Chapter 124 The ruthless ancient wizard (please subscribe, please vote)
Backstage at the Blackstone Auction.
"Professor Lockhart, here are your items, as well as the gold galleons from the auction, after the previous expenses have been deducted."
"For a valued customer like you, our boss has said that we will only charge a one-point handling fee this time."
"Also, this is a medal given to the most distinguished guests by our Blackstone Auction. Please remember to keep it. Information about subsequent auctions will be notified through the medal."
The goblin cans who had just hosted the auction had a flattering look on their faces and said to Lockhart in a flattering manner.
He held the space extension bag in both hands, and next to it was a dark green medal. From the middle of the medal, there was a dark black stone carved into it.
On the edge of the medal, the name of the black market auction is written.
Lockhart looked at the can's flattering expression, raised his eyebrows, took the space extension bag, and asked calmly: "Then help me thank your boss."
"And where is my house elf?"
"Professor Lockhart, wait a moment." In response to Lockhart's question, the goblin can immediately replied: "The Avery family will be here soon, and then the house elf handover ceremony will be done."
“Blackstone Auctions guarantees that nothing will go wrong.”
His circle is different from Gringotts. Through his circle, I know that Professor Lockhart has taken action recently, which is called generous.
Various potions and magic items are purchased in large quantities.
It’s like the God of Wealth has arrived!
In response to the can's answer, Lockhart nodded slightly, thought for a moment, took out three gold galleons from the bag, handed it to the goblin can, and said calmly: "Your auction level is quite good, this counts as some tip."
"Thank you, Professor Lockhart, thank you."
After hearing the canned goblin, he was a little surprised and quickly took it. He kept expressing his thanks and his attitude became more flattering.
But what he didn't know was that the moment he took it, a pale golden mark engraved on the gold galleon disappeared into his hand.
Then, Lockhart sat down on the sofa next to him, opened the space extension bag, and checked whether there was any leakage.
Look at the large amount of gold galleons and various magic items inside.
Of course, the most important thing is the small bottle of light golden potion at the top - Fuling Potion, with a satisfied smile on his face.
This time, the trip to the black market auction can be said to be very successful.
"Gu Gu."
Gugu, the ball escape bird sitting on the shoulder, felt that his breeder was very excited and a little curious. He tilted his head and looked at the bag in the breeder's hand.
Then he raised his head very disdainfully.
It’s not food, so what’s so exciting about it.
Gugu didn’t quite understand and continued to look at the novel environment around him.
Lockhart, on the other hand, looked at Snape, who was also coming back with a space extension bag, and waved.
"Snape, I still have something to do here. If you are anxious, you can go back to Hogwarts first."
"I'll go back after I'm done."
Snape took a look at the coo on Lockhart's shoulder, nodded, and said briefly: "Okay!"
Then he passed directly past Lockhart and walked out of the Blackstone Auction.
He certainly knew what Lockhart was going to do?
He could witness with his own eyes that Lockhart spent more than 1,000 gold galleons to buy a house elf.
Although I don’t know why Lockhart bought a house elf by himself?
But obviously he didn't have this curiosity either.
This time his gains were not small either.
The lost potion material alone is worth going back to study carefully.
After a while, the goblin jar seemed to have received some message, and said to Lockhart, "Professor Lockhart, the Avery family is almost here."
"The house-elf handover ceremony will begin soon."
As he said that, Lockhart saw a middle-aged man wearing a black wizard robe coming from a distance, followed by the house elf he had seen on the magic projection before.
Seeing this, the goblin can immediately came forward to greet him, and Lockhart stood up from the sofa.
"Hello, Professor Lockhart, I am Hanson Avery."
Hanson Avery's attitude was a bit embarrassing. His family was lonely and he had to sell the house elf inherited by his family. This was a scandal for the pure-blood Avery family.
Especially since the other person was a professor at Hogwarts and his son was studying in Slytherin College, this made him feel even more embarrassed.
But Lockhart didn't think much. He gently shook the hand offered by the other party very naturally, then put it down and said gently.
"Mr. Avery, let's begin the ceremony."
"Okay!" Hansen Avery nodded, and then ordered to the timid house elf next to him: "Gold coins, stand in the middle."
As if the house elf Gold Coin, who was wearing rags, also knew his fate, he walked unsteadily between Lockhart and Hanson Avery.
He looked at his future master, Lockhart, and then at his current master, with confusion and panic in his eyes.
"Gold coins, from now on, you are no longer a house elf of the Avery family."
"Your master will be Professor Gilderoy Lockhart."
"According to the ritual, you are not allowed to reveal any secrets about the