Haig lost it!
This discovery made Flanders helpless. He had to give up going to the wand shop and began to look for this guy everywhere.
After searching for a long time, he finally saw a group of people gathered in front of a bar, and Frans saw Haig, who was far taller than everyone.
Flanders hurried over, pulled away the crowd of onlookers, and came to Haig's side.
"Five hundred gallons is too much. I don't have that much money now. Can you come back to buy it when I go to raise money?" Haig said in a pleading tone to a thin man opposite him.
And next to the man, a big dog with three heads tied by iron chains was squatting.
Three-headed dog!
Well, when he saw the three-headed dog, Flanders immediately understood what was going on.
It must be Haig's addiction to raising animals again.
However, looking at the three-headed dog, Flanders had to say that even if it were him, he would have the impulse to buy it.
How majestic it is to take it out! Let's see who dares to mess with me!
However, it is obvious that this business is not easy to negotiate.
"I'm sorry, big man, I can't guarantee that I can wait for you to come back. After all, this thing is very popular." The thin man said slowly.
"Then what should I do? I really want it, but I don't have that much money with me now!" Haig said with an embarrassed face, staring at the three-headed dog at the same time.
Seeing this scene, Flanders couldn't help holding his forehead with a headache. He complained crazily in his heart: Haig, Haig, even if you want it again, don't be so obvious, okay? Isn't this waiting to be slaughtered by this man?
Seeing that Haig didn't say anything, the man continued, "Well, do you have anything valuable on you? Show me. As long as it can be worth 500 gallons, I will sell this three-headed dog to you."
Haige was happy when he heard the words and was about to take something out, but his hand was patted by a small hand.
"Huh? Qin?" Haig looked at Flanders unexpectedly.
Did you see me until now? Flanders couldn't help rolling his eyes.
"Haig, wait a moment." Flanders whispered to him.
"Oh, good." Haig nodded subconsciously.
He felt that the little guy looked quite clever. At this time, he asked him to wait a moment, which must have a deep meaning.
Flanders then turned to the thin man and asked, "Boss, what breed is your three-headed dog?"
"Of course, it's a Greek purebred three-headed dog. I spent a lot of money to buy it from a Greek." The thin man raised his chin and said arrogantly.
"Hagrid, is that so?" Flanders turned to Haig.
"It is true that there is a very obvious Greek three-headed dog bloodline, but one of them has the characteristics of a Nordic dog. It is debatable to say that it is a purebred." When Haig talks about magical animals, he is very professional.
"You're talking nonsense! I won't sell you now! Go, go, go! Don't get in the way of my business!" The thin man said angrily.
Haig is anxious now. Even if it is not a purebred Greek three-headed dog, he also wants it.
He turned his nervous eyes to Flanders in a hurry.
Flanders smiled and said unhurriedly, "Sir, if you want to say that we are talking nonsense, you underestimate the gentleman next to me."
As he said this, he raised his hand to introduce Haig: "This gentleman is a teacher from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry who has a deep study of magical animals. Do you think his words will be nonsense?"
Flanders is telling the truth. The guard of the hunting ground and the guardian of the forbidden forest. Of course, this is barely a teacher at Hogwarts. As for the deep study of magical animals, this sentence is even more right.
The thin man was stunned and looked a little stunned in the eyes of the crowd. However, he immediately stiffened his neck and said, "You said he was a teacher at Hogwarts, is he?"
"If you want to verify, you can send a letter to Dumbledore, the principal of Hogwarts." Flanders said with a harmless smile.
The thin man believed his words when he saw his confident appearance.
"I don't care if he is. I'm going to sell 500 gallons today. Who stipulates that I'm not a purebred Greek three-headed dog, so I can't sell 500 gallons?" The thin man just acted arrogantly.
He decided that Haig wanted to buy this dog, and it was obviously a starting price.
Flanders held Haig, who was about to open his mouth, and said to the man with a smile, "Sir, you can see that we really want to buy you, a three-headed dog."
"Hmm!" The man snorted coldly and showed an arrogant look on his face.
"But, except for us, see who else around you is willing to buy you, this big guy?" Flanders said slowly.
Yes, raising a three-headed dog requires one of the most important conditions, that is, the home space is large.
This is also the reason why many people can't buy it even if they want to.
As soon as this was said, the audience laughed. They really just came to watch the excitement and had no intention of buying it.
"So what? I can always wait for the next person who is willing to buy it..." The thin man's momentum obviously weakened.
"The next person? I don't know if I have to wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse. I don't know if you can support the money until that day. Flanders put away his smile and said slowly.
"Hmm, I have a lot of money!" The thin man forced himself to be calm and said.
"Oh, really? If you have money, why do you feed this three-headed dog with potatoes? Look at how thin they are. Flanders pointed to the three-headed dog and said.
With three heads and three mouths, the consumption of food is amazing. This person can't even afford to feed meat. If he raises it, he will only make himself poor.
In fact, Flanders also wants to say that even you are thin and dry, as if you haven't taken a shower for half a year. No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a person with a well-pocket. However, there is no need to be too short at this time.
The man obviously also heard the subtext in Flanders and suddenly blushed.
"I don't need you to take care of me! I'll sell it for 500 galons!" The thin man reiterated his price again.
However, this time anyone can see that he has lost much confidence. Oh, of course, except for Haig, he only has the three-headed dog in his eyes now.
"Okay, that's no discussion, Hagrid, let's go. If it's delayed any longer, Professor Dumbledore will be angry." Flanders asked Haig to leave.
Haig opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw that Flanders gave him a sharp look, he immediately swallowed what he wanted to say and walked to the outskirts of the crowd with his head down.
However, as soon as he took two steps, he heard the thin man behind him a little anxious voice: "Don't go!"
Flanders stopped, turned around and said, "Sir, do you have anything else to do?"
"Tell me, how much money are you going to pay?" The thin man said decadently.
"Fifty galons!" Flanders stretched out one hand and crossed the way.
"Why don't you grab it?! Have you bargained like you?" The thin man's eyes widened at a sudden.
"It was you who asked me to bid. Besides, my owl is only 18 gallons. It's quite reasonable for me to pay 50 gallons to buy your dog." Flanders said seriously.
"Four hundred galongs, if you want to buy it, you can buy it. If you don't buy it, you can pull it down!" The thin man said in a hateful voice.
"One hundred and five, tripled, I'm already very sincere!" Flanders said seriously.
"Three hundred and eight, I'll earn a freight money!" The thin man said with a painful face.
"One hundred and eight, I think the profit must be more than that." Flanders said lightly.
"Three hundred and five, if you bargain again, I really won't sell it!"
"Two hundred, if you do this again, we won't buy it."
"..."
The two of them came and went. The thin man was getting more and more distressed, while Flanders was always indifferent.
In the end, the thin man lost the battle and was willing to sell the three-headed dog at a price of 2,45 galons. As for why it was not an integer like 250, it was because according to the little boy, 2:5 was not an auspicious number in his eyes. ( The author is a Chinese. In China, two hundred and fifty is sometimes equivalent to cursing people with brain disabilities)
At this price, Haig was so happy that he grinned so much that he could stuff Flander's head into it.
"Pay the money, Hagrid." Flanders said to the simple uncle.
"Ah?" When Haig heard the words, he suddenly showed a difficult face.
"..." Flanders was stunned.
"You don't even have two hundred and forty-five kilograms, do you? Then you have to pay me for half a day!" A thin man wants to cry but has no tears.
"Well, I really don't have so much money." Haig said awkwardly.
Forget it. Good people should do it to the end. Flanders had no choice but to put his hand into his money bag.