Chapter 162 Chapter 161: Return to Diagon Alley, overturned and frightened
Inside the old room.
An old-fashioned hanging fan rattled on the ceiling.
The blades of the fan are covered with dust from the years, and each rotation raises tiny bits of dust, which slowly fall in the dim light and cast a hazy and nostalgic filter on the entire room.
"I remember being here."
Ian's figure busily shuttled around the corners of the room. He turned over the debris on the table, sometimes bent down to look under the table, and sometimes stood on tiptoes to reach the old box high up.
Seeing the little wizard running around the room not knowing what he was doing, Lupine gradually woke up from his extremely unbelievable mood, and he asked Ian in confusion.
"What are you looking for?" Lu Ping could not fully wake up from the unreal feeling of what Ian had done to actually obtain the land deeds of so many shops.
That was a letter from the Twenty-Eight Holy Clan. Although he didn't know which family the letter came from, he still couldn't imagine how Ian obtained such a jaw-dropping wealth from the Twenty-Eight Holy Clan.
Lu Pingke thought that he had done a very detailed background check on Ian. This was just an orphan from the Prince family who ended up in an orphanage after his family fell into ruin!
For the Holy Twenty-Eight Clan, they only have some win-win value at most. Although a pure-blood family has a rich heritage, it is too unbelievable to use a "money printing machine" like a Diagon Alley shop to buy people's hearts - and giving away There were more than one or two shops outside, and Lu Ping felt his vision blurred when looking at the thick stack of land deeds.
I almost shed tears.
A poor guy like him can't even afford to rent a toilet in Diagon Alley. The only reasonable explanation Lupine could think of was that the Prince family had established a contract with some families of the Twenty-Eight Holy Clan.
It still has magical effect, and the contract has to be fulfilled by the twenty-eight sacred tribes. Otherwise, due to the nature of the twenty-eight sacred tribes, even if they owe others something, they will always find a way to repudiate the debt.
"Of course I'm looking for a symbol of my identity." Ian's answer made Lupine slightly stunned. He thought about it for a long time before looking at the conspicuous wand on Ian's waist.
"Isn't the symbol of your status on your waist?" He felt that Ian might have encountered the dilemma of being under the light, but his words did not make Ian stop searching.
"I'm not talking about the wand."
Ian dumped all his childhood toys on the ground, including broken diggers and little soldiers with missing arms and legs. Most of these things were broken by his younger brothers and sisters.
"Actually, I don't think you should put your wand in such a conspicuous place." Lupine reminded Ian. He knew how many thieves there were in London.
Although thieves may not know what it is, they will not hesitate to do anything casual to thieves. He has seen poor wizards whose wands were stolen by Muggle thieves.
"I cast a confusion spell on it, so Muggles won't know there's anything there." As a low-class orphan, Ian certainly knows the security situation in London better than Lupin.
"You did magic outside the school?"
Lupine raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“I’m practicing every day.”
The little wizard spoke out about his hard work and self-discipline.
"You were not arrested by the Ministry of Magic! They didn't even send you a warning letter?" Lupine was in disbelief. He was very aware of the measures taken by the Ministry of Magic to restrict young wizards.
The Ministry of Magic uses trace wires to monitor the behavior of young wizards.
Trace Silk is a tracking spell that is more advanced than the tracking spell. It is mainly used to locate the location of underage wizards and detect magical activities within a certain range around them.
Some people say that the wand is tampered with, while others say that the trace is a magical contract hidden in the admission notice. When accepting admission to Hogwarts, it will automatically be monitored by the Ministry of Magic.
These are the guesses of most of the students who have touched the rules and made mistakes. No one knows the facts. Even today, many adult wizards still don't know how the "tracing thread" works.
"I think they were busy dealing with other things. Didn't you hear that the Minister of Magic went to Hogwarts once and then developed Dumbledore's phobia?"
"My roommate told me that the Minister of Magic is now worried about being poisoned by Dumbledore when drinking water, and has trusted people check every corner of the Ministry of Magic repeatedly every day."
"They didn't have time to deal with their own suspicious minister, so they still had to supervise a young wizard." This was Ian's opinion. He actually wondered why he wasn't approached by the Ministry of Magic. To be honest, Ian also failed to understand how it works.
"Oh, an official obsessed with power. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is impossible for Dumbledore to use poison to bring down a minister."
Lupine spoke with a hint of disdain in his judgment. If Ian remembers correctly, Lupine is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix and has absolute loyalty to Albus Dumbledore.
