Chapter 123 Buying People's Hearts
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
That wretched wizard is obviously not a good person.
Theft, fraud, kidnapping and extortion, all dirty means of making a living were used by him almost all over.
The reason why he cannot be considered a dark wizard is simply because his level of dark magic is too weak.
Does a weakling who can't even cast the Cruciatus Curse qualify to be called a dark wizard?
When Eddie's father spoke out to stop him, it was already too late. He had to pull out his wand and planned to help Glenn block the attack.
The wretched wizard waved his wand awkwardly and shouted a spell.
"Passed out!"
A less dazzling red light cut through the darkness of this secret corner and shot straight to the back of Glenn's head.
With Glenn's character, how could he expose his back to an unknown stranger without taking any precautions?
He was already fully prepared when the other party drew out his wand.
He turned around quickly and saw the dim red light coming slowly towards him. He didn't even have the interest to cast the Iron Armor Curse. He just tilted his head slightly, and the spell rubbed across his temples.
At this level, even Hogwarts students who barely passed the OWLs can achieve it.
Weaker than expected...
Seeing his skillful movements, Eddie's father
Glenn smiled softly and waved his wand.
"All petrochemical!"
A white light flashed suddenly, and the wretched wizard was hit by the curse without any surprise.
His legs immediately pressed together, his hands retracted to both sides of his legs with a "pop" sound, his stiff body swayed slightly like a tumbler, and with a "pop" sound, he fell on his back.
His wand fell to the ground and rolled several times on the uneven brick surface.
Such thunderous means immediately suppressed several other people who were ready to make a move.
Mundungus rolled his eyes, immediately put the pocket watch back into his pocket, quietly pressed it against the wall, and moved towards the exit little by little.
"He is the son of the Ollivander family, you idiots!"
Eddie's father shouted.
Glenn turned around and asked, pretending not to know, "Do you know me?"
"For us small businessmen who make a living in Diagon Alley, the most important thing is our eyesight." He said with a smile, "I have met you a few times, and my son Eddie was also a Ravenclaw student who enrolled last year. .”
"So it is!"
Glenn looked enlightened.
When those people heard Glenn's identity, they quickly put away their wands and showed flattering smiles.
In this three-acre area of Diagon Alley, the status of members of the Ollivander family is even more useful than that of the scout team.
Although Glenn didn't know this.
But whether they are small traders, thieves or swindlers, everyone has a tacit understanding.
If anyone dares to offend the real estate owners in Diagon Alley, all the shopkeepers and colleagues will spontaneously drive him out of Diagon Alley and never want to come back here again.
It was not until he heard their explanations that Glenn confirmed that the news that the Ollivander family owned most of the properties in Diagon Alley was not groundless.
In this way, it will undoubtedly become much easier to conquer these low-level people for one's own use.
At this time, the short and fat Mundungus also came over and timidly handed over a small money bag.
Glenn glanced at him in surprise. He didn't expect that the other party was so quick-thinking and had already guessed his intention.
No wonder he was still trying to escape secretly before he learned his identity.
There was another movement at the entrance. Glenn followed the sound and saw that Eddie was poking his head in, looking nervously at the situation inside.
Seeing the current scene, he looked slightly confused, which seemed to be different from what he had imagined.
"Come on, Eddie!" Mr. Carmichael waved to him, "What a coincidence, I met your classmate at Hogwarts, little Mr. Ollivander, here."
Glenn turned his back to everyone, winked at him, and then said: "Long time no see, Eddie!"
"Uh...Hello, Glenn..." Eddie subconsciously cooperated.
"By the way, Dunge!" Mr. Carmichael asked angrily, as if he had suddenly realized something, "Did you steal Mr. Ollivander's wallet?"
"No, no..." Mundungus shrank his neck and waved his hands repeatedly, "I just..."
Glenn smiled coldly: "He didn't steal from me, he just stole my friend's wallet, right?"
He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mundungus lightly.
The short, chubby Mundungus broke out in a cold sweat on the spot.
Mr. Carmichael's voice also became colder: "You should know the rules, right, Dunge?"
"This..."
Mundungus' expression grew more alarmed.
