I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 65 Drown in my beauty!

After Melina explained her purpose.

Mr. Slag's face immediately turned somewhat ugly.

The black-robed witch came to sell certain contraband.

Sir—are you kidding me?!

I just bought some venom from the giant eight-eyed spider a while ago.

Are you Aurors just bored?

Is it really meaningful to be entrapped like this every day?

Do you think it's funny?

"I want to make a deal with you!"

"Miss, we are engaged in legitimate business!" Mr. Slag said coldly, with an air of unapproachability.

He's already considering changing jobs.

Hmm—Aurors are pretty good, aren't they? They're quite free!

"Oh! Of course, business is legitimate!" Her pleasant voice, like the song of a nightingale, immediately calmed the somewhat agitated Mr. Slug.

"You give me the money, I give you the goods, how legitimate!"

"Madam, I'm not joking!" Although he could tell from the voice that the woman in front of him was definitely a great beauty, Mr. Slag remained unmoved.

As an excellent potion master, his only true love in life is potions!

All beautiful women are like pink skulls to him.

You fiend, you can't disturb my mind!

"Sir, I wasn't joking!" Melina's tone was somewhat light, like spitting out a sweet cotton candy.

Then, she slowly lifted her hood.

Then I secretly turned on the light for myself!

Her chestnut-brown short hair, her stunningly beautiful face, and the mysterious, broken three-finger mark of Mad Fire were all exposed to the air.

"hiss--"

"Merlin's beard!"

Mr. Slag's pupils dilated instantly.

His eyes were wide open.

He looked at the girl in front of him with some disbelief.

Has the goddess Selene descended to earth?

"The blood, fur, and flesh of a unicorn."

Melina seemed not to hear the words of praise she received.

She spoke softly, then slowly took 'a portion' of the unicorn out of her pocket.

Hmm—they're all in bottles.

"I think our business is perfectly legitimate!" She shamelessly flashed a sweet smile, attempting to use her beauty to seduce.

"Forehead"

You could tell from Mr. Slag's stunned expression.

Her attack was extremely effective, dealing massive critical damage.

And easily broke through Mr. Slug's mental defenses.

This young lady is definitely not one of those cunning Aurors!

Mr. Slag roared inwardly with certainty!

She must be an Auror!

I drank the bucket of potion waste on the ground right there and then!

"These are all top-quality goods!" Mr. Slag clearly changed his emphasis.

A deep, almost lifeless, magnetic voice.

His deliberate imitation ensured that his eyes never left Melina's face.

Irving (sorry, I called him the wrong name again) had already filled the entire table with all sorts of bottles and jars, and Melina smiled sweetly.

"Mr. Naslug, you'll have to give me a good price!"

The subtle flirting made Mr. Slug's cheeks blush slightly.

Oh, my dear mother!

I think I'm in love.

"Dang dang ran".

"I'll give you five hundred Galleons." Mr. Slug counted all the materials with just a wave of his wand.

Melina brought out too much.

A bag containing a dozen or so unicorn hairs can sell for ten Galleons.

She peeled off an entire layer of skin.

Add to that the blood and bones, and while five hundred might seem a bit inflated, the market price is indeed very close to that number.

Of course, she didn't know the price.

Melina stroked her chin, thought for a moment, and then nodded, indicating that she accepted the deal.

Makes a small profit, not bad!

"Please keep this safe." Melina nodded.

Mr. Slag immediately greeted him with a smile and took out a brown bag from the drawer under the table.

"Mr. Slag." Melina understood instantly after just one glance at the bag.

That was a bag that had been enchanted with an infinite stretching spell.

This kind of magic is regulated by the Ministry of Magic, so it seems Mr. Slug has used this method to smuggle quite a bit!

Is this bag a small gift he gave himself?

"You're such a good person."

"Please come again soon! Oh, by the way, miss, I haven't asked your name yet?"

"I?"

Melina was taken aback, then a strange malice suddenly welled up in her heart as she smiled.

She secretly added a beauty filter to herself.

A pale blue light, like fireflies, shone from beneath her black robe. A wisp of mist rose from her feet and quickly enveloped her entire body.

"Greetings!" came the cool, Old English from her lips. "A distinguished potion master!"

My name is Melina.

"Please don't forget me (＾Ｕ＾)ノ~ＹＯ"

As she spoke, the mist surrounding her reached its peak.

With a "bang," the mist dissipated, and looking around, there was no sign of her.

"Hmph! Drown in my beauty!"

Owen, hood pulled back up, strolled down the streets of Diagon Alley, muttering to himself with a mocking tone, "Ah~ deductive reasoning, deductive reasoning! It's all deductive reasoning's fault. From now on, I am the witch, I am the witch, I am the sorceress."

"Um?"

Suddenly, a figure darted out from the crowd and bumped straight into her.

Irving, engrossed in his deductive reasoning, was completely unprepared.

When he came to his senses, he realized that the person who bumped into him was someone he knew.

"Ron?"

"Irving?"

Ron, who knocked off his hood and Disillusionment Charm, immediately recognized the boy who had given him nightmares for days.

Hmm—a boy?

Ron, who took two steps back, was shocked by the sight.

This 0.0

So Irving is actually a girl?

And so beautiful!

"As expected of the Weasleys, they're a bunch of good-for-nothings. Can't they even produce a single decent piece of clothing?" Hearing this, Owen knew that it was Malfoy who had arrived.

This kid?

Is the house once again filled with the purebred glory of electricity?

Are they being arrogant and domineering again?

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy." Although he didn't understand what new trick Owen was up to, his deep-seated anti-Malfoy sentiment made him subconsciously turn around and retort.

"You piece of trash who only knows how to rely on your father, how dare you talk to me like that? Besides being rich, powerful, having good food, a big house, and plenty of furniture... cough cough, knock! Damn Malfoy, let's have a one-on-one fight!"

Ron, finding the conversation increasingly strange, immediately shut his mouth and got into a fighting stance, ready to give Malfoy a good close-quarters beating!

"Haha! As expected, a country bumpkin like you—" Malfoy was about to continue his tirade when he noticed Melina behind Ron!

"Merlin's beard!"

Has the goddess Selene descended to earth?

"My God! Is that Venus?"

"Merlin's beard, this—I'm not seeing things, am I?"

"My God! She's just like the Virgin Mary."

"???"

The surrounding wizards suddenly turned their heads, their eyes all turning to an old man in the corner who was making the sign of a cross on his chest.

"Bullshit, she looks exactly like Joan of Arc!"

"?"

This one is even more heavyweight!

A shout from the crowd instantly shattered the fragile balance of faith in the surrounding area.

"Beat him up!" someone shouted.

The crowd suddenly scattered, searching for the outspoken Frenchman!

Melina!

Melina!

Oh, my Melina! How can I live without you!

Melina!!!

(End of this chapter)