"Who says it's not?"
Ian also agreed with Lupine on this matter.
"If you ask me, Fudge's understanding of himself is really..."
As he spoke, he bent down and got under his bed. However, just as his body was halfway in, his voice suddenly stopped and his whole body stopped moving.
The red soul fire illuminated Ian's face.
He and the black-robed skeleton hiding under the bed stared at each other under the dark bed board.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
After more than ten seconds of silence.
"Wow~"
The black-robed skeleton didn't know if it was worried about someone outside. It belatedly raised its two skeleton "claws" and kept its voice very weak when trying to intimidate Ian.
"..."
The little wizard felt that this ghost must be mentally ill.
He looked at the empty head of the black-robed skeleton.
oh.
No brainer.
That's okay.
"What's wrong with you? Are you stuck under the bed?"
Lupine, who was standing in the room, saw the lower half of the little wizard's body exposed, motionless and stiff under the bed for a long time. He was also quite enthusiastic about coming forward to provide help to Ian.
"No! I'm fine! Don't touch me!" Ian immediately squirmed backwards like a snake and got out. He stood up in a hurry and stopped Lupine from trying to squat down to talk to him.
He was already quite misunderstood by Lupine. If Lupine saw that he was still raising his bones in the room, God knows what kind of report Lupine would make to Albus Dumbledore.
Although Ian didn't think Albus Dumbledore would come to trouble him, he still thought it would be better not to disturb Albus Dumbledore and Grindelwald's holiday time during the holidays.
"Why do you look a little nervous?"
Lu Ping's expression didn't show much doubt, because he had his own judgment and speculation, "I think a little guy your age must be hiding some 18-ban magazines under the bed."
This may be Lupine's perspective and opinion as someone who has experienced it. He looked like he had understood what Ian was panicking about. It can only be said that the standard thinking mode of Gryffindor boys may be like this.
"Uh, yes, that's right, I also have my own privacy..." As a healthy young man, Ian actually didn't want to admit such slander.
However, in order not to expose the black-robed skeleton, he could only grit his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, admitting that he was a pervert [not entirely accurate fact].
Um.
Just like the nouns "to be employed", "preparing for employment" and "staged employment", in order to describe his body shape, the little wizard invented a new conceptual word.
"It's a little too early for you to be exposed to those things at your age, but it's not surprising. People who mature early become masters early." Lu Ping patted Ian's shoulder with a very understanding attitude.
The little wizard forced an awkward yet polite smile.
"What are you looking for?"
Lupine finally returned to normal conversation, which made Ian secretly relieved. When he left the bed, he pulled some of his sheets down to cover the space under the bed.
Lu Ping saw this scene in his eyes, but he didn't feel any curiosity in his heart. After all, when it comes to unhealthy magazines, he collected a lot of them in his suitcase when he was wandering.
They are also the kind of magazines that are popular in the wizarding world.
He didn't like Muggle magazines like the Daily Girl.
"I've said it all...it's a status symbol."
Ian started rummaging again, and he finally found what he was longing for in his shoe box - a chain of keys that exuded sparkling gold. Although the gold surface has some paint peeling off, it does not prevent the modern industrial Hex layer from giving it a shine even brighter than gold.
"This is just right!"
Under Lupine's confused gaze, Ian hung all the keys on his keychain, and then hung them to the most conspicuous position on his waist.
“Ding ding ding rang~”
Ian was still running around the room, and the sound from his waist was extremely clear and eye-catching. The satisfied expression on his face made Lupine want to hit someone.
"You look like a nouveau riche."
Lupine complained in a somewhat speechless tone.
"I'm a nouveau riche." Ian's sincerity left Lupine speechless. Sincerity is really a surefire skill. Lu Ping doesn't know what to complain about even if he wants to complain a few more times.
"You are quite honest..."
He could only make a somewhat dry comment.
"You are the first person to see my inner qualities. You are very discerning. I have packed the wolfsbane potion you are going to use tonight." Ian's main purpose is to prevent Lupine from causing harm to the orphanage. Although he also saw a special iron cage in Lupine's room, he still couldn't let Lupine take the risk of drinking Wolfsbane-flavored "soda".
The word "taste" needs to be emphasized.
"It's too late for you to get over it now, isn't it?" Even though Lu Ping said so, it could be seen that he was still quite moved, but the expression on his face showed that he was very troubled.
Not only did he feel that it was too late to brew the medicine at this time, but he was also worried that Ian might secretly add something "experimental" to the medicine.
It's not that Lupine is timid.
