Chapter 138: The Meaning of Nether Energy

And now, George is using the greatest creation and the greatest discovery of the magical world for nearly a thousand years. The most cutting-edge and core power "Nether Energy" does a very low price.

He is using Nether Energy to copy a best-selling novel in the Muggle World. Not only is he doing this, but Kate who is with him has to be her coolie. She was also forced to learn to master the phantom energy, and was forced to complete a ghost novel.

"What we are doing now is to make ghost books and then make adventure novels?" Kate's eyes were all incredible. She had thought about it a lot, and thought that George would pull her as a coolie.

She has sorted out George's notes for a long time, sorted out various materials, sorted out various books.

She also helped George suggest improvements to the spell, and discussed together the ideas and ideas for the development of the spell. She coached students in a mutual aid agency, and she helped Harry train them.

But she never expected that George would let her learn to make ghost adventure novels this time.

"What's the point of this?" She really felt a sense of powerlessness when railguns hit mosquitoes and killed ants.

"Should we continue to study such a major discovery as ghosting? Shouldn't we look for similar spell comparisons? Shouldn't we develop more applications?"

"Why suddenly changed to writing adventure novels, writing novels, what style of painting is this, what is this style? Long? Wind? Wen?, w◇ww.c≌fwx.n★et play? What the **** is this? "

George looked at Kate with a look of hatred for iron and steel, and said to Kate, "So you still don’t know the importance of money. Everything you say is important. But these are not things that can be done in a few months. What inventions and creations are there, you have to ask the first time. What can it be exchanged, and where can it make money."

Kate still asked puzzledly, "What are you going to make from the ghosts? They don't even have an extra piece of clothing."

"As a qualified businessman, the geese must pull down a few hairs when they fly by. The ghosts have no money, they can trade news, they can ask for news. Anyway, their least valuable is time." George said categorically. He is the most valuable now. The lack of time, and then the lack of useful information.

He hung up on the acquisition mission for a long time in Knockturn Alley, but there was no news at all. It can only be said that the magic world is indeed a world where money can't buy good things.

Wizards do not play with luxury goods, are monogamous, and do not compare. Do not buy sports cars, do not buy yachts, prices in the key wizarding world are still terribly low.

Just like the Weasleys before, they were so poor that they could feed seven children to Hogwarts. People like Hagrid can feed themselves by looking for a vegetable plot or a forest.

In this case, things that are really better are not even visible in the market. The economic development of the wizarding world and the gold worship index are far from satisfying a local tyrant who wants to spend money to buy good things. He has given up his plan to buy good things through money in the wizarding world.

In this case, there is a group of people who have no longevity and their time has no value at all. What they want, only George can make.

In this case, if you don't crush them to death, how can you be worthy of George's reputation as a profiteer. Although they were already dead, how could George not be satisfied if he didn't use this to probe the way of ten or eight phoenixes.

On Saturday morning, after Malfoy got up, he moved his body and had a pleasant meal.

He was still wearing snake blood, and spent some time meditating to adjust his state. He didn't leave the dormitory with a relaxed look until he felt he was full of energy and in his best state.

Today is a Quidditch match against Gryffindor. The stupid Porter will soon be beaten by him. This is a result that has not been achieved in many previous confrontations. When he thought of this, Malfoy felt enthusiasm, and the calmness brought about by meditation was slowly dispelled.

He made a lot of preparations for this matter today. Not only last year, I had a good relationship with the team members. In the summer vacation, he was also approved by his father Lucius by taking practical actions. Only then did he add seven light wheels to Slytherin 2001 at the beginning of school.

These are all for today, and now he is about to start reaping results. He successfully turned the Quidditch game into a duel between him and Harry, and he was already pretty sure.

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly flashed with an astonishing fierceness, just like the eyes of an eagle.

He wore a neat and close-fitting Slytherin uniform, which was specially modified by tailors by hand. All the details fit his body shape perfectly, allowing him to move freely and easily. And because he is in the developmental period, such completely close-fitting clothes will be replaced and re-sewn every two months to avoid any unfitting of the clothes.

In the Slytherin lounge, the teammates are very relaxed. They know their strength and they have the confidence to match their strength.

In their view, they are not thinking about winning or losing at all, but how to win wonderful and how to win beautiful.

Flint started the pre-match encouragement, he was burly and looked a little like a monster. If someone despises him because of this, he will only be very happy, and after defeating his opponent, he will leave the most humiliating memory to the opponent. Not only is he not stupid, it can even be said that his brain and cunning are not lost to any wizard.

"We are going to deal with Gryffindor's tortoise today." Flint smiled slyly. "It's not bad to be able to scare the stupid lion into a tortoise."

The Slytherin players burst into laughter, and the whole team was filled with a relaxed and happy atmosphere.

"The tortoise may be able to fight the lion but the tortoise can't resist the poisonous snake. Their tortoise shell is just riddled with holes in front of us." Flint has already made arrangements. "Try to get from the opposing female players Start there."

The Slytherin team snickered evilly, with an evil light in their eyes.

"I won't say anything about cheering, winning, winning over them." Flint straightened his face. "What I want to say is, run over, we have no opponent in our eyes, we only see victory in our eyes, fun, overwhelming Victory."

"Crush, crush." ??Slytherin players never lack the desire to win, they will do whatever they can to win.

Flint turned his head and faced Malfoy, "Malfoy, your task is to drag Potter first, and don't let him catch the Golden Snitch. We can play slowly and win hundreds of points, but if there is no way, Then immediately grab the Golden Snitch before him."

"He won't have any chance." Malfoy thought with a smirk, "Winning by a few hundred points, it seems like a good idea."

(To be continued.)