Vizette lived in an orphanage in his previous life and lacked a sense of security.
The simplest way to gain a sense of security was to fatten his wallet.
Although he currently had 500 Galleons to his name, he had to consider increasing income and reducing expenditure in order to prepare for the future.
He had not found an opportunity for increasing income yet, but cost-cutting could be implemented immediately.
In the magical world, books were expensive, with no single book costing less than one Galleon.
If he only had his student grant, he would have to spend nearly half of it just on textbooks.
Vizette checked the list and found all the textbooks he needed for school.
He immersed himself in books, and when he got hungry, he would nibble on a couple of biscuits.
The bookstore clerk stood at a distance and observed for a long time. Watching the boy carrying books back and forth, she curled her lip, her face showing impatience that was about to overflow.
She had seen too many customers who wanted to borrow books, and had mastered a set of techniques for "tailoring her approach to each customer's needs."
Old wizards, dressed in shabby clothes and weathered by life, were generally thick-skinned and hard to drive away with just a few words.
The Vizette before us was different; he carried a cauldron with him and was reading Hogwarts' first-year textbooks, clearly a freshman about to enroll.
The incoming freshmen were definitely more shy;
His clothes weren't particularly fancy either, so he couldn't be a child from a wealthy and powerful pure-blooded family;
Flipping through the textbooks again and again, probably just wanting to touch the new books, but if they really wanted to buy one, they would definitely choose a used bookstore...
A combination of factors led the shop assistant to approach Vizette.
"Esteemed guest, you've been here for most of the day. Would you like a cup of black tea?"
Vizette instinctively asked, "Black tea? How much?"
In his past life, he would also borrow books from others. In addition to selling books, the bookstore would also have a small coffee shop, selling drinks and desserts.
"Then you'll have to go next door!" The clerk pointed impatiently outside. "There's an ice cream shop there, you can go there!"
"Wait a minute..." The shop assistant's eyes suddenly widened, and cold sweat instantly broke out on her forehead. "Are you an Obscurial?"
Vizette was used to these people's reactions. He put the book back on the shelf and said, "Excuse me, I'll leave now."
He had already exceeded his goal, having memorized a large stack of books in his mind.
Since the staff had told him to leave, there was no need to stay any longer.
Hagrid had not returned yet, so he planned to go to Ollivanders wand shop first to get his hands on the most important wand.
"Don't say that..." The shop assistant waved her hands repeatedly, "Please continue... I didn't say anything! Please continue..."
"What happened?" A well-dressed, elegant middle-aged man walked over and stood between the two.
"Boss..." The clerk wiped the sweat from her forehead, "I just saw that this customer had been staying here for a long time, so I told him he could go sit in the cold drink shop next door."
"Is that so?" the bookstore owner murmured. "Esteemed guest, why don't we go upstairs and have a seat?"
Despite his doubts, Vizette followed the bookstore owner to the second floor.
The moment he stepped onto the second floor, the hustle and bustle of the first floor vanished, replaced by tranquility.
Clearly, magic had been applied here as well, creating an atmosphere different from the first floor.
The layout of the second floor was very sophisticated, with all kinds of furnishings looking old and full of classical beauty.
Vizette couldn't help but exclaim, "What a wonderful place to read!"
"Thank you." The bookstore owner waved his hand, inviting Vizette to sit down. "What would you like to drink? Would black tea suit your taste?"
Vizette was a little flustered, and nodded slightly, saying, "Of course!"
The bookstore owner spoke again: "I am Mr. Blotts, the owner of Flourish and Blotts. May I ask your name?"
"Hello Mr. Blotts, my name is Vizette."
"Their income is tied to the bookstore's sales, and sometimes they take inappropriate actions. I hope you can understand."
Vizette was filled with doubt. Why was the bookstore owner so nice to him?
"Of course I can understand." But he also knew how hard working was, so he waved his hand and said, "That clerk wasn't wrong. She really did ask me if I needed black tea."
Mr. Blotts took a sip of his black tea. "Oh? You really think... that's just the literal meaning of the sentence?"
"Yes, I thought there was a teahouse or coffee shop here for the convenience of readers."
"A teahouse in a bookstore? I'm very interested in this idea. Could you tell me more about it?"
Seeing Mr. Blotts's sincere attitude, Vizette nodded and shared his views on bookstores from his previous life.
Mr. Blotts was indeed listening attentively, and even waved his wand to produce a quill and parchment to write down what he said.
"Mr. Blotts, I must say from the bottom of my heart that the environment on the second floor is absolutely fantastic and would be perfect for hosting all kinds of book club meetings."
"Since you place more emphasis on the influence of the bookstore, having the staff take the initiative to provide services will undoubtedly improve the overall evaluation of the bookstore."
"Even if they don't buy books, they'll still order a cup of black tea and a dessert. Combined with the staff's service and the elegant environment, the bookstore's overall style is elevated."
"Absolutely fantastic!" Mr. Blotts exclaimed with a bright smile. "Actually, this bookstore is my family business, and I want to take it a step further and give it some of my own personal touch."
"Unfortunately, I haven't found a better way, and I've been stuck in the same place. But today, from your words, I've found a completely new path..."
"The idea of having staff provide excellent customer service and making customers realize that Flourish and Blotts is a special place is brilliant and I have benefited greatly from it!"
Vizette waved his hand repeatedly, "I'm glad I could help you. After all, I've been reading here all morning."
He was actually just passing along ideas; this model was quite common in bookstores in his previous life.
Mr. Blotts still thanked him, not only covering all his future textbook expenses but also reserving a private seat for him permanently on the second floor.
Whenever Vizette came to Flourish and Blotts to read, tea and desserts were all provided free of charge.
Mr. Blotts led Vizette to a small, shabby shop. "Vizette, this is the Ollivanders Wand Shop. Remember to come visit the bookstore often."
"If there's a chance…" Vizette nodded repeatedly, "Thank you for bringing me here."
Watching Vizette walk into the store, Mr. Blotts did not return to Flourish and Blotts, but instead turned into the nearby Florin Ice Cream Shop.
He walked briskly to the deepest part, where an elderly man with silver hair sat.
Dumbledore was eating candy, with a pile of lemon drops in front of him. "Mr. Blotts, you're here! What's your impression of Vizette?"
"A very bright child!" Mr. Blotts sat down with a radiant smile. "If it weren't for those reports, I would never have seen any trace of the Obscurial in him."
"He possessed a maturity far beyond his years, both in thought and character. Merlin's beard! You probably can't imagine, but I actually drew inspiration from him!"
"He gave me a brilliant idea that would allow me to leave my mark in family history... Maybe Bathilda will even remember it and write it into 'The History of Magic'!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Dumbledore asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "Could you tell me more about it?"