Finish the wine in your hand.

Flitwick took Harry to Ragnak's blacksmith shop.

Walk out of the village and go to an abandoned hut next to the cemetery.

There was a wooden sign next to the hut.

"This place is dangerous, no entry allowed." Next to the text, there is a picture of a hound.

Flitwick pulled out his wand and tapped the hound on the head, "Filius Flitwick and Mr. Harry Potter wish to visit Ragnak's Workshop."

The hound wagged its tail.

There was a slight fluctuation of magical power, and a door appeared out of thin air behind the sign.

Flitwick led him through the door.

"Ragnak, you should explain this amount of money!" An elf held the account book and looked arrogant.

"Eleven Silver Sickles, just eleven Silver Sickles!" Ragnak pinched his waist and glared at the goblin in front of him, "Hey, don't forget, you are also a goblin."

The goblin straightened his back and said proudly: "Hey, I'm not an ordinary goblin."

"I am currently working as a clerk for the Ministry of Magic, the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, the Goblin Liaison Office, the Office for the Disposal of Rebellious Goblins, and the Ragnak Special Office. I receive a salary of 11 Galleons from the Ministry of Magic every month!"

Regnark stared at it fiercely: "How dare you, you shameless scum, how dare you say those words!"

"The Office for Dealing with Rebellious Goblins?" The goblin tilted his head, somewhat puzzled.

Harry clarified for him: "It says Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

The goblin nodded indifferently.

Ragnak cast his fierce eyes upon Harry again: "It was he, not it!"

"How much does it cost to have Ragnak make weapons now?" Harry ignored it and looked at the other goblin.

The clerk's ears moved: "It depends on what kind of weapons you need."

"The same sword of Gryffindor as Harry Potter's, twenty Galleons each."

"If you want the dustproof spell, you need to add five more Galleons, and if you want to add gems, you need to add another ten Galleons..."

What kind of weird business is this?

Regnarc looked unhappy.

Harry was stunned and waved his hand to interrupt him: "I am Harry Potter."

The clerk raised his head, his eyes burning: "Are you Harry Potter? The sword of Gryffindor is in your hand? I wonder if I have the honor to..."

"I can provide the main materials, a set of leather armor and a bone sword." Harry interrupted him again, "How much does it cost?"

The clerk answered promptly, "If it is an apprentice-level craft, it will cost one Galleon for the processing fee."

"The mastery level is five Galleons."

"Master level is ten Galleons."

Harry nodded: "I want the best."

The clerk added: "Of course, you will also need to bear the cost of the auxiliary materials needed in the manufacturing process."

"But don't worry!"

"The special clerk for Ragnak, Goblin Hawke, will supervise him for you and ensure that he will not hide anything, steal, or embezzle anything."

Ragnak sneered and turned his head away: "Hey, little human wizard, I remember you asked me to wear a set of leather armor just last year."

"Even if it's just troll skin, my craftsmanship is very good. It's impossible for me to finish it in one year..."

Harry waved his wand.

The robe slipped off his body, revealing the leather armor beneath.

Bumpy and weathered.

Traces of corrosion, burning and heavy impact are clearly visible.

"Is the practical training at Hogwarts so fierce now?" Ragnak was shocked and turned to look at Flitwick, but he could not see any expression on the face of this human-goblin.

Harry nodded: "This year's second-year graduation test is to kill a basilisk."

"Basilisk?" Ragnak raised his voice. "That's a 5X-level dangerous creature. How can a second-year wizard ..."

Flitwick raised his hand and pushed Harry's thigh. "Don't tease him. Ragnak is not very smart. He will take it seriously."

"Flitwick!" Ragnak gritted his teeth, snorted, and continued, "I thought about it a long time ago. Even the best goblins at that time couldn't kill a basilisk when they were underage, let alone a human little wizard?"

"Forget it. If you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask."

"What are you going to use to make the leather armor this time, or the giant monster..."

Harry interrupted him, "Use the basilisk skin."

Ragnak waved his hands: "Don't lie to me again, little wizard, it's useless..."

Harry waved his wand.

The suitcase flew over and landed in front of Ragnak. It opened with a pop, revealing what was inside - a whole neatly folded basilisk skin.

A basilisk spine that is more than one meter long, and a basilisk fang that glows with a cold luster.

"Snake... Basilisk?" Ragnak's voice trembled. "The width of this skin and the length of its teeth must be at least five hundred years old. Where did you get it from?"

"Killed." Harry answered simply.

Ragnak looked at Flitwick and saw him nod. His eyes became more panicked. "Flitwick, you can't fool me. You humans are too cunning."

"But I cannot hide it from my great Ragnak."

Harry flicked his wand and snapped the box shut. "How much material do you need?"

"Five meters, no no no, eight meters. I want eight meters of basilisk skin." Ragnak pinched his fingers and became excited. "That one spine is not enough. I need another one."

"Where are the basilisk eyes?"

"That's the most important material..."

"Mr. Potter," clerk Hawke interrupted, "what kind of leather armor do you want to make?"

"Body armor, leg armor, gloves, shoes." Harry described. "The sword must be a two-handed sword."

Hawke nodded, and with a snap of his fingers, parchment and quill flew over and began to record automatically: "Three meters of snake skin will be enough."

His words were cold and heartless, shattering Ragnak's fantasy.

"Hawk!" The old goblin gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

Hawke puffed out his chest proudly: "I have to be responsible for the wizards. I can't let you ruin the reputation of goblins. We only do the most fair business."

"If I were to fight with a two-handed sword, that one spine would be more than enough, and there might even be some left over."

"I will supervise and grind the remaining snake bones into powder and send it to you."

At this point, he paused and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Potter, where are you living recently?"

"At my house," Flitwick replied.

Hawke frowned, a little disgusted: "Oh, Lord Potter actually lives in the home of a half-elf like you? Well, you are indeed a qualified professor to the wizards."

"I will check the supporting materials needed later, make a list and send it to you for review."

Regnarc didn't dare to speak. He picked up the hammer, picked up a piece of pig iron, and started hammering it hard.

Wait until you walk out of the blacksmith shop.

Harry looked back: "This is incredible."

Flitwick nodded in agreement, "Yes, but there are many goblins like Hawke. They are called house-elves without owners."

"I mean the replica of the Sword of Gryffindor. From what he said, it seems that everyone who comes here is buying this." Harry shook his head, sounding puzzled.