He is from Gryffindor after all.
Mainly, he was shocked to read the diary about the werewolf transformation plan.
"Of course I have ready-made medicine, otherwise I wouldn't tolerate you staying at my house." Ian said as he took out a bottle of wolfsbane potion that was quite effective.
This potion comes from the fifth time cycle. After he noticed that the effectiveness of the medicinal materials was greatly lost, he prepared many potions that he planned to sell in Knockturn Alley.
certainly.
Although the efficacy of the medicine was greatly reduced, it was still a real magic potion. The group of profiteers in Diagon Alley really gave Ian a new understanding of profiteers.
"Although the effect is not as good as my uncle's potion, it is definitely similar to the potion in the regular pharmacy in Diagon Alley. They will also mix some demulcents into the potion and sell it."
Ian is well aware of the principle of no-business, so he also knows that regular stores will also adulterate, but not much, or they may use some raw materials that are about to expire.
Speaking of which, the potion he made using the lost medicinal materials was equivalent to eight pounds or two.
"I will find a way to get some money to give you." After Lu Ping's expression was tangled for a moment, his inner struggles and struggles could not suppress his need for the Wolfsbane potion.
no way.
Even if he finds a remote place to transform, it is very likely that innocent people will be affected, not to mention that there are not many remote locations around London where he can transform.
Many werewolves have psychological problems, and most of them are because of this. They feel guilty, guilty and painful because they accidentally hurt passers-by, and eventually gradually become psychologically distorted and abnormal.
This is one of the reasons why many wizards think werewolves are crazy.
"Do you think I am someone who is short of money?" Faced with Lupine's awkwardness and shabbiness, Ian directly showed the Dragon King's crooked mouth and jingled the big bunch of keys on his waist with one small hand.
"..."
Lupine was a typical person who was soft-handed and short-tempered. The corners of his eyes twitched and he resisted the urge to complain - he felt more and more that Snape's nephew simply didn't look like a Ravenclaw.
True.
There are also people in Ravenclaw who like to show off, but that kind of showing off style is obviously different from Ian's. Ian's showing off style reminds him of the Slytherin he hates the most.
Thinking like this.
See the wolfsbane potion in your hand.
"But, then again, Slytherins rarely have such a helpful character." Lupine still subconsciously defended Ian in his heart, which may not be necessary.
This is Gryffindor.
They may hate certain groups and dislike certain types of people, but they will never deny others' help to them, so Lupine feels that Ian's character is not annoying at all.
It's just that it's a little difficult to adapt for a while.
"Okay, you took my things again, you have to send me to Diagon Alley." Ian immediately tried to make a fool of himself after seeing Lupine put away the Wolfsbane potion.
Lu Ping was slightly startled by his words.
"Are you going to inspect your shop?"
He seemed to have seen Ian quarreling all over the street.
"Otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight. You've never made such a windfall and you don't understand how it feels." Ian's extremely sincere response made Lupine want to take back his previous opinion.
Sometimes this little wizard seems quite speechless... Although it is indeed the truth, it is precisely because it is the truth that Lu Ping feels extremely bitter inside.
"Don't you have a phoenix?" Lu Ping was actually not unwilling to take Ian there, he was just curious about why Ian didn't use a more convenient method of movement.
"My phoenix can only take me to the places it has been, and it is only a few months old. It has obviously never been to Diagon Alley with me." Ian shrugged helplessly.
"No wonder its cry is so weird." Lu Ping had never seen a real juvenile phoenix, so he figured out the reason for the black phoenix's infiltrative cry on his own.
"There is a fireplace in my room."
After looking at Ian's waist again, he immediately responded as promised, but this response made the little wizard feel quite confused.
"Can Floo Network be used in our orphanage?" He sounded a little surprised. You must know that Floo Network not only requires application, but also requires strict review and approval.
Its existence also requires certain fees to be paid on a regular basis - Ian doesn't believe that people who are reluctant to buy clothes will have so much extra money to maintain Floo Network services.
"Of course it works."
While answering Ian's question, Lupine took Ian out of this room that contained unknown things but he didn't know it, and walked towards the room that he specially selected and cleaned for several days before tidying up.
"In fact, you are not the first student in your orphanage to go to Hogwarts, but the last student who walked out of here was extremely talented."
"He remodeled the room he lived in and illegally connected to the Floo network in some way, allowing us to designate a certain store in Knockturn Alley."
Lupine told the reason, but did not name Voldemort's identity. Perhaps he was afraid that this kind of thing would add unnecessary psychological pressure to the young wizard.
