As soon as this person arrived, some people could tell that he was a newcomer by his unconfident steps and the angles of looking around and turning heads.
The former Mrs. White, now Freya Feir, carefully pulled down the hood of the robe, even revealing her chin reluctantly, as if she felt that the black wizard robe could bring absolute
A sense of security, just like hiding timidity can make you truly brave, so that you can take hesitant steps.
Now, Freya has the mission of selling wands.
But where to sell it? She didn't know, but she knew that she didn't dare to stop. The eyes of the wizards around reminded her of her dead husband. They were also full of malice, and there was an undisguised despicable nature inside. The combination was overturned.
Freya's comments from the outside world and these looks gradually became more extreme than those of Old White in Freya's opinion, and even made her waver - is it right to continue living a life with Old White?
Do you deserve that kind of life?
Freya's rationality made Freya clearly realize that getting rid of Old White's life was the right thing to do, but now the atmosphere of Knockturn Alley frightened her. She despised her own wavering and couldn't help but waver.
So what to do now?
Walking faster and faster, Freya wanted to pretend that she was familiar with the road in order to avoid trouble, but trouble not only wouldn't run away, but would come to her door by jumping - "Madam," a bald man with a face full of sores
Wu stopped Freya with a smile: "Are you alone? I think you need a guide, right?" He seemed to be quite decent and said: "We wizards are not many in number, and we need to help each other now, will you give us a guide?"
Is this a chance for me?"
Freya took a half step back, and immediately realized the weakness contained in this action. She felt that she needed to prove that she was not afraid, but she also realized that she would not refuse. After a moment of hesitation, the wizard had already
Stretch out your hand affectionately and take off Freya's hat.
"Go away!" Freya scolded.
These words made the wizard's hands tremble. He was shocked by Freya's confidence for no reason. He looked at the face hidden by the hat unconfidently and guessed the face underneath.
"Scabby man, you can't even deal with a newbie!" Another wizard in the corner spoke out. This one was wrapped tightly, not even an inch of skin was leaking. He was tall and had a deep voice: "You!" He said to Fu
Leia ordered: "Take off your hat and let me see your face."
The commanding tone made Freya lower her head. Before the tall wizard made any move, she raised her hand and grabbed the edge of the hood, confessing her cowardice with the weakest act of resistance.
This is how you accept things. You don't dare to fight back, you only dare to defend.
What is even more despising is the wand that almost fell off when I raised my hand.
"You... don't come over," Freya's voice became hoarse at some point, as if sand was squeezed out of her vocal cords one by one. She said, "If you get one step closer, I will... I will fight back.
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"I'm going to move forward -" the maniac wizard was no longer afraid. He felt that he had seen through Freya's strong outer part and middle part, and walked forward with a playful smile, wishing that he could shake off the pus in the sores with every step: "Ms.
, you can fight back, I will open my arms and come..."
Every syllable and every sentence exerts pressure simultaneously with the approaching figure. The deliberately rounded intonations echo over and over again, bouncing from the cochlea to the depths of the brain. Freya can hear every word clearly.
, but gradually could not distinguish the specific meaning. She suddenly thought of Old White sleeping in the bed, and remembered that she cast a spell on a life that could not resist. Such a fragile life, as long as you raise the wand and recite the spell, everything will be over.
It can be said to be a piece of cake - for most people, many things happen for the first time. When encountering problems in the future, there will always be one more option. This option will be the beginning of depravity and a sign of madness.
Leia is at the moment when she is ready to act. She knows that she must resist, and the method like dealing with Old White will definitely be done once and for all.
Freya gradually became excited about making others afraid. She thought she had grasped the key, so she let go of her hand holding the brim of the hat. What could make others afraid? Just like Old White, no one can say that he is afraid of him now.
Refutation, so the way to force these two wizards away is really simple. Freya wanted to laugh at herself a few seconds ago, but the next second, she thought of DeWitt again, the child she had raised for almost ten years.
Still waiting for my own financial support.
The wand made by DeWitt himself followed Freya's large swing of her arm and drew a beautiful arc, amplifying the invisible magic power, obeying the master's will, changing reality, and creating pale frost, "Whew—
-" With a sound, half of the bodies of the tall man and the scabby man were frozen together.
"You don't want to hear me use that spell." Freya's voice was still hoarse and even trembling. In the ears of the two wizards, it still sounded cowardly from the inside out. They quickly realized
When the status of the two parties was reversed, they never imagined that Freya would act so quickly, so decisively, and that she had such strong abilities—exquisite control and swift silent casting. Anyway, their levels were far apart.<
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"I warned you," she pointed her wand at the two wizards. She couldn't decide which one to aim at, so she had to swing it from side to side and said, "I warned you, right? But you didn't listen."
