Although there was prejudice among wizards—Mudbloods, purebloods, and mutual discrimination—the magical world was still very small. Those who could graduate successfully and perform magic were able to secure excellent jobs; they were the backbone of the magical society. The true middle class lived comfortably.
"We are just a tiny society of 3,000 people, and yet Voldemort wants to dominate the entire magical world. It's absolutely absurd. Those who follow him will eventually turn against us and meet their doom."
Indeed, George understood that before he gained immense power, before he could completely escape Voldemort's threat, all other dreams would have to wait.
Even though he could foresee trends decades into the future, today's George still had to study magic diligently and patiently await his Hogwarts acceptance letter. Only during breaks could he rack his brains for simple ways to earn money.
Fortunately, even though he couldn't go to Hollywood as a child star yet, nor earn huge sums in America, and couldn't meet Sophie Marceau or Scarlett Johansson in advance, studying magic was still incredibly fun.
After all, George possessed the soul of an adult—innate and fully formed—and he had laid a solid foundation in advance. Although he often grumbled about going to Hollywood, his body remained honest. Once settled at the laboratory table, his eyes sparkled as he immersed himself completely in his experiments.
As the secrets of magic slowly unfolded before him, learning magic was no longer just about survival, nor merely about living safely.
This was the allure of magic: it stemmed from knowledge of the arcane, from exploration of the rules of an unknown world, to the point that technology lagged behind the magical world, and wizards maintained an unparalleled sense of superiority and pride over ordinary people.
Ordinary humans, no matter their wealth, knowledge, or armor, were as fragile and helpless as infants before a wizard.
With just a flick of the hand, a wizard could kill the world's strongest warrior. They could probe a Muggle's memories, control their thoughts. Even though wizards were mortal, possessing such powers naturally bred a strong sense of superiority and discrimination against Muggles.
Thinking this, George opened a suitcase on his bed and took out his wand. It was a powerful wand made of 12¾ dragon heartstring-infused yew wood.
This wand was potent, durable, capable of casting spells at a distance, and could even defend against nearby swords. It had been a gift George gave himself on his ninth birthday when he first brewed a golden potion. Its price was twenty times that of an ordinary wand, though it was not truly expensive.
George held the wand in one hand and dug into the pile of clothes in the suitcase with the other, retrieving a small chest made of chestnut. It had a long combination lock. Once unlocked, inside was a smaller gray box.
After dispelling the curse "Alohomora Cave Open," the interior, lined with velvet, held two crystal-clear bottles filled with amber liquid. He carefully placed them side by side with the smaller bottles he had brought earlier, touching the crystal bottles once more.
"The prices in the magical world are really reasonable. It's a pity that even wealth can't always buy the best items," George sighed, gently closing the box and packing it away.
Since George could now earn money in the mundane world, expenses in the magical world no longer felt burdensome. One market had only 3,000 people, the other was a vast global market—naturally, the speed of earning was completely different.
Five British pounds could be exchanged for one gold Galleon. A normal wand cost less than ten Galleons—around 500 RMB—an unbelievably cheap price for George, who had lived in a high-cost world before.
Due to the low prices in the magical world, he often haggled. Buying only the best and most expensive items actually reduced spending overall.
Unfortunately, the truly valuable items were hidden, and the Ministry of Magic imposed many restrictions. Even George's family bookstore, with centuries of history, could not obtain some rare books, forcing him to go to Watz's bookstore instead.
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"Aha." George yawned long and deeply, gazing listlessly out the window. He had been distracted reading late into the night and hadn't slept well. Today, he had planned to meet Harry Potter, but his mood was sour.
"Children are really annoying," George muttered. He had lived with his grandmother and Anna, spending his free time on potion experiments and magical training, everything following an adult's way.
Today, he saw a whole cartload of kids—more than in the past eleven years combined. He had once imagined living among these children for six or seven years. His previous anticipation for Hogwarts had all but vanished. Thinking of such a bleak future, he let out a deep yawn.
"Perhaps I can find a way to bypass this stage," George thought, eyeing the two and a half bottles of Blessing Potion in his suitcase. He stroked his chin and got an idea.
The magical world's low prices meant George could earn through financial markets. Money wasn't lacking, but unfortunately, the best things often weren't purchasable with money alone.
Besides building a solid learning foundation, George's greatest gain was acquiring the formula for the Blessing Potion. But apart from the lucky bottle he managed to purchase, the other two bottles had taken him an entire year to brew.
"Fortunately, I discovered the true use of the Blessing Potion. Otherwise, even after six months of brewing, it would only grant twelve hours of luck, and resistance would develop. The potion would have been practically useless." Those two and a half bottles became George's trump cards—the foundation of his plan to advance his career.
"The wizard who created this had a rigid mindset. The potion's effects are not as simple as they appear." According to the formula, a small vial could grant twelve hours of luck.
Before the potion's effect wore off, George could accomplish what he wished. Though it had resistance and side effects, the results were still incredible. It was strictly prohibited in sports, exams, or elections.
"Using the Blessing Potion to play games would be cruel. Unfortunately, although I understood its true use, there was no place to buy it." George, worried about purchasing the potion, mastered its reverse-use technique. Once used in the Celestial Realm, luck would never run out.
Originally, George had been drawn to the potion by its advertised effects, unable to grasp the logic behind it. After extensive research, he was fortunate to buy a bottle of Fu Ling potion. Through experimentation, he finally discovered its true purpose.
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