On the fifth floor, after dealing with the emotional mother, brothers and sisters, and returning to their single room, Vaughn looked at the system panel in front of him, contemplating.
Since the awakening system, this is the first time he has seen the "mission".
Moreover, the task does not seem to care about his success or failure. There is no punishment set, only rewards after success.
But it was precisely the reward that caught his eyes.
"Talent point..."
Since the "Novice Spree" filled up the "Potion" talent and realized how easy and magical it is to learn and make potions under the 10-point talent, Vaughn has been looking forward to new ways to improve his talent.
What's more, there is a magic scale!
As the name suggests, the magic scale refers to the total amount and intensity of magic power in the wizard's body. The larger the magic scale, the stronger the power of the spell cast, and the more times the spell can be released.
However, it is not possible to simply understand the magic scale as a blue bar or a strong law, because the casting of a spell also consumes emotions, and the strength of the spell is even more related to the proficiency of the spell.
There are still 2 months before the completion of the task.
Vaughn stopped paying more attention and turned off the system panel.
I looked at the letter from Hogwarts opened in my hand again, and it was written in a dignified font on the first page.:
[Hogwarts School of Magic and Magic
Principal: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Federation of Wizards, First-class magician of the Sir Merlin Group, Chief Magician of Wissengamo)
Dear Mr. Weasley:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been approved to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A list of required books and items is attached.
The semester is scheduled to start on September 1st, and we will wait for you to bring your reply before July 31st.
Vice Principal (female)
Dear Mileva McGee]
Lying at the table, he finished writing his reply, and sent it to Hogwarts through the new owl of the Weasley family-poor old Errol, it was too old. A few years ago, when he took the potion made by Vaughn to deliver it, he almost fell into the pond. Into the pond.
So after Vaughn earned the money, he let him retire and enjoy his old age, and now he lives in the garden.
It was also the first time Arthur and Molly accepted Vaughn's money.
Errol's old age made them powerless, and they couldn't even think of a reason to refuse.
Several times since then, it has also been used for the renovation of the entire home, and their daily lives depend entirely on Arthur's salary-they don't want their children to be divided because of money.
Thinking of money, Vaughn opened the second page of the letter paper again, looking at the densely listed list of books and equipment, he couldn't help shaking his head.
"It seems that Ron is going to pick up the leftovers of Bill and Charlie again. I hope that guy won't cry anymore!""
In fact, Ron was much "stronger" than Vaughn thought.
When Vaughn finished delivering the letter and walked out the door, Ron was on the 4th floor where he lived, clutching the crumpled Hogwarts notice, pacing back and forth with his head held high.
Percy slapped him on the shoulder and encouraged loudly: "Ron, I knew you would be admitted to Hogwarts!"
Ron raised his head a little higher.
Vaughn rolled his eyes upstairs. Yesterday, he passed by the kitchen and heard Percy secretly discussing with his mother whether to forge a copy to coax him if Ron didn't receive the notice.
"To celebrate your upcoming entry into Hogwarts, how about I give you spots?"
The sudden "happiness" overwhelmed Ron.
He watched in confusion as Percy took out a mouse from his pocket, stuffed it into his arms, and then walked away quickly.
Lying on the railing, watching this interesting scene, Vaughn heard two footsteps approaching him on tiptoe.
Needless to say, the only people in the family who will be so sneaky are Fred and George.
Sure enough, the next moment the twins leaned over to him, learned from him, lay on the railing and looked down, and said "whispering" in a loud voice: "I bet Percy has long wanted to get rid of the spots."
"That's right, George, Patchy is old and ugly, maybe he will die soon."
"Poor Ron, he must have thought Percy endured the pain of love!""
"Yeah, George, why is such a stupid guy our younger brother?""
"I can't understand Fred either. Maybe all of Ron's brains have been given to our other brother?"
The twins giggled and sang in harmony, making Ron downstairs so angry that he took out the mouse in his arms and wanted to throw it away but couldn't bear it.
In the end, he was bored and hid back in the room.
After watching the show, Vaughn smiled and looked at the twins who were beating around the bush and flattering him: "Come on, what do you two want to do?"
