Chapter 64 Borgin and Burke

Covering his dizzy head, Wright managed to stand up. After he recovered, he found himself in a dark and spacious wizard shop!

On the counter next to Wright, there were some strange objects covered with transparent glass.

Turning around to look at the pitch-black surroundings, there was a row of cabinets standing against the wall, on which were placed all kinds of strange magical items.

Wright didn't pay much attention. As he walked towards the door with his suitcase, a pleasant and greasy voice came from behind him.

"Welcome, sir!"

Wright turned around and saw a man appear from behind a shelf like a ghost.

"Excuse me, did this sir drop here accidentally?" The man looked at Wright with the eyes of examining cargo.

Wright did not answer his question, but looked carefully at the man in front of him. He looked to be in his fifties, with greasy long hair that seemed to have never been taken care of.

He was wearing a common black wizard robe and hunched his body deliberately to reduce his threat.

"Yeah! I originally wanted to go to Diagon Alley, but I spelled the word wrong." After looking around, Wright gently put down the luggage in his hand, as if he was very scared.

"Oh my! What a carelessness! My name is Borgin and Burke, and I'm the owner of this shop!"

"I wonder where the kid lives? Maybe I know him!" He said as he fiddled with the goods on the shelves like a kind-hearted shop owner.

"I don't live here, I'm leaving first!" Wright looked at the boss in front of him warily!

"Little boy, there's no need to be so vigilant. I'm giving you this little toy as a gift to make friends!" Bogin took out a small ball from the shelf with a smile and handed it to Wright.

Looking at the object handed over by the other party, Wright took a look and took it curiously. At the moment of contact, a green light shot out from the small ball and hit Wright's forehead accurately.

"Haha! Looks like I can make some money again! Little wizards like you with magical powers are hot-selling commodities." Borgin laughed strangely and walked towards Wright who was in a trance.

When Bock walked in front of Wright, the box that Wright had just placed on the ground suddenly opened, and a thick hemp rope instantly wrapped around Bokin's short and thick neck.

The hemp rope quickly lifted Bogin up and hung him in mid-air. The huge pulling force almost broke his neck.

Just when Borkin was about to suffocate, a green light flashed on the black robe and the hemp rope was instantly cut into several pieces.

"Plop!" Bogin fell heavily to the ground, his face flushed and he was breathing madly.

"Is it really not that easy? Using Transfiguration and activated ropes to deal with the owner of a magic prop store is indeed a bit far-fetched." Wright held the magic wand and looked coldly at Borgin who was still lying on the ground gasping for breath.

"You're coming for me!" Borgin said with red eyes and heavy breathing.

"Almost. I originally wanted to step on the ground first and then take action, but I didn't expect that you would give it to me! Okay, no need to touch your wand, it's here!" Wright raised the wand in his hand and shook it at Borgin.

"What and when." Borgin stared at the wand and immediately recognized the wand that had been with him for half his life.

"While you were struggling, I used the Flying Spell to get it!" Wright said expressionlessly.

Bogin, who was lying on the ground, slowly stood up and looked at Wright who had a cold expression on his face. He knew that this situation would not end well, so he forced a smile.

"I am willing to pay the price for my actions. I wonder if there is anything I can do to help you!"

"I want all your knowledge of alchemy! And..." Wright looked around, "your shop."

"As long as you want!" Bogin said with a flattering look on his face, rubbing his hands together, and was about to walk towards Wright.

"It seems that you still underestimate me! Summon the Fiery Flame!" Violent flames gushed out from the magic wand, melting the flying knife that was attacking from the back.

Seeing that Wright resolved the sneak attack so easily, Borgin's face changed instantly, and he hurriedly activated various magic props on the shelf.

As Bogin moved, countless magical rays and physical attack weapons continued to attack Wright.

Without much movement, Wright waved the wand in his hand, controlling the fierce fire to transform it into a giant shield, swallowing all the attacking props and magic.

Seeing Bo still using magic props, Wright couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, these are all my things!

"Bindle the Fiery!" The Fiery became more and more violent and pounced on Bogin with lightning speed.

"No, don't come over here." Bogin kept backing away, looking at the approaching flames with horror on his face. It was obvious that he had recognized what kind of flame it was.

The blazing fire continuously compressed Bo Jin's movement, finally forcing Bo Jin into a dead corner, then split into several tongues of fire, locking Bo Jin in the circle of fire.

"What exactly do you want? There is no way a wizard who can control the fierce flame would look down on me." Borgin squatted down with his hands on his head, huddled humbly in the narrow circle of fire, looking at the blazing red flames that kept leaping around him.

"I've told you my requirements, but you chose to resist!" Wright looked at Borgin, who was almost curled up into a ball, and sighed in his heart, Fiendfyre is so useful!

"I do, I do! I'll agree to any request you make! Please let me go!" Feeling the fierce fire heating up his body, Bojin pleaded in a crying voice.

"Okay, you said so yourself! Then drink it!" Wright took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and threw it at Borgin.

The circle of fire that blocked Borgin opened a hole, allowing the potion to fall smoothly at his feet.

"This is..." Borgin slowly picked up the potion at his feet, looked at the blood-red potion in the glass bottle and said in a trembling voice.

"You know, it's poison! As for the effects, you'll know when it takes effect!"

"Can I... not drink it?" Borgin said tremblingly. He knew very well that once he drank the potion, nothing good would happen to him.

"You don't have the right to choose. By the way! Friendly reminder, I know the Imperius Curse. Bargaining with death is useless to me." Wright said these horrible words with a smile on his face.

A devilish voice sounded slowly, and Borgin almost cried as he drank the potion, feeling the burning pain on his skin.

Seeing that Borgin had swallowed all the potion, Len nodded with satisfaction and waved the wand in his hand. The fierce fire that bound Borgin was extinguished instantly.

"I... ugh!" Feeling the burning flames around him disappear, Bo Jin Gang wanted to speak, but a sweet taste suddenly rushed into his mouth, causing him to dry heave.

"It seems that you are very honest and not playing any tricks." Wright looked at Borgin who was retching with satisfaction.

"This guy made the potion like this on purpose. If I hadn't retched, what would he have done to me? What kind of demon did I encounter?"

Borgin was filled with regret at this moment! How could he have provoked such a cruel wizard?