Charlie pretended to buy candy, casually picking out a few boxes of Chewing Gum and Fizzing Whizbees.
The shop assistant, a plump middle-aged Witch, saw Charlie suddenly appear and a flicker of doubt crossed her eyes.
Was he among the people who just came in?
But upon seeing the money Charlie handed over, she instantly dropped her concerns.
She took Charlie's money and said enthusiastically, "Have a wonderful time."
Charlie walked out of Honeydukes with his bag of candy, and the view before him opened up.
Hogsmeade's main street was bustling with students all wearing Hogwarts uniforms.
They gathered in twos and threes, excitedly discussing which shop to visit.
The atmosphere here was completely different from Diagon Alley.
Diagon Alley felt more like a bustling commercial street, with shops lined up one after another, full of urban noise.
Hogsmeade, however, was a quiet town, with winding cobblestone streets and quaint wooden houses on either side.
The town had all sorts of shops for Wizards' daily needs.
Warm yellow lanterns hung at the entrance of the Three Broomsticks pub, from which laughter and the clinking of glasses emanated.
The display window of Dervish and Banges was filled with various magic items, from telescopes to scales, everything imaginable.
There were also stationery shops, robe specialty stores, magic barber shops, and so on.
Charlie strolled leisurely down the street, entering any shop that caught his interest.
If he liked something, he would buy it extensively and have the owner send it to Hogwarts by Owl.
After an entire morning of browsing, Charlie suddenly saw a shop.
"Spinning Witch's Flying Broomstick Emporium"
The shop was not large, but its display window showcased all sorts of flying broomsticks.
From the ancient Cleansweep series to the latest Nimbus series, the selection was dazzling.
Charlie suddenly remembered that the Hufflepuff Quidditch team's brooms were terrible.
If the brooms were better, the quidditch cup might just belong to his own House.
In order not to feel as helpless as watching the national football team when watching a match.
Charlie decided to be the top supporter for the House team.
Speaking of which, being the top supporter should definitely earn him some tyrant points, right?
He pushed the door open.
The shop owner was a tall, thin middle-aged Wizard wearing thick glasses.
He was polishing a gleaming silver broom and looked up at the sound of the doorbell.
Seeing Charlie's well-tailored and high-quality Wizard robe, the owner's eyes instantly lit up.
This was a wealthy customer.
He quickly put down the broom in his hand and greeted him warmly.
"Welcome to Spinning Witch!" the owner rubbed his hands.
"Sir, are you looking to choose a broom for yourself?"
"We have the most complete range of broom models here, from the entry-level Cleansweep Five to the professional Nimbus series, we have everything."
Charlie glanced around the shop and got straight to the point.
"Do you have the nimbus 2001?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Of course we do!"
He rubbed his hands excitedly.
"The nimbus 2001 is the latest model released this year; no one has come to buy it since I stocked it!"
"You truly have good taste; this is currently the top-tier flying broomstick on the market."
Charlie nodded: "I want seven."
"Seven?" The owner's voice was astonished.
A hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes; even the wealthiest Pure-blood Family wouldn't let a child buy such expensive items on his own, would they?
Was he being played?
"Are you sure it's seven?"
"I'm sure," Charlie said calmly.
Although the owner was still smiling warmly, his eyes had sobered up.
"It's not that I don't trust you, but seven nimbus 2001s is no small sum... the Galleons..."
Charlie pulled out a large chunk of gold and tossed it to the owner.
"This is the deposit."
[Your Majesty is extravagant, tyrant points +10]
The owner took the gold, examined it, and instantly turned red with excitement:
"Oh, what are you doing, can I not trust you?"
"What I meant was that the Galleons for seven brooms are too much, you certainly wouldn't have them on you; I can go with you to Gringotts to withdraw the money."
"Look at this situation, I won't say anything else, I'll go get your order ready."
He hurried to the warehouse behind the shop, his steps as light as a young man's.
Charlie watched his retreating figure, speechless for a moment; he was indeed an experienced businessman.
Suddenly, a question surfaced in his mind.
Why do most Wizards ride broomsticks?
Couldn't it be something else?
Soon, the owner returned with a large stack of beautifully packaged boxes.
"Seven nimbus 2001s, I'll give you a ten percent discount."
He carefully placed the boxes on the counter, afraid of bumping or scratching them.
Charlie seized the opportunity to ask the question on his mind.
"Boss, I'm very curious, why do Wizards use broomsticks for flying?"
"Can't they use other things?"
"Oh, you're asking about that," he pushed up his glasses.
"There's a historical anecdote behind it."
"The flying broomstick was invented by a great Witch during the Middle Ages."
The owner's tone became serious, clearly knowledgeable about this history.
"At that time, it was the height of the Witch Hunts, Witches were cruelly persecuted and had to hide their identities to survive."
"Most Witches of that era disguised themselves as ordinary housewives, and housewives often carried a broom to clean."
"This clever Witch transformed ordinary brooms into flying broomsticks, so they could easily escape at any time without arousing Muggle suspicion."
As the owner spoke, a look of admiration flashed in his eyes.
"Later, to commemorate this great Witch, flying instruments continued to adopt the shape of a broom."
"This has become a tradition in the European magic world."
Charlie suddenly understood; so there was such a historical background.
However, a new idea popped into his head.
"So, can other shapes be customized?" Charlie asked.
The owner was stunned for a moment; such a request was indeed rare.
He scratched his head: "Theoretically, yes, but..."
"But what?"
"The cost would be very high," the owner said with some difficulty.
"Customization requires redesigning the flying runes, adjusting the balance system, and the craftsmanship is much more complex."
"And because it deviates from the traditional design, achieving the same stability would be more difficult."
He subtly glanced at Charlie.
Charlie pulled out another piece of gold from his pocket and gently placed it on the counter.
The gleaming gold shimmered under the light.
"Is that enough?" Charlie asked calmly.
[Your Majesty spends money like water, throwing away thousands of gold, tyrant points +10]
The owner's eyeballs almost popped out.
"Enough, enough!" the owner nodded frantically.
"Absolutely enough!"
His voice trembled with excitement: "What shape do you want to customize? A magic carpet? Or something else?"
Charlie asked the owner to lean closer: "I want it like this, like this..."
The owner suddenly understood.
"Got it, got it."
Charlie left his recipient name.
"Please package these seven brooms and send them to Hogwarts."
He wasn't worried that the owner would be untrustworthy.
Having run a shop in Hogsmeade for so long, no normal person would ruin their reputation for a single transaction.
Of course, if he really wasn't quite normal, Charlie would help him become normal.
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