However, in his opinion, Sergey did look like he came from a pure-blood family, and those Mudbloods who broke into the Muggle world did not have such temperament.
Sergey saw Joel turning his head and blinking at him and looking into his trouser pocket.
Pants pocket?
What's in your pants pocket...a magic wand!
Sergey's mind was spinning quickly and he took out his magic wand from his trouser pocket and said, "Clear water like a spring!"
Under Borgin Burke's horrified expression, a column of water shot out from the tip of his staff, shooting directly at the ceiling.
After the water hit the ceiling, a few drops of water splashed into Borgin Burke's mouth, which grew slightly in surprise. It was cool and sweet.
Borgin Burke is also a wizard who has experienced Hogwarts magic education. This "clear water as a spring" spell seems simple, but it is a combination of transfiguration and charms. The difficulty is to create drinkable clear water. Ordinary
Students will only learn it in the sixth grade, and it is a key part of the ultimate wizard examination.
(Excerpt from "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince": Seamus was immersed in longing, and he waved his wand a little too hard, turning the clear spring that was meant for the day's Charms assignment into a water dragon, and shot it to
It bounces off the ceiling and hits Professor Flitwick in the face.)
Looking at Sergey, who is only twelve or thirteen years old at most, he is already able to cast such a profound spell...
This forced Borgin Burke to believe that if Sergey had not been born into a pure-blood family and had been practicing magic since he was a child, he would have been an out-and-out magic genius.
Regardless of the outcome, Borgin Bock plans to establish a good relationship with him and increase the price of each set of books by 21 galleons.
The former has been rooted in the magical world for many years, with intricate relationships and unimaginable wealth. If, as Joel said, Sergey was expelled to the UK by a reclusive family, once he is re-accepted by the family, he will be able to bring Borgin to the world in the future.
·Bock’s income is more than just a few dozen galleons;
If he is a magic genius, then you can't offend him. Borgin Burke still remembers the handsome boy who was an intern in his shop fifty years ago. He was amazingly talented and proficient in black magic, and later became the man with the same name.
I can't say anything about this man. Fortunately, I treated him well at the time, and it was easy to get together when I resigned. Otherwise, with the character of the mysterious man, I would have died dozens of times.
It's just an extra 42 Galleons, which is nothing to him. He can even increase the price of selling it to the Malfoy family by 50 Galleons to make up for the loss, but in the eyes of Joel and Sergey, these Galleons are nothing.
It's a huge sum of money. Even if two people empty their pockets now, they can't come up with so many gold coins.
Borgin Burke pondered for a moment, "Okay, a set of books costs 210 galleons, so that's a deal."
"Do you want a Gringotts money order or cash?"
"Cash," Joel said.
The money order still had to be cashed at Gringotts, but Joel was too lazy to do such a thing.
"Cash." Sergey nodded.
"Please count, there are 100 gold galleons in a cloth bag. If there is no problem, I will accept the book?" Borgin Bock opened the drawer under the counter and took out four heavy gray small cloth bags.
Then an odd number of forty galleons was given to them.
Joel opened the gray cloth bag, and there were neatly stacked stacks of gold coins inside, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark room.
Joel was fascinated by the crisp sound produced by the stacked gold galons colliding with each other.
This is your first pot of gold to make a fortune!
"No problem." Joel and Sergey finished counting the galleons in their hands, and Borgin Bock carefully placed the two sets of books in the cabinet behind him.
"Do you need any other dark magic items?" Borgin Burke said in a cold voice, "I have everything here..."
"No need, thank you." Joel looked at the objects around him. They were a bit scary, and he couldn't arouse any interest in buying them.
"If there are any rare things in the future, we will come again." The two of them put the bag containing galleons into their arms, said goodbye to Bock, and left the gloomy store.
Mrs. Weasley was waiting for them outside with a child in one hand, her face full of nervousness. Ron and Ginny huddled tightly under their mother's protection, lowering their heads and staring at the stones at their feet, not daring to look.
The windows of black magic shops on the roadside are filled with all kinds of horrific skulls and animal and human torsos.
Joel felt warm in his heart when he saw this scene. It was too kind for a stranger he had never met to take two young children to protect your safety in the eerie Knockturn Alley.
"Mrs. Weasley, I kept you waiting." Joel dragged Sergey to Mrs. Weasley.
"It's okay..." Mrs. Weasley finally felt relieved as she watched Joel and Sergey walk out.
Ron and Ginny breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to leave this gloomy Knockturn Alley.
The group of people hurried back, during which time several wizards in black robes and black hoods cast malicious glances at several children.
"Madam, do you want a love potion? The effect is guaranteed to be excellent!" A man followed quietly.
"Get out of here!" Mrs. Weasley yelled, "Love potions are prohibited items!"
"If you don't want me to find people from the Ministry of Magic's Misuse of Magic Department to arrest you, then get out of my way!"
Mrs. Weasley's brown hair was fluffy when she roared, like a lioness protecting her cubs.
The man was startled and muttered something unwillingly, but he finally retreated obediently under Mrs. Weasley's sharp gaze that seemed to be murderous.
Several people returned to Diagon Alley without any hindrance.
Leaving the dark alley, they felt that the blue sky above their heads was much brighter, the people around them were bustling, and the chill in their hearts was dispelled a lot.
"Thank you for taking care of me, Mrs. Weasley." Joel thanked him sincerely.
If Mrs. Weasley hadn't protected them, he and Sergey wouldn't know what would have happened in Knockturn Alley.
From this point of view, verbal thanks seem a bit feeble.
"We..." Joel glanced to the side and thought of a good idea to thank him.
"Wait for us a moment!" Joel pulled Sergey and ran to Florin Fusco's ice cream shop on the street.
"Hello, please give us three raspberry ice creams!" Joel shouted.
A middle-aged man with a kind face and a pimple came out. He smiled and nodded at the two of them, holding a cone in his hand to scoop out ice cream.
"What are you doing?" Sergey asked doubtfully, his eyebrows knitting together.
"You..." Joel suddenly didn't know how to explain to him, "Mrs. Weasley has helped us a lot, we can give her some gifts."
"Wouldn't it be more straightforward to give Galleons?" Sergey tilted his head, "You don't know if they like raspberry ice cream."