcus lowered his head, smiling happily.
"This is our shop, Grandpa Marcus."
Seizing the opportunity, Sean said it quickly.
"Oh, you're cracking jokes now too?"
Marcus was cheerful; he obviously didn't hear clearly, nor did he care.
"Sir, so..."
At this mont, the attendant drew Marcus's attention away again.
"This is our purchase contract. One point I need to remind you of is that the craftsmanship of the Magic Hand Mirror is not completely perfected. You will need to replace it after two years at the latest."
The attendant held the Pegasus version of the Magic Hand Mirror and introduced it seriously.
"I agree."
Marcus said with a smile.
He hadn't reacted yet.
"Very good, sir. The Pegasus version cos in a slim model and a multi-mirror version. Do you need those? Manager Sua has set up a mbership system. When your mirror is damaged, we offer repair services, but after two years, we hope to recycle the damaged mirror materials. In exchange, you will enjoy a discount on your next purchase."
The attendant gave many scattered suggestions.
This made it even harder for Marcus to recall Sean's words.
What joke did his dear child just make?
"Ah, such a good thing exists?"
Marcus agreed without a second thought.
Sean was already sowhat helpless on the side.
However, after hearing the attendant's words, he was slightly surprised.
You have to know, the cost of the Magic Hand Mirror was mainly in the materials; the hiring cost of wizards at Erald Workshop was actually not high compared to the production capacity.
If they could recycle so of the hard-to-damage materials of the Magic Hand Mirror—materials in the wizarding world were extrely expensive, just look at Hagrid—then the cost could be further compressed.
"University of London, Economics..."
He murmured thoughtfully.
"Congratulations, Mr. McGonagall. I think, as your child, this young gentleman is undoubtedly lucky. A tool to communicate with you anyti, anywhere, the trendiest magical creation of the mont, must be the best gift—"
The attendant placed the Magic Hand Mirror in Marcus's hand and said with a smile.
"Sign and pay here?"
Marcus was also very satisfied with the attendant's words.
He didn't like flattery, but the thought of the distance between him and little Green lting away made his smile radiant.
"Yes, sir. May I ask your na?"
The attendant said.
"Marcus McGonagall."
Marcus said happily.
"You an?!"
The attendant's expression changed significantly for the first ti.
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