He also has a delicate side in some places.
But... the little wizard actually has a clear mind.
"Oh! As expected of my senior!"
He sincerely expressed his admiration for Voldemort. As expected, in terms of badness, it has to be Senior Tom. At most, he violated school rules, and Senior Tom can only be said to be synonymous with lawlessness.
Secretly access the Floo network.
This is probably as bad as stealing electricity in the Muggle world.
"That senior of yours is not a good person."
Lupine gave a vague reminder in a heavy voice. Whenever he thought of the person who had walked out of here, he would feel uncontrollable sadness at the death of his companions.
“What a coincidence.”
Ian's answer was somewhat succinct.
Lupine couldn't help but look at him several times. He took Ian all the way back to his dark room and walked towards the wall that he had blocked with debris.
I saw.
Lupine used his wand to remove the debris piled in the room, and then lightly tapped the wall with his wand. The seemingly flat wall began to rotate like the wall of the Leaky Cauldron. This wall is deforming.
It doesn't simply slide or push away.
Instead, it fades away in a way that is both elegant and magical, as if the space itself is reweaving itself, revealing the secret cache hidden beneath.
It was an old-looking fireplace, and there was still a bit of residual warmth on it. Ian thought it was probably because Lupine used this Floo Network channel to go to Knockturn Alley to buy Wolfsbane-flavored potion.
"How did you find this place?" Ian looked at the wall hiding the fireplace with some curiosity. The traces of magic on it were quite profound and difficult to penetrate.
He was not looking down on Lupine's strength, but this was obviously something that was produced in the post-production process by Senior Tom, and it was definitely not possible for him to be discovered casually by a decadent werewolf.
"The information Dumbledore told me."
Lupine's answer also verified Ian's guess. Ordinary wizards could not discover what Tom was hiding, but it would be different if it were the old principal Albus Dumbledore.
"You haven't used the Floo Network, have you?" Lupine saw the little wizard eager to try and analyzed Ian's situation. He smiled and took out a small cloth bag.
"There are always many firsts in life."
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He said a great truth, and then pointed the wand at the fireplace without listening to him chanting a spell. The next moment, a small handful of growing flames burned in the furnace.
Between the tongues of fire.
The flame quickly occupied the entire interior cavity of the fireplace.
"This is an arson spell. I used the technique of silent spellcasting. You may learn this technique in your senior year." Lupine said to the little wizard proudly.
He might have become a teacher in his original timeline because he has some characteristics that make him a good teacher.
"It's amazing."
Ian Drummer gives the other emotional value.
Lu Ping's mood was obviously much better.
"Study hard, little one." Lupine said with a smile, grabbed a small amount of powder from the small cloth bag, and threw the shiny powder directly into the burning fireplace.
"Hoo~"
For a moment.
Between the rising flames.
As if it had been given an unusual color, the flames in the fireplace turned green in an instant, and the flames reached a height of more than one person.
"The key to using Floo is to speak clearly enough, be careful not to choke on the dust, and don't move around during use."
"If you find yourself dizzy during the process, don't panic. It's normal. Some people just have it..." Lu Ping continued to teach the little wizard how to use it.
This time it was more useful to be a teacher. Ian concentrated on memorizing every detail. However, just when Ian was about to repeat the seven or eight rules of use.
"Of course, this fireplace is special. It can only be teleported to a specific location, so it's meaningless for us to shout anything." Lupine's final summary almost made Ian break his guard.
He almost took out his little notebook and wrote down Lupin's name.
"I'll give you a demonstration first, and go over there to pick you up." Lu Ping probably noticed that the little wizard's eyes were not friendly, and immediately rushed into the fireplace with a dry smile.
"Hogwarts!"
He shouted out the name of the school that held the happiest memories of his life.
The next moment.
With a clear whooshing sound and as the flames jumped, Lupine disappeared into the room under Ian's gaze. Only he and the beating flames were left in the dim room.
Because Lupine had teleported away, the flame returned to its normal color, and the flame immediately became much smaller, becoming an ordinary fireplace fire again.
"Interesting."
Ian is explaining how the Floo network works. Of course, in order to understand more about the structure of the Floo Network, he naturally still needs to experience it in person.
"Blurred fantasy!"
Ian grabbed the small cloth bag left by Lupine and threw some sparkling powder into it. After seeing the flames change color, he carefully collected the remaining Floo powder before stepping into it.
This was definitely an experience that Ian had never had before. It was completely different from the feeling of disembodiment. He could see the flames surging around him, but it did not cause burning pain but was very warm.