Admiring the panic expressions of the two wizards from under the hood, Freya confirmed their fear. She had always known the superiority of power, but she had never intuitively seen or experienced the intuitive expression of powerful power. Now,
She saw it.
The ditch on the edge of Knockturn Alley stinks, and there are discarded biological tissue fragments hidden in the mud. Freya's heart is racing, and the fighting blood surges up from the soles of her feet. Even after the battle is over, she is still wrapped up with a trace of blood.
Wave after wave of excitement washed over every inch of her heart. She raised her feet and put the two wizards into the drainage ditch. Freya turned around and left. She became much more comfortable and seemed to have courage.
Many people have witnessed all this, and the cost-effectiveness of bullying Freya has plummeted. The ability she showed has dispelled many people's evil thoughts. Even her mind has become organized and her pace has become smooth. Memories
Looking at the news about Knockturn Alley, Freya remembered a famous shop.
Bojin - Bok Store.
Not to mention the content of the store, the integrity and service of the operator, Bojin-Bock's store is indeed the star store of Knockturn Alley. Compared with some other stores, this store only has the shortcomings of ripping off customers and the owner's greed for money.
Generally, there will be no situation where a customer enters the store and never comes out, directly turning into black magic materials. Moreover, many famous pure-blood families have cooperative relationships with this store.
Iconic products or materials are displayed in the windows of these shops, ranging from animals to heads. The surrounding shops are more scary than Bojin's store, but Freya still walked into Bojin firmly.
-Blog Store.
The movement of entering the door was not small, and the movement caused definitely attracted the attention of the shop owner. However, the shop owner, Mr. Bo Jin, was still huddled behind the counter, playing with a jewelry box in his hand, holding his ordinary face, and did not even raise his head.
Reluctantly.
"Welcome," he may have muttered, "If you have anything to buy, go and see for yourself."
From the withered human hands to the skeleton covered with sallow tumors, to the crooked iron maiden on the wall, and the carved silver-handled hand mirror half hidden in the shadow, with a human face floating on the mirror... Freya borrowed
The confidence of defeating two wizards just now prevented her fear of these things from showing up. She pulled up her hat and stood at the counter and said: "I'm here to sell things."
"Sell?" Mr. Borgin snorted from his trachea. His almost nonexistent enthusiasm was completely gone, and he was still moving in the direction of impatience. He said: "What is it? Take it out? A wizard like you -
What good things can there be?"
Reluctantly touching the wand that she had just cooperated with, Freya put it on the counter with care. She said: "The wand I obtained by accident has special effects..."
Mr. Borgin interrupted her directly: "Is it a black magic item? Is there any curse on it?"
Freya said dryly: "No."
She was brought into Borgin's conversational rhythm.
"Then you should go to Diagon Alley and don't waste my time." Having said that, Mr. Borkin still stopped what he was doing, put on a pair of dragonskin gloves, twisted his wand, and waved it.
After releasing the magic, he threw the wand back on the counter, took off his gloves and said: "It's worthless, I don't see any special effects."
"But it exists," Freya tried to argue: "It obviously can..."
"I didn't feel anything," Mr. Borgin interrupted Freya again. He now raised his head, rubbed his fingers and looked at Freya, with a look of cunning or hypocrisy on his face.
Smile and say: "One galleon."
"What?" Freya felt that she heard wrongly.
"One galleons," Mr. Borkin repeated again: "You see, the origin is unknown and the quality is not guaranteed. No one knows whether this wand will suddenly lose control. What if it loses control during a duel?"
Freya was speechless. She opened her mouth and wanted to refute but couldn't.
"And the quality is average," Mr. Bojin said sincerely, as if the wrinkles in his smile were full of sincerity: "It looks like it's still a second-hand product - you just used this wand to fight those two mice, right? So?
, this wand is only worth one galleon."
Freya bit her lip and hurriedly reached out to take back the wand: "Then, then I won't sell it."
"Five galleons," Mr. Borgin realized that she was not joking, stretched out his hand to press the end of the wand and added a slightly shameless price: "I suddenly discovered that it is not useless. At least it has not been registered with the Ministry of Magic, but it can never be higher.
No one wants it, my friend, if the price is the same as Ollivander’s store, why should others choose you, right?”
Freya just shook her head firmly. She was sure of the price given by DeWitt. She couldn't do less than a knut, she could only have more.
Mr. Borgin took a breath with a hiss, pressed the wand again and refused to let go. His expression remained unchanged, and he did not look away. After a stalemate for a while, he gave up, put his hand back under the counter and said, "Too much."
Sorry, ma'am, is there anything else you need?"
"No," Freya was a little flattered by the change in Mr. Borkin's attitude. She replied humbly and quickly, hesitantly considering how she should respond. Just now, she noticed Mr. Borkin peeking at her appearance. Now,
He also forgot to be cautious, and finally said at a loss: "Then I'll... leave now?"