The twins looked at each other, a little embarrassed.
"Go ahead, George."
"You said, you are the brother."
"Oh-at this time you remember who your brother is!"
After a few gags, seeing Vaughn still smiling, knowing that he couldn't fool him, the twins had to go left and right, you pinch your shoulders and I beat my legs, and said:
"Well--dear Vaughn, you are going to Hogwarts soon, you must go to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies, right?"
"Mom said, you can buy all your things by yourself. We used to know that you had money..."
"But we don't know that you are so rich. If...if it is convenient, can you reinvest in some of our materials?""
"Just a little bit, our great joke workshop business is just a little bit short of this!"
Seeing the twins, who have always been naughty and lawless, fold their waists for the sake of Jinjalon, Vaughn laughed straight in his heart.
But he also knew that Molly had never allowed them to engage in research, in fact, it was for their good, worried that they would go astray.
So in the past few years, even if the twins secretly borrowed money from him, he never let go of his mouth. The twins always thought he was just making some money until today.
If the school's books and utensils, including pets, want to be fully purchased, they will cost at least one hundred Jinjalong.
This is already a huge amount of money in the eyes of the twins!
While enjoying the massage of the twins, Vaughn hummed and said, "The last time you asked me to borrow 10 Sikos, you said the same."
"That was last time, and our first joke prop will be successfully made soon, right Fred?"
"That's right, George!"
Seeing that the twins' expressions were really serious, and they were almost amused, Vaughn touched his chin, "Well...tomorrow I will clean the garden at home..."
Before he finished speaking, the twins said doggedly: "How can I bother you with the hard work of cleaning the garden?"
"That's right, we wrapped it!"
"...I want to say that it was thrown to Ron, Fred!"
"This is our sincerity, George!"
"It makes sense!"
Seeing the two of them blinking expectantly from left to right, Vaughn waved his hand again and again: "Okay, okay, tomorrow depends on your performance!"
Watching the twins cheering all the way downstairs, Vaughn shook his head, stood still and thought for a while, then came to Ron's door and knocked on the door.
Not long after, the door opened vigorously.
Ron, who was still sulking, bulged his face, fierce and egged: "What...what's the matter?"
"Ron, accompany me to Diagon Alley tomorrow."
Ron murmured a few times, as if he wanted to refute, but he was used to low self-esteem in front of Vaughn, and he always couldn't muster the courage. It took a while before he said angrily: "Why let me go?"I already have a second-hand one!"
"Oh--" Vaughn shrugged and said with a pity, "I also want to advance your Christmas gift this year, for example, to give you a new magic wand. It seems that you don't..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard Ron yelling, "I'm going!"
"Hmm?"
The freckles on Ron's face turned red, and he stammered: "I...I'm going...just to buy some rat food for spots..."
Vaughn's gaze leaped over his shoulder and saw the mouse gnawing biscuits on the desk in the messy room behind him.
No distractions!
Vaughn deliberately showed interest: "Speaking of spots, I've been asking Percy for it before. Anyway, it's old and ugly. Why don't you give it to me as my potion lab rat? How about, Ron, do you want to think about it?"
In the room, Patchy's movements of gnawing biscuits were sluggish.
Ron's eyes widened, his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak for a while.
If he had heard Vaughn's outrageous request a minute ago, he would have yelled loudly and mustered the courage to drive away this brother with a bad personality.
But now...
There is a new wand... this...
Fortunately, he didn't let him entangle for too long. When he saw Daffy start to sneak to the table, Vaughn, who didn't want to scare it away, had already patted Ron on the shoulder and smiled: "I'm kidding you, such a big mouse, one bite of the potion will be poisoned to death (Daffy trembles all over), remember not to sleep late tomorrow, that's it!"
Ron breathed a long sigh of relief and watched Vaughn go upstairs before he hurriedly ran into the house and picked up Patchy.
"Oh, spotted, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, he is scaring us..."
Outside the door, at the corner of the stairs, Vaughn stared at the door of Ron's room with a sneer.
Huh, keep that guy's rat life for a while!