"Oh, by the way, there's this guy." Glenn pointed at the wretched wizard lying on the ground, his whole body stiff and only his eyes still rolling around.
"Stop the curse!"
Mr. Carmichael pinched his eyebrows, waved his wand, and lifted the binding spell on his whole body.
"I was wrong, little Mr. Ollivander, please don't let them drive me out of Diagon Alley!" He turned over and begged for mercy, not caring that he was three or four times Glenn's age.
In comparison, even Mundungus has more bottom lines than him.
Glenn remained silent and just looked at the two of them indifferently, while secretly observing Eddie's father's expression.
As a businessman with many years of hard work, Mr. Carmichael has a high emotional intelligence.
Through Eddie's expression, he quickly showed a hint of understanding and roughly guessed the situation.
It's just that Glenn's reaction made him a little unpredictable.
"Since their attitude is so sincere, Mr. Carmichael..." He turned his head and said softly, "Let's forget about this matter."
Upon hearing his words, Mundungus and the wretched wizard's eyes lit up at the same time.
Mr. Carmichael looked slightly relaxed.
Although these two guys are of average character, they can always come to him for trade with a lot of good things. If they were really kicked out of Diagon Alley, it would be a big loss for him.
"Next time, remember to keep your eyes open, and the same goes for you guys." He glanced at everyone and said.
Glenn smiled lightly and made no request.
Although using this matter to blackmail a few people is a good choice, it is also more likely to cause dissatisfaction and is not conducive to winning people's hearts.
Moreover, I don't have any information that I am eager to collect right now, so I might as well let them go generously, and then slowly give some small favors, so that they can accept them little by little and do things for me willingly.
Although these guys are not good people with high moral standards, it is normal for a few white-eyed wolves to appear.
But compared to coercive methods, this method of combining kindness and power is more easily accepted by people.
"Then I'll go back first, Mr. Carmichael." Glenn said goodbye politely, "My friend is still waiting for me."
"Okay, little Mr. Ollivander."
Mr. Carmichael said with a smile and patted Eddie on the shoulder again.
"We're not in a hurry to go back today, Eddie. You can go hang out first and wait for me at the Leaky Cauldron later."
Theft, fraud, kidnapping and extortion, all dirty means of making a living were used by him almost all over.
The reason why he cannot be considered a dark wizard is simply because his level of dark magic is too weak.
Does a weakling who can't even cast the Cruciatus Curse qualify to be called a dark wizard?
When Eddie's father spoke out to stop him, it was already too late. He had to pull out his wand and planned to help Glenn block the attack.
The wretched wizard waved his wand awkwardly and shouted a spell.
"Passed out!"
A less dazzling red light cut through the darkness of this secret corner and shot straight to the back of Glenn's head.
With Glenn's character, how could he expose his back to an unknown stranger without taking any precautions?
He was already fully prepared when the other party drew out his wand.
He turned around quickly and saw the dim red light coming slowly towards him. He didn't even have the interest to cast the Iron Armor Curse. He just tilted his head slightly, and the spell rubbed across his temples.
At this level, even Hogwarts students who barely passed the OWLs can achieve it.
Weaker than expected...
Seeing his skillful movements, Eddie's father
Glenn smiled softly and waved his wand.
"All petrochemical!"
A white light flashed suddenly, and the wretched wizard was hit by the curse without any surprise.
His legs immediately pressed together, his hands retracted to both sides of his legs with a "pop" sound, his stiff body swayed slightly like a tumbler, and with a "pop" sound, he fell on his back.
His wand fell to the ground and rolled several times on the uneven brick surface.
Such thunderous means immediately suppressed several other people who were ready to make a move.
Mundungus rolled his eyes, immediately put the pocket watch back into his pocket, quietly pressed it against the wall, and moved towards the exit little by little.
"He is the son of the Ollivander family, you idiots!"
Eddie's father shouted.
Glenn turned around and asked, pretending not to know, "Do you know me?"
"For us small businessmen who make a living in Diagon Alley, the most important thing is our eyesight." He said with a smile, "I have met you a few times, and my son Eddie was also a Ravenclaw student who enrolled last year. .”
"So it is!"
Glenn looked enlightened.
When those people heard Glenn's identity, they quickly put away their wands and showed flattering smiles.
In this three-acre area of Diagon Alley, the status of members of the Ollivander family is even more useful than that of the scout team.
Although Glenn didn't know this.
But whether they are small traders, thieves or swindlers, everyone has a tacit understanding.
If anyone dares to offend the real estate owners in Diagon Alley, all the shopkeepers and colleagues will spontaneously drive him out of Diagon Alley and never want to come back here again.
It was not until he heard their explanations that Glenn confirmed that the news that the Ollivander family owned most of the properties in Diagon Alley was not groundless.
In this way, it will undoubtedly become much easier to conquer these low-level people for one's own use.
At this time, the short and fat Mundungus also came over and timidly handed over a small money bag.
Glenn glanced at him in surprise. He didn't expect that the other party was so quick-thinking and had already guessed his intention.
No wonder he was still trying to escape secretly before he learned his identity.
There was another movement at the entrance. Glenn followed the sound and saw that Eddie was poking his head in, looking nervously at the situation inside.
Seeing the current scene, he looked slightly confused, which seemed to be different from what he had imagined.
"Come on, Eddie!" Mr. Carmichael waved to him, "What a coincidence, I met your classmate at Hogwarts, little Mr. Ollivander, here."
Glenn turned his back to everyone, winked at him, and then said: "Long time no see, Eddie!"
"Uh...Hello, Glenn..." Eddie subconsciously cooperated.
"By the way, Dunge!" Mr. Carmichael asked angrily, as if he had suddenly realized something, "Did you steal Mr. Ollivander's wallet?"
"No, no..." Mundungus shrank his neck and waved his hands repeatedly, "I just..."
Glenn smiled coldly: "He didn't steal from me, he just stole my friend's wallet, right?"
He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mundungus lightly.
The short, chubby Mundungus broke out in a cold sweat on the spot.
Mr. Carmichael's voice also became colder: "You should know the rules, right, Dunge?"
"This..."
Mundungus' expression grew more alarmed.
"Oh, by the way, there's this guy." Glenn pointed at the wretched wizard lying on the ground, his whole body stiff and only his eyes still rolling around.
"Stop the curse!"
Mr. Carmichael pinched his eyebrows, waved his wand, and lifted the binding spell on his whole body.
"I was wrong, little Mr. Ollivander, please don't let them drive me out of Diagon Alley!" He turned over and begged for mercy, not caring that he was three or four times Glenn's age.
In comparison, even Mundungus has more bottom lines than him.
Glenn remained silent and just looked at the two of them indifferently, while secretly observing Eddie's father's expression.
As a businessman with many years of hard work, Mr. Carmichael has a high emotional intelligence.
Through Eddie's expression, he quickly showed a hint of understanding and roughly guessed the situation.
It's just that Glenn's reaction made him a little unpredictable.
"Since their attitude is so sincere, Mr. Carmichael..." He turned his head and said softly, "Let's forget about this matter."
Upon hearing his words, Mundungus and the wretched wizard's eyes lit up at the same time.
Mr. Carmichael looked slightly relaxed.
Although these two guys are of average character, they can always come to him for trade with a lot of good things. If they were really kicked out of Diagon Alley, it would be a big loss for him.
"Next time, remember to keep your eyes open, and the same goes for you guys." He glanced at everyone and said.
Glenn smiled lightly and made no request.
Although using this matter to blackmail a few people is a good choice, it is also more likely to cause dissatisfaction and is not conducive to winning people's hearts.
Moreover, I don't have any information that I am eager to collect right now, so I might as well let them go generously, and then slowly give some small favors, so that they can accept them little by little and do things for me willingly.
Although these guys are not good people with high moral standards, it is normal for a few white-eyed wolves to appear.
But compared to coercive methods, this method of combining kindness and power is more easily accepted by people.
"Then I'll go back first, Mr. Carmichael." Glenn said goodbye politely, "My friend is still waiting for me."
"Okay, little Mr. Ollivander."
Mr. Carmichael said with a smile and patted Eddie on the shoulder again.
"We're not in a hurry to go back today, Eddie. You can go hang out first and wait for me at the Leaky Cauldron later."