Mr. Bojin looked at her strangely, narrowed his eyes after confirming again, nodded reservedly and said: "Of course, you can do it yourself."
After coming out of the store, Freya fell into confusion again. It was impossible to go to Diagon Alley. No one there would choose a wand of unknown origin over a wand with a brand guarantee. Even if they did, it would only be
If you are greedy for cheap, you can't sell at a high price. What about the other shops in Knockturn Alley? One nearby sells pesticides, with a large number of pest corpses that have been destroyed by experiments in the window, and the other sells black magic materials.
It has nothing to do with wands.
It was easy to handle. Driven by simple thinking, Freya made a decision to ask one wizard and the other. But just after choosing a target, two people ran out from the alley next to the Borgin-Bock store.
The tightly covered wizard came over after spotting Freya, surrounded her from left to right, and said enthusiastically: "Madam, did you just come out of that old beast Borgin's shop?
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Freya wasn't sure whether the two had any malicious intent, but she quietly grabbed the wand and said, "Yes, what's the problem?"
"That's a big problem," said the one on the left: "Everyone in Knockturn Alley knows Mr. Borgin's history of taking advantage. You go to his store to..."
Will business come to you? Freya also became happy, she said: "Sell something, sell a magic wand."
"He must have given you the lowest price," the one on the right said, "Did you sell it?"
"No."
"Then he will raise the price slightly, which makes you feel lucky. Did you sell it?"
"Oh, of course not. I know the value of my things. It deserves more." Freya took out the wand from her robe and showed it to the two wizards: "This wand has special abilities..."
"Of course, of course," the one on the left couldn't wait, he lifted up his robe to block others' sight, and said more and more eagerly: "We can see at a glance that this thing is valuable, but I have to remind you, you have to be careful, it will tip over.
Someone will come and rob you in the alley at any time."
"This place is really not peaceful," the person on the right continued: "We are interested in your wand - you put it away first, and we will find a quiet place and we can definitely give you a price that satisfies you."
This time, the mission could be successfully completed, Freya thought happily, and followed the two wizards to a narrow alley not far away. When she reached the end, she took out her wand and asked: "This place is quite good."
Quiet, let's just trade here? Why don't you guys check it out first? I'm not lying, this and the magic wand are really great."
The faces of the two wizards hidden under their hoods showed smiles at the same time. They did not communicate too much, and did not even look at each other. The one on the right smoothly took the wand and said: "Thank you so much for your trust, madam."
,A good person like you..."
The man on the left took a few small steps behind Freya, pulled out his wand in the blind spot of Freya's field of vision, and suddenly uttered his favorite spell: "Heart-piercing and bone-cutting!"
The spell was released from the tip of the staff that was almost close to Freya's body. The light of the curse penetrated Freya's body with almost no flicker, causing tearing and twisting pain in every inch of blood vessels and bones, making her
Every muscle fiber in her body was tightened, and she lost control of her whole body. She staggered like a puppet with its strings cut off, and then fell to the ground, her limbs twisted, accompanied by high-frequency micro-twitches. p>
"You idiot!" The man on the right saw that Freya had lost the ability to resist, and subconsciously cursed: "Why do you use the Cruciatus Curse on someone who can resist?" He cursed and pulled out his wand and said: "Bo
Mr. Jin also needs to reach a cooperation with the producer of the magic wand..."
"Wouldn't it be enough to apply the spell again?" The one on the left responded irritably: "If it doesn't work, there is also the Forgetting Curse."
"I'm responsible for all the trouble, right?" The one on the right was not happy either, but still pointed at Freya who fell to the ground and chanted a spell: "Fall out."
It must be admitted that Freya's ability to quickly regain consciousness from the Cruciatus Curse was partly due to Old White. Of course, this cannot conceal Old White's sinful behavior, but it was the torture experience that allowed her to survive the unprofessional
He suffered the peak pain of the Cruciatus Curse and regained his mobility within two sentences of conversation between the two wizards.
When she fell to the ground, Freya's right hand was pressed under her body, and her left hand was spread out by her side. If she moved, she would be discovered, so she could only use her right hand to touch the wand she bought from Ollivander on her left waist.
.She kept squirming her fingers, moving her arms in small steps, and squeezed into the gap between her body and the ground.
The excruciating pain was still reverberating in his internal organs, so he had to fight against the weight of his torso to reach the wand. The rough ground definitely rubbed the skin on his palms, which was a diversion compared to the pain of the curse.
With small tricks, I moved little by little, and finally held the wand a second before the stun spell was cast.
After a "crackling" explosion, Freya's body disappeared from the spot, leaving the two wizards looking at each other, and then yelling curses.