Chapter 571 Bojinbok Store
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Nightmare and Nightmare Slayer are just the middle and lower levels of Knockturn Alley.
A group of dark wizards like Fallen Heaven with a complete organizational structure can barely reach the upper echelon.
For example, the Bock family that runs a black magic item store, or the original Death Eater family like the Rolle family are the top of the pyramid.
After listening to the brief introduction of the two bodyguards, Vincent muttered a few family names,
"Carlo, Travers, Avery..."
These are all Death Eater veterans who have escaped justice, but haven't been reduced to the point of moving into Knockturn Alley.
But they don't have Malfoy's financial resources, and they almost all hang out in the dark corners of the wizarding world.
There are not only individuals and dark wizard gangs in Knockturn Alley, but also wizard mercenary organizations similar to those in North America.
The Carlos are the bosses behind the scenes, responsible for training unscrupulous mission machines.
If the masters want to kill someone, these organizations are the first choice.
"They only recognize Jin Gallon but not people, but if it's the boss..."
Vincent knew what the two bodyguards were going to say.
The many auras above his head gave him the confidence to open a shop in Knockturn Alley, and he was not afraid of any dark wizard gangs and wizard mercenary organizations at all.
But if you want to take root in Knockturn Alley, or even rectify the atmosphere...
"Thank you for your information."
Vincent went back to his room to pick up his suitcase, greeted his parents and went out alone.
Three times after Apparating, he appears directly in Knockturn Alley.
There was no camouflage, just strolling around openly.
Those wizards who dared to show their faces and those who dared not show their faces all stared at him.
"Wayne is carrying a suitcase that is said to be made of Mithril, which alone can be worth a lot of money."
"Are you crazy? The Ministry of Magic just sent a few Aurors over for regular patrols not long ago."
Compared to Diagon Alley, there are wanted warrants for Sirius everywhere.
It is not a question of dare, but a question of can.
Vincent looked around like a curious baby.
Although everyone thought he was a harmless "little white rabbit", no wizard dared to approach him.
People who live in this kind of place, without exception, have a sensitive sense of smell.
An apprentice of Nicole Flamel, a recipient of the Order of Merlin, Second Class, and the only nominee for the Wizengamot British Youth Representative.
If you want to think about it, you have to weigh it carefully.
Vincent, who seemed to be here for sightseeing, was actually always on guard against those who looked over.
As long as there is any movement, he will take out the blade of the gun and pull the trigger with great speed.
Even if the expected situation did not appear, there was no slack in the slightest.
Walking and walking, I came to the Bojinbok store that was out of place with the surroundings.
I didn't go in a few times before, but today I can go shopping.
"Ring Ling—"
Mr. Bo Jin at the counter got up slowly after hearing the voice, and smoothed the greasy hair hanging down his face with his hands.
Vincent is looking at the shelves.
In the most conspicuous position is a cushion, and a shriveled human hand is contained in a glass box above it.
Next to it was a deck of poker cards stained with blood, and next to it was a glass eye staring at him.
It's a bit like Moody's one, but this one has a distinct dark magic aura. ... When stretching out his hand to the large cabinet that Harry suspected to hide in last year, the surprised Mr. Blog walked up to him.
"Mr. Wayne, this is not the place for you to come."
His voice is as greasy as his hair, and he is the same type of person as his smooth and cunning brother.
"Is it illegal to walk in?" Vincent met his doubtful eyes,
"Mr. Borgin, don't you welcome me?"
"No." The smile on Mr. Bojin's face was a bit bitter,
"You are a big shot in our magic world, I'm just afraid that the rumors outside will affect your reputation."
According to what Harry had heard during his thrilling "adventure" last year, Master Lucius was a regular visitor here, and it was his business that was affected in the first place.
Vincent raised the suitcase and shook it, "Mr. Bokin, you know that I am an alchemist.
Recently I made a new work, and I would like to ask you, an expert, to comment. "
The doubt on Mr. Bokin's face disappeared, replaced by slyness.
Gwent cards may not have much technical content, but the idea of transformable combat is valuable.
Creativity is wealth these days.
A high-ranking alchemist would not come to this kind of place, and now there is an apprentice of a legendary alchemist standing in front of him.
His eyes became brighter, and the wishful thinking in his heart rang.
He took out a monocle from his coat pocket and put it on, carefully catching the metal bracelet that Vincent handed over.
