"Ginny, don't look there!" Ron reached out and covered Ginny's eyes to prevent her from looking at the ugly and terrifying head.
"Ron, look, what a big black spider!" Ginny's clear voice was as cute as a lark.
Ron has been afraid of spiders since he was a child. When Ginny said this, his face turned pale and he jumped three feet high. "Where, where?" he asked repeatedly.
"There are no black spiders here, Ron!" Mrs. Weasley whispered.
"The Boginbok store is right in front!" Sergey whispered as he bumped Joel's ribs with his elbow.
Joel also saw the sign on the shop in front. There was a small skull hanging on the sign. The skull's eyes were glowing with green light. It looked quite scary in combination with the dark surroundings.
After explaining the situation to Mrs. Weasley, she insisted on waiting outside the shop to take them home, which moved Joel even more.
How lucky you are to meet such a warm-hearted person.
Joel and Sergey pushed open the door of Bojinbok's store. The interior of the store was extremely dark. There was no light in the huge room. The only light source was actually the collection in the store-all kinds of gems and gems.
The magical animal's eyes glowed coldly.
In addition, Joel also saw several head-sized black spider corpses. If Ron saw these things, he would definitely jump up in panic.
Most of the products displayed in the store are strange, and Joel speculates that most of them are dark magic items.
There was a thin man lying on the counter. His face looked very similar to the withered head that had just entered Knockturn Alley. His face was full of wrinkles, like a piece of dry tree bark.
"Good morning, gentlemen..." The man said in a sinister tone when he saw Joel and Sergey walking in.
"Mr. Borgin Burke?" Joel took out the book in his arms, ""The Magic of Chadwick", I wrote you a letter before."
Sergey also took out his own set of books.
"Ah..." Borgin Burke glanced at Joel and Joel, who were barely taller than the counter, and stretched out his slender spider-like fingers to take the book, "You two are younger than I thought."
"The reverse copying spell of the scroll is intact," Borgin Bock rubbed his fingers on the scroll and said in a feminine tone: "The entire set of volumes has no obvious damage, the pages are not yellowed, and they are well preserved."
Sergey breathed a sigh of relief. According to Borgin Bock, the value of this book should not be low.
"As for the authenticity of the signature..." Borgin Bock turned to the title page of the book and paused deliberately for a moment while looking at Chadwick's signature.
He looked up at Joel and Sergey and found that they were expressionless and not at all panicked.
What's going on?
Are these two children suffering from facial paralysis? Bojin Bock originally wanted to lower the price, but it seems he has to find another way.
Of course, Joel and Sergey would not panic. This was a reward given to them by Professor Flitwick, and it would definitely not be a fake.
Bojin Bok coughed, "You know there are so many imitation signatures on the market now..."
"There are also detection methods, otherwise how could those unique copies with the original author's signature sell for such a high price?" Joel said.
"Of course..." Borgin Burke laughed dryly, and the folds on his face were squeezed together.
He took out a pair of pince-nez that looked to be of some age from the drawer, put them on and studied the signature carefully.
Joel observed that the lenses of this pair of pince-nez were shining with a light blue light. He thought it was a treasure. Borgin Burke opened the title pages of each book back and forth, and then put away the pince-nez after ten minutes.
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He took a deep breath and said, "There's no problem with signing."
"How much are you willing to pay?" Joel asked.
"...How much do you want to sell it for? Please tell me the number." Borgin Bock looked at the two of them with his vicious-looking triangular eyes.
Joel and his eyes collided with each other, and they knew in their hearts that the most difficult battle to reach this deal had begun, and they had to work hard to win every Galleung.
Especially the first quotation is particularly critical, as it is related to the price bottom line of both parties to the transaction.
"The signed version of "Chadwick's Magic" sold at the New York auction five years ago was priced at 200 Galleons." Joel spoke first.
"That's right." Borgin Burke nodded and admitted.
"After Chadwick Butt passed away, fewer and fewer signed books remained in the world. Most of them were kept in the collections of major pure-blood families and were not exported at all. Moreover, Chadwick, as a student of Ilvermorny School in the United States,
The founder's main area of activity is naturally in the United States, and the number of books circulated in the UK is even less."
Joel's explanation was reasonable, "Things that are scarce are more valuable, don't you think?"
What he meant now was clearly heard by Borgin Burke. Joel wanted more than 200 Galleons.
"The essence of rare things is that there is competition in the market. If supply exceeds demand, prices will naturally rise. I admit that Chadwick Butt is a great magician, but he is not a famous one in the British magic world. He is willing to collect these books.
There are not many buyers, and with only his signature, the book cannot command a much premium."
Bojin Bok's brain was spinning rapidly. He did not treat Joel as a child. No one would underestimate the enemy in the face of money.
He has already planned the next family to sell to, the Malfoy family, they will definitely like this level of collections, so that the price he can sell it at will be appropriately higher... Anyway, the Malfoy family has so much money.
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"The market price is 3 Galleons a book, and a set of 7 books. If there is no signature, this set of books should be priced at 21 Galleons. I'll give you nine times the price. How about 189 Galleons?" Borgin Bock put forward his quotation.
From the very beginning of the price tug-of-war, Sergey stood aside with his arms folded. He did not have Joel's dexterous negotiation skills, nor did he understand the world of people.
Joel came forward, but Sergey was happy and at ease.
"210 Galleons, if I give you an additional 21 Galleons, this set of books will be yours," Joel suddenly laughed, "You have to think clearly, if we entrust someone from New York, USA, to conduct a book auction, I think this book will be yours."
The book will cost more than this."
"The reason why we don't hold auctions in the United States is because the United States on the other side of the ocean is the sad place for this friend next to me." Joel suddenly threw Sergey out. He was looking at the human specimens in the shop in a daze.
I was a little flustered when I heard my name.
"He..." Borgin Bock looked suspiciously and looked at Sergey, who was standing aside with a cold and indifferent temperament.
Sergey was wearing an ordinary wizard's black robe. The material of the robe could not be clearly seen in the darkened shop, but his temperament was quite similar to Lucius Malfoy, the head of the Malfoy family, whom Borgin Burke had once met.
The same arrogance.
"He comes from a reclusive family in the United States. His parents got into trouble and were exiled by the family to the distant UK. When he came, he brought some family heirlooms with him to sell them to make money to buy some daily necessities." Joel said.
A short sentence summarizes the plot of a novel that can be written in hundreds of thousands of words.
The person involved, Sergey, was shocked.
What kind of hidden family? Why haven’t I heard of it?