A stream of hot wind even blew up Ian's robe. This comfortable feeling was like entering a scenic spot with a pleasant climate, but everything around him looked chaotic through the firelight.
The scenery is spinning.
But not too intense.
The whistling sound in his ears was a bit harsh, and it also had a somewhat swollen feeling in his ears. It reminded Ian of the experience of flying on a plane when it first took off.
Ian strained to look outside.
A series of fireplaces and rooms flashed in the twisted chaos. It was a private family environment connected to the Floo network, and Ian's behavior at this time was equivalent to using the Floo network to illegally smuggle into the country.
"You can be versatile without a nose."
Ian sincerely praised the legacy from Tom.
When the scene outside gradually calmed down, he also found himself in an extremely dark shop. To be precise, it was in front of the stone fireplace of a spacious and dim wizard shop.
"Doesn't it feel good?"
Lupine was already waiting for him here. He probably found that the little wizard was not as embarrassed as he thought, so when he asked, his tone was a bit disappointed.
"It's okay."
Ian's eyes looked around, and sure enough, as he thought, the place where the fireplace in senior Tom's room was connected was the Borgin-Bock Magic Shop located in Knockturn Alley.
The items displayed on the surrounding display cabinets were all contraband. On a mat in a glass box, there is a withered human hand, a stack of blood-stained cards and a motionless glass eyeball. A ferocious mask looked toward the lower courtyard on the wall, and various human bones were placed on the counter.
Those fanciful, rusty, tooth-like instruments with a bit of dark blood stains hung from the ceiling. At first glance, they looked like some kind of extremely penetrating torture instruments.
"Scary, right?"
Lupine also noticed the little wizard's gaze.
"Yeah."
Ian nodded and looked ahead behind the counter, where sat an old man who didn't even raise his head to look at them, as if he was used to seeing people coming out of his fireplace.
"Can I buy some?"
Ian's rather interested look was somewhat beyond Lupine's expectations.
In Lupine's opinion.
When most little wizards see the products in this store, not only they will be frightened and burst into tears, but at least one of them will turn pale. Why is the little wizard in front of him so rosy-cheeked! ?
Still feeling a little excited?
"These gadgets are not sold to children. If you are not careful, you will be cursed by them." Lupine pulled Ian and wanted to leave.
However, Ian reluctantly broke away from Lupine's hand.
"I am an alchemist recognized by Professor Nick! Of course I will not be affected or infected by the magic above, and I will look at these dark magic items with a critical eye!"
Ian spoke righteously. He picked up a still moving severed arm and thought of the black-robed skeleton under his bed. He didn't know if this kind of black magic severed arm could be placed on the black-robed skeleton.
"Maybe it's enough."
Ian thought of the "magic immunity" property of the black-robed skeleton, and put down the movable severed arm in his hand, and picked up an eyeball that might be able to be stuffed under the dementor's eyelids.
Lupine looked at Ian's behavior speechlessly, and for a moment he didn't dare to leave the store by himself. He also knew that Ian had been tinkering and studying alchemy in the room recently.
"These are contraband prohibited by the Ministry of Magic."
Lupine sighed and tried to scare Ian with the law.
"I don't need it."
Ian blinked.
He held up the only eyeball on the display case and looked at the cashier counter. The eyeball would move on its own when he lifted it up, staring at Ian with its bloodshot pupils.
"Boss, do you have a second one of this thing?" The eyeball does have some curses attached to it, but it has been temporarily isolated by Ian using magic power.
Perhaps this move also surprised the store owner.
"Little devil, a poor guy like you and your poor parents can't afford to buy it." Some hunched old men straightened their long backs with their hands.
He unabashedly expressed his inner views.
Businessmen all know what it means to serve food to others. Seeing the down-and-out werewolf standing next to Ian, Borgin Bock could probably tell that the little wizard had little purchasing power.
certainly.
This time he really made a mistake.
"Huh?"
Ian looked down at his waist. Sure enough, his coat blocked his identity symbol. He quickly opened his coat to reveal a long bunch of keys.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding~!”
The crisp sound is quite pleasant.
"Open your dog eyes and take a look again." Ian's words were also very harsh. If people respected him one foot, he would respect others half a foot. And if people messed with him one point, he was used to paying back a thousand points to others.
"Don't cause trouble!"
Seeing that Ian dared to confront the dark wizard in Diagon Alley, Lupine immediately became nervous. He subconsciously grabbed his wand for fear that the angry Borgin-Bock would take action.
"He's just a child. I'm sorry, but you don't want to be on the same level as him." Lupine's tone was timid. There was nothing he could do about it. Gryffindor graduates were not always reckless.
Knockturn Alley!
This is someone else's territory, and they have so many dark magic props. Even if a group of Aurors come, they will probably be in trouble. Lupine, who looks worried, feels that he will probably end up with the little wizard soon.
"Huh?"
However.
The imagined attack did not happen. After being scolded, Borgin Bork frowned slightly at first, but his eyes narrowed slightly after seeing the key on Ian's waist.
As a black marketeer who has been in Knockturn Alley for many years, Borkin Burke is well-informed about everything that happens in the wizarding world, which is why he can always avoid detection by the Ministry of Magic.
Because of this.
After Borgin Bork saw the store keys that should have belonged to more than a dozen pure-blood families on Ian's waist, he immediately connected them with recent major events.
"I'm sorry. It's true that I looked down on others. It's time for me to apologize to you." He put on his pince-nez and said in a very sincere tone.
"Huh?"
Lupine's brain went crazy.
The Borgin-Bock he knew was definitely not so easy to talk to.
For dark wizards, Borkin and Bork are both feared. This shows what kind of ruthless character he is. The person who has been able to open a shop in Knockturn Alley for so many years does not rely on reputation.
"Your attitude won't bother me..." Ian felt Lupine's surprised and uncertain gaze, and looked at Borgin-Bock with a strange expression. He really didn't expect Bojin Bok to have such a reversal of attitude, and the prepared plot of the Crooked Dragon King could not be staged.
"Any smart person will remain humble enough in front of you after understanding what you have done..." Borgin Bock even bowed slightly.
"What did you do?"
Lupine couldn't help but asked in a low voice.
"I also want to know what I did to make him still have a little fear of me." The corners of Ian's eyes twitched, and he had already noticed Bojin Bock's obvious emotions.
"I am a person who knows how to stand in line, so you don't need to disguise in front of me. Anyone with a discerning eye will know what you are going to do... Maybe you don't trust this... werewolf bodyguard next to you?" Borgin Bock's His tone was slow and his eyes were venomous, and he could actually tell Lu Ping's identity at a glance.
certainly.
It is also possible that the Wolfsbane potion that Lupine bought before was distributed from him.
"I'm not a bodyguard! What kind of bodyguard did you see with your eyes?" Lu Ping was a little flustered when his identity was revealed, but he still refuted subconsciously.
"That's right, Mr. Lupine is not a bodyguard, he is my nanny." Ian also said a fair word for Lupine, but in Luping's opinion, it was better not to say it.
"..."
The downtrodden werewolf wanted to retort.
but.
Thinking of Dumbledore's detailed instructions.
But he was also a little surprised.
She seemed... a bit like a nanny assigned to monitor the little wizard.
"Oh, even though he was such a henchman, you still didn't believe him and didn't reveal your plan to him?" Borgin Bock's tone was a little surprised.
He didn't know what kind of misunderstanding was going on.
"I think your choice of words and way of thinking... are a little strange. Maybe you know something about me that I don't know myself?"
Ian put down the eyeball in his hand.
He absolutely did not believe that his plan to secretly manufacture a money printing press had been discovered by others.
"If you don't want to be exposed, I won't say much... If you like that eyeball, I do have another one here. I'll give you both together."
Said.
Bojin Bok took out a box and handed it to Ian very humbly. Even though he was still confused, of course there was no reason for Ian to let go of something that could be paid for in vain.
"Thank you."
He also showed his courtesy.
And just when Ian got the eyeball and Lupine was still confused, he pulled the down-and-out werewolf and ran outside, fearing that Borgin Burke would regret it the next moment.
"I hope that next time we meet, you will choose to accept a wallflower like me... Mr. Ian Grindelwald Dumbledore Ambrosius Prince who is destined to be great."
The hoarse voice from Bo Jin Bok shouted softly behind him.
But the sound was heard.
"I knew it was those guys who were still spreading rumors after they returned home!" Ian was so angry that his hair almost stood on end, and the wand that sensed his emotions even began to glow faintly.
"What did he call you!?"
Lupine's footsteps also stopped at the gate.
His body stiffened.
Mechanically, he turned his neck and looked at the little wizard.
A huge wave surged in my heart.
[ps: Last night, I stayed up all night, failed, and overslept. It’s up to you to count, and the remaining debt will be paid double the day after tomorrow]
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