He couldn't help but reach out for it, but the next moment, Lady Allen slowly closed the small notebook, the gemstone seemed to flicker, bidding a reluctant farewell.
She gently placed the notebook on the counter, her hand still covering it, clearly not intending to push it toward Ron.
"You naive boy, it seems you still don't quite understand the rules of the Wizard World."
Her gaze was sharp like a hawk, fixing on Ron's eyes, her voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction:
"Knowledge carries weight, it can never be given freely. Things of value require equivalent exchange, this is an unchangeable law."
The slender finger painted with blood-red nail polish lightly traced circles above the notebook:
"Greedy demands without willingness to give is the beginning of countless apprentices' descent into corruption. So, before I bestow the Meditation Technique upon you, I need to determine if you are truly worthy of my... investment."
