Chapter 278 Rice Is a Riddler

Les and Daphne rushed to the garden.

"There is no doubt that this is the treasure left by Helga Hufflepuff, one of the Big Four..."

From a distance, Les heard Borgin introducing the treasure he brought to Mr. Henry. When he heard the name of Hufflepuff, Les' heart skipped a beat.

"It's a complete set, which is quite difficult to collect. You see, the carving style of the cup and the inscription on the bottom are in line with the style of that era. According to my research, I think this may be the work of Helga Hufflepuff in her later years." Mr. Borgin said very confidently.

What is a bit unreasonable is that Borgin, a broker who engages in gray business in Knockturn Alley, almost never sells fakes, especially for these old pure-blood families.

He may increase the price, may lower the price when receiving the goods, and may be vague about the function of the items, but everything he said counts.

He can be sure that this set of cups is the relic of Hufflepuff.

"Why didn't the third cup survive?" Mr. Henry couldn't take his eyes off the cups when he first saw them. Although the Eagle Badger and Lion Badger cups were good, he cared most about the Snake Badger cup, but that cup was destroyed.

"That's why I'm sure this set of cups is genuine." Mr. Borgin smiled mysteriously: "As we all know, the great Lord Slytherin was persecuted by the other three founders in his later years for the interests of the pure-blood families and was forced to leave Hogwarts, so isn't it normal for the cup given to him by Hufflepuff to be destroyed?"

Borgin has long developed the ability to say what he wants to say to whomever he meets. Because he is now in Greengrass Manor, Salazar Slytherin is the poor man who was persecuted.

This conversation was clearly heard by Les. He smacked his lips and felt that this was probably something Hufflepuff had made a few days ago to earn living expenses.

As one of the parties involved in the story, he didn't remember Hufflepuff giving him such a gift anyway.

Daphne also heard the conversation between her father and Borgin. She glanced at Les, wondering what he thought of it.

"I can tell at a glance whether it is a relic from the Big Four era." Les said confidently.

"Then do you think the things Mr. Borgin brought are genuine?" Daphne asked immediately after hearing this.

"I don't know." Les smiled and gave a confusing answer.

Daphne: ? ? ?

Then she reacted: "Is this set of cups a fake?"

But to her surprise, Les shook his head again.

He really didn't know whether he should define this set of things as a fake, because they were indeed made by Hufflepuff, but this set of gifts had not been given out in time.

Les felt that even if he summoned all the antiquarians in the world here and argued for three days and three nights, he would not be able to reach a conclusion.

Mr. Henry finally noticed Les and Daphne standing not far away. When he saw Les, his eyes lit up: Who else is more suitable than this person to identify this set of treasures?

He was quite excited about this set of cups, but he always had some doubts: the relics of the four giants were very rare, and most of the previous ones were correspondence letters between the four giants and contemporary wizards. This time, three cups appeared at once, and it was a complete set...

Anyone would have grumbled.

"Les... you're here! Sit down!" Mr. Henry hurriedly asked Les to sit down.

Seeing Henry's enthusiasm for Les, Mr. Borgin's eyes flashed with a gleam: he remembered this kid very well. How come he is so familiar with the Greengrass family now?

After Les sat down, Mr. Henry looked at Les with expectant eyes, and the meaning was self-evident. Les felt that he also needed to help Henry - he should help him for his warm hospitality in the previous month.

"How much do you plan to sell this set of cups for?" Les planned to listen to the offer first.

"Three thousand gold galleons, this is a very fair price."

Les:...

Your cup is gold... Oh, it's really made of gold, but it's too expensive!

Just by looking at Les's expression, Mr. Borgin knew that he thought the cups were too expensive. He immediately defended himself-

"These are not just three ordinary cups, they are also magical cups, please see--" Borgin took out his wand and summoned a stream of water.

The water was poured into the first cup and turned into wine, poured into the second cup and turned into beer, and poured into the third cup and turned into something similar to vinegar.

Les's face twitched.

Mr. Borgin looked at the two people with a look of "See, I didn't lie to you."

"Three thousand Galleons, only a wealthy family like Greengrass can afford it." Les said with a smile.

Mr. Borgin didn't say anything, just looked at Mr. Henry, he was confident in his treasure.

Mr. Henry was very entangled. He didn't understand why the ancestor didn't want to say it clearly. Was he afraid of offending Borgin? Don't make a fuss, he wasn't afraid of this broker.

Les was also entangled: because the definition of this thing was too complicated.

After thinking for a long time, he decided to give the decision to Mr. Henry.

"If you are willing to spend 3,000 Galleons to buy these three cups, of course you can, they are indeed made by Hufflepuff."

Mr. Henry narrowed his eyes: he heard something strange in the tone of his ancestor. So even with Rice's endorsement, he still politely asked Mr. Borgin to leave his manor.

"My lord, this is..." After Borgin left and Daphne returned upstairs, he threw his inner doubts to Rice.

"That is indeed the work of Hufflepuff, but it is not as mysterious as he said. It is completely mass-produced goods and is not worth 3,000 Galleons. There are a lot of such things in stock. If you want, I will get you a few." Rice suspected that Borgin spent 300 Galleons when he bought the gold cup from Helga?

Mr. Henry understood it now, and couldn't help but thank him repeatedly.

Rice waved his hand: Mainly because he didn't want to see Henry spend money in vain, let Borgin take this cup to cheat the rich!

After Henry left, Rice couldn't help but stretch himself: this was to repay Henry's favor for entertaining him a while ago. He was a little bored living in the manor, and he wanted to go out for a walk.

Where to go? This is a good question.

Then the figure of Harry emerged in Rice's mind: that child, carrying the "magic of love" left by his mother, and this magic of love has also derived very wonderful applications.

He wanted to go to the scene to observe this legendary magic.

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The first update is here, the second update will be a little later, so get up tomorrow morning to read it