The appearance is ordinary, but the lines and patterns on it are amazing.
The flowing mana can be clearly seen through the lens, and it can be transformed into various objects with a light touch.
Mr. Bojin raised his head and widened his eyes, "Mr. Wayne, what is the principle of this?"
His expression became excited, "It's a genius idea to engrave mana on the bracelet!"
"This is my teacher's idea." Vincent looked very calm,
"Mr. Bojin, how much do you think my work is worth?"
"300—" Mr. Bojin quickly calmed down, "No, 200 Galleons."
Alchemy props that achieve similar functions are about the same price, but they don't have more forms.
A businessman is a businessman, but fortunately Vincent knows the market.
"200..."
Too little?
"Well," Mr. Borgin took off his monocle, "I can offer 230 Galleons, but—"
"Thank you." Vincent reached out to the bracelet he was holding tightly, "I have no intention of selling it now."
Mr. Bojin tightened his grip, "Why? Although it has many functions, I think my bid should be the highest."
There is no profiteering or businessmanship.
It's okay to fool children with this set of rhetoric, but to fool Vincent?
Increase your strength to snatch back the bracelet.
"Mr. Bokin, it is not a black magic item."
It's not a contraband, and it must be worth more than 230 Galleons.
"This..." Mr. Bojin didn't seem to expect the child in front of him to be knowledgeable, and he couldn't say anything for a while.
Vincent put the bracelet back into the suitcase, "No matter what, I still have to thank you for your evaluation."
He turned and walked towards the door without hesitation.
At last Mr. Borgin understood.
He is obviously knowledgeable, either for free evaluation or to make trouble.
Even the owner of the black magic item shop can't put it down, this piece must be of great value.
"Mr. Wayne, 400 Galleons!"
Vincent turned around and smiled, "It's not for sale, Mr. Bokin."
He turned and opened the door cautiously.
The other party did not catch up until they went far away.
A little regretful and a little disappointed.
I'm not worried about safety. The purpose of coming to Knockturn Alley today is actually to make a high-profile appearance.
If you're lucky, the four fallen to heaven might be hiding in the dark, watching his every move the whole time.
It's too troublesome to find someone, so it's better to be direct.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
A group of dark wizards like Fallen Heaven with a complete organizational structure can barely reach the upper echelon.
For example, the Bock family that runs a black magic item store, or the original Death Eater family like the Rolle family are the top of the pyramid.
After listening to the brief introduction of the two bodyguards, Vincent muttered a few family names,
"Carlo, Travers, Avery..."
These are all Death Eater veterans who have escaped justice, but haven't been reduced to the point of moving into Knockturn Alley.
But they don't have Malfoy's financial resources, and they almost all hang out in the dark corners of the wizarding world.
There are not only individuals and dark wizard gangs in Knockturn Alley, but also wizard mercenary organizations similar to those in North America.
The Carlos are the bosses behind the scenes, responsible for training unscrupulous mission machines.
If the masters want to kill someone, these organizations are the first choice.
"They only recognize Jin Gallon but not people, but if it's the boss..."
Vincent knew what the two bodyguards were going to say.
The many auras above his head gave him the confidence to open a shop in Knockturn Alley, and he was not afraid of any dark wizard gangs and wizard mercenary organizations at all.
But if you want to take root in Knockturn Alley, or even rectify the atmosphere...
"Thank you for your information."
Vincent went back to his room to pick up his suitcase, greeted his parents and went out alone.
Three times after Apparating, he appears directly in Knockturn Alley.
There was no camouflage, just strolling around openly.
Those wizards who dared to show their faces and those who dared not show their faces all stared at him.
"Wayne is carrying a suitcase that is said to be made of Mithril, which alone can be worth a lot of money."
"Are you crazy? The Ministry of Magic just sent a few Aurors over for regular patrols not long ago."
Compared to Diagon Alley, there are wanted warrants for Sirius everywhere.
It is not a question of dare, but a question of can.
Vincent looked around like a curious baby.
Although everyone thought he was a harmless "little white rabbit", no wizard dared to approach him.
People who live in this kind of place, without exception, have a sensitive sense of smell.
An apprentice of Nicole Flamel, a recipient of the Order of Merlin, Second Class, and the only nominee for the Wizengamot British Youth Representative.
