Chapter 174: The Efficacy of the Spirit of Fortune

Mike really couldn't understand why Flitwick and his friends were so obsessed with the crown. They wanted to keep it even if it was just a fake after all the hard work.

Professor Flitwick obviously knew this, but he didn't ask Mike too much in this regard.

"When the crown is repaired, we will announce this to all members. I believe that all the members of Raven's Nest around the world will rush back to see the crown." Flitwick said with little stars in his eyes. "Of course, Raven's Nest is also very grateful to you, Mike. If it weren't for you, the crown would have stayed in that damn storage room until the end of the world, although it was you who broke it.

After discussion, everyone decided to give you a reward after the crown is repaired, and this is part of the reward."

Flitwick carefully pushed the small box on the table in front of Mike.

He looked at Flitwick with some uncertainty, and when he saw him nod at him, Mike followed Flitwick's example and carefully opened the box.

However, what appeared in front of Mike was another pendant.

The knot of this pendant is completely the most common metal, and its pendant part is a teardrop-shaped sealed glass container, which is full of transparent liquid and is emitting a faint golden light.

Mike was speechless for a moment. First it was the raven pendant, and now it is a pendant. Is it true that Professor Flitwick only gives pendants?

Flitwick saw that Mike was a fool, so he explained:

"This is the Lucky Potion, also known as the Lucky Potion. As the name suggests, its function is to improve the user's luck. The specific manifestation is probably that everything goes well and you can succeed in whatever you do.

But its effect is time-limited and cannot be used continuously, otherwise it will cause very serious side effects. You can only take a small sip each time you use it, otherwise it will make you arrogant.

Although there are so many restrictions, it is undeniable that it is indeed a very useful potion, and it can definitely give you a great help at a critical moment."

After listening to what Professor Flitwick said, Mike's eyes looking at the pendant have completely changed.

Of course, Mike knew what the Lucky Potion was, and he also knew how powerful the power of luck was. Just

look at Mike himself, he couldn't die, and an accidental death was just a journey to another world to start over.

In addition to Flitwick's explanation just now, Mike also knew a rumor about the Lucky Potion, that is, the Lucky Potion actually does not enhance the user's luck, but the user's social skills, magic skills, charm, physical strength, reaction ability and other abilities, and the enhancement is quite large, so it gives people an illusion that everything goes smoothly.

After all, if you are strong, everything will go smoothly.

Compared with the former, Mike hopes that the effect of the Lucky Potion is the latter. After all, Mike's luck is good enough now, and the Lucky Potion can only play a role of icing on the cake, while the latter is a timely help.

Mike still doesn't know which one the real effect of the Lucky Potion is, and he won't deliberately do experiments because it is too expensive.

That's right, even for Mike, who has a small fortune, the Lucky Potion is too expensive.

In fact, the regular market price of Felix Felix is ​​not high. One ounce (imperial liquid ounce, one ounce is about 28.4 milliliters) of Felix Felix is ​​only 2,000 gold galleons, but you can never buy Felix Felix with 2,000 gold coins in the market.

This thing is too difficult to make, and it is a priceless thing.

A bottle of Felix Felix of about 10 ounces was auctioned on the black market, and it was directly sold at a sky-high price of 280,000 gold galleons. This shows how crazy wizards are about Felix Felix.

"This... this is too expensive, right?"

Mike carefully held the pendant containing Felix Felix in his hand, and his level of caution was even more than that of Professor Flitwick at the beginning.

"It's not expensive at all, it's just a small gift. The real big head will have to wait until you go to Raven's Nest to claim it after the end of this semester."

At this point, Mike's heart also became hot. The benefits brought to him by the crown far exceeded his imagination. It seems that the big guys in Raven's Nest really attach great importance to the crown.

This is very beneficial to Mike. After all, scarce items in the wizarding world, such as the Felicia Felix, have all been monopolized by these big guys. Mike can take this opportunity to ask them for these items.

"Can I make my own request?" Mike asked when he thought of this.

"Yes."

"I want two house-elves. If not, one is fine."

Flitwick was stunned at first when he heard Mike's request, and then he laughed.

"Hahaha, no problem, Mike, two house-elves are just a piece of cake." Flitwick laughed heartily, "You may not know that many ancient big families allow house-elves to reproduce with each other, especially after the number of house-elves has dropped sharply, these families have increased the breeding efforts of house-elves, so your request is just a piece of cake."

Is it okay?

Professor Flitwick's words made Mike stunned. He thought that the number of house-elves was quite small. It turned out that those old pure bloods had already started to solve this problem.

And Mike also noticed that Flitwick just used the word breeding, which reminded Mike of the 'hey' people. Once upon a time, the big farmers in the United States also treated them like this. No, it should be them.

Although he felt a little sympathetic towards the miserable experiences of the house-elves, this emotion was soon diluted by joy. After all, Mike was also a vested interest. It would be hypocritical to insist that oppressing the house-elves was bad.

Mike was not a saint. He would not set up a vomiting association (house-elf welfare promotion association) like Hermione in the original book. Mike was more concerned that with the house-elves, he could run his own affairs outside the school more conveniently.

"Is there anything else you want? If this is your only request, to be honest, you are at a big disadvantage." Flitwick saw Mike wake up from his contemplation, so he asked.

Faced with Professor Flitwick's question, Mike almost thought of the answer in an instant. He had a limited understanding of the value of various items. Instead of choosing blindly, he might as well let Professor Flitwick help him choose.

"I don't know either. Or let the dean decide."

As if he knew that Mike would answer like this, there was no surprise on Professor Flitwick's face, only admiration.

The two foxes, one old and one young, smiled at each other, and everything was unspoken.