Chapter five hundred and forty-five Boginbok and Quirrell
In Bojinbok's eyes, those outside were dressed in ragged clothes and could only deceive the new wizards who mistakenly entered here, or even the Muggles who mistakenly entered to bring new students to school.
Compared with himself, those wizards are just fleas, hopeless garbage trapped in darkness.
Pooh
Bojinbok spat, stopped acting for the guys outside, walked through a lot of messy magic items around him, and walked to the counter.
As a black magic shop that has been open for who knows how many years, Bojinbok does not rely on the daily business of the store at all. He mainly trades some prohibited items with some wizard families and dark wizards, earning money as a black middleman.
The price difference. Don't think that his price difference is not much. He is so evil that he dares to buy something at more than 10 times the price.
Doing this is not without risks. If you are caught by the Ministry of Magic, you will be fined a lot. If you are a powerful dark wizard, you may just use the Death Curse.
Not to mention that the business has always been there, the business that does not open for half a year and lasts for three years after opening is what Bo Jinbok likes most.
Knowing what his business was like, Bojinbok leaned directly on his counter and flipped through some weird newspapers such as today's Daily Prophet and the Quibbler.
At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Quirrell, who had almost rested, got up from the single room of the Leaky Cauldron. He rubbed his eyes and felt much better.
Spending a whole night searching for unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, constantly casting Disguise Spells and Apparitions, and making sure there are no accidents in the Forbidden Forest, it consumes a lot of energy and magic power. My condition in the morning was extremely poor.
, if Voldemort did not allow him to rest, he would most likely collapse on the road to Knockturn Alley.
Such a crazy night of casting, even three kidneys are not enough to overdraw the magic power. I hope that my master can recover some magic power and relax his requirements a little, otherwise I will have to take some health pills at such a young age.
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"Qi Luo, what are you looking at in the mirror? Why don't you go to Knockturn Alley?"
Seeing his host Quirrell in a daze, Voldemort was in a bad mood this particular night. His power was declining. He had been controlling Quirrell for so long with the Imperius Curse. If he couldn't replenish it, this fool might
It's time to wake up.
"It's the master, I'll go right away"
Quirrell was trembling and frightened. After hearing Voldemort's order, his body trembled. This was a conditioned reflex whipped out by the curse when he was controlled by Voldemort. He carefully checked the towel wrapped around his head to confirm that there was no
Any omission, Quirrell jumped from the window of the bar room.
In mid-air, Quirrell turned into a puff of black smoke, passed through the barrier arranged on the wizard street, and came to Diagon Alley. In an inconspicuous corner behind a certain magic shop in Diagon Alley. Quirrell walked from his
He took out a gray-black cloak from his pocket and covered his body. He also took out a mask to cover his mouth and nose, leaving only his eyes.
In order to prevent others from being discovered, he also deliberately changed the color of his eyes into eyes with a hint of red, as if he were a monster from hell.
In the wizarding world, unless you are a dark wizard or a dark wizard, take a shortcut from Diagon Alley to Knockturn Alley. Quirrell's dress is normal here, and no one will take a second look.
Passing over the dark wizards who were hawking on the street and preparing to trick wizards, Quirrell walked to the door of Borgin Bock. In the rise of Voldemort, Borgin Bock played a key role. He prepared a lot of dark magic materials for Voldemort.
, played a lot of assistants for his black magic training and career.
Bojinbok seemed to be very loyal to him, but in fact Voldemort knew that in Bojinbok's heart, only Jin Gallon could get a little bit of his loyalty, and Bojinbok would not be loyal to any of them.
Jingle Bell
The doorbell rang at the entrance of Bojinbok's Black Magic Shop.
The person delivering the gold Galleons is here. Bojin Bock put down the newspaper in his hand, with a smile on his face, he faced Qi, who was wearing a black cloak and could not see his face, and said with a smile, "Welcome to Bojin Bock's store, the things here are
It’s beyond your imagination. Dear guest, what do you want to buy? Let me first explain that our store follows the laws of the Ministry of Magic and there must be no prohibited items.”
Bojinbok does not sell black magic items. This saying is a joke in the dark wizard circle.
"Bojinbok, you made a good joke. If you stopped selling these things, there would be no dark wizards in the wizarding world."
"Ahem, cough, cough, if it's a guest's place, I wonder what the guest would like?"
Listening to Quirrell's hoarse and low voice, looking at the slight redness in Quirrell's eyes, and his dress, Bojinbok knew that Quirrell was a dark wizard and did not run away. Because the other person was not someone he was familiar with,
He guessed that he came here to buy something.
To be introduced to him, either as a fat sheep or as a role, Bokingberg braced himself and prepared to take it seriously.
"Unicorn blood, fresh"
The blood of unicorns needs to be fresh. Bojinbog couldn't help but squint his eyes. It is indeed a tricky business. It is not difficult to collect the blood of unicorns. The difficulty lies in catching it without killing it.
It's the case of drawing blood.
But this is not impossible. Killing a unicorn will be cursed. It is not difficult to find a group of dark wizards to knock out and trap a unicorn. As long as you can find these guys in the Forbidden Forest and do not disturb them.
The centaur community living there may be some powerful special magical creatures.
After considering the financial resources consumed by this transaction and the possible losses, Bojinbok revealed a high price to Quirrell: "800 gold Galleons 500ml"
"Bojinbok, you don't have the slightest sincerity in this. I'm not one of those fat sheep." Quirrell didn't do anything special and continued slowly, "For 500 gold Galleons 1L, you still have a lot to earn. If it doesn't work,
I hire my own people.”
"Oh, guest, you can't say that. I am taking risks when I hire you. Unicorns are important magical creatures protected by the Ministry of Magic. They also have magical powers. If they accidentally provoke some other magical creatures, they will be alarmed.
The Ministry of Magic is no joke." Borgin Bock tried his best to name some potential risks, hoping to let Quirrell know whether his price was inflated.
Naturally, Quirrell didn't know these twists and turns, but Voldemort did. He hinted that Quirrell used a special move by an old European dark wizard against Borgin Bock.
Bojinbok saw Quirrell move, and he knew what it meant. As a member of the darkness in the wizarding world, he understood some things and knew the consequences.