If you want to think about it, you have to weigh it carefully.
Vincent, who seemed to be here for sightseeing, was actually always on guard against those who looked over.
As long as there is any movement, he will take out the blade of the gun and pull the trigger with great speed.
Even if the expected situation did not appear, there was no slack in the slightest.
Walking and walking, I came to the Bojinbok store that was out of place with the surroundings.
I didn't go in a few times before, but today I can go shopping.
"Ring Ling—"
Mr. Bo Jin at the counter got up slowly after hearing the voice, and smoothed the greasy hair hanging down his face with his hands.
Vincent is looking at the shelves.
In the most conspicuous position is a cushion, and a shriveled human hand is contained in a glass box above it.
Next to it was a deck of poker cards stained with blood, and next to it was a glass eye staring at him.
It's a bit like Moody's one, but this one has a distinct dark magic aura. ... When stretching out his hand to the large cabinet that Harry suspected to hide in last year, the surprised Mr. Blog walked up to him.
"Mr. Wayne, this is not the place for you to come."
His voice is as greasy as his hair, and he is the same type of person as his smooth and cunning brother.
"Is it illegal to walk in?" Vincent met his doubtful eyes,
"Mr. Borgin, don't you welcome me?"
"No." The smile on Mr. Bojin's face was a bit bitter,
"You are a big shot in our magic world, I'm just afraid that the rumors outside will affect your reputation."
According to what Harry had heard during his thrilling "adventure" last year, Master Lucius was a regular visitor here, and it was his business that was affected in the first place.
Vincent raised the suitcase and shook it, "Mr. Bokin, you know that I am an alchemist.
Recently I made a new work, and I would like to ask you, an expert, to comment. "
The doubt on Mr. Bokin's face disappeared, replaced by slyness.
Gwent cards may not have much technical content, but the idea of transformable combat is valuable.
Creativity is wealth these days.
A high-ranking alchemist would not come to this kind of place, and now there is an apprentice of a legendary alchemist standing in front of him.
His eyes became brighter, and the wishful thinking in his heart rang.
He took out a monocle from his coat pocket and put it on, carefully catching the metal bracelet that Vincent handed over.
The appearance is ordinary, but the lines and patterns on it are amazing.
The flowing mana can be clearly seen through the lens, and it can be transformed into various objects with a light touch.
Mr. Bojin raised his head and widened his eyes, "Mr. Wayne, what is the principle of this?"
His expression became excited, "It's a genius idea to engrave mana on the bracelet!"
"This is my teacher's idea." Vincent looked very calm,
"Mr. Bojin, how much do you think my work is worth?"
"300—" Mr. Bojin quickly calmed down, "No, 200 Galleons."
Alchemy props that achieve similar functions are about the same price, but they don't have more forms.
A businessman is a businessman, but fortunately Vincent knows the market.
"200..."
Too little?
"Well," Mr. Borgin took off his monocle, "I can offer 230 Galleons, but—"
"Thank you." Vincent reached out to the bracelet he was holding tightly, "I have no intention of selling it now."
Mr. Bojin tightened his grip, "Why? Although it has many functions, I think my bid should be the highest."
There is no profiteering or businessmanship.
It's okay to fool children with this set of rhetoric, but to fool Vincent?
Increase your strength to snatch back the bracelet.
"Mr. Bokin, it is not a black magic item."
It's not a contraband, and it must be worth more than 230 Galleons.
"This..." Mr. Bojin didn't seem to expect the child in front of him to be knowledgeable, and he couldn't say anything for a while.
Vincent put the bracelet back into the suitcase, "No matter what, I still have to thank you for your evaluation."
He turned and walked towards the door without hesitation.
At last Mr. Borgin understood.
He is obviously knowledgeable, either for free evaluation or to make trouble.
Even the owner of the black magic item shop can't put it down, this piece must be of great value.
"Mr. Wayne, 400 Galleons!"
Vincent turned around and smiled, "It's not for sale, Mr. Bokin."
He turned and opened the door cautiously.
The other party did not catch up until they went far away.
A little regretful and a little disappointed.
I'm not worried about safety. The purpose of coming to Knockturn Alley today is actually to make a high-profile appearance.
If you're lucky, the four fallen to heaven might be hiding in the dark, watching his every move the whole time.
It's too troublesome to find someone, so it's better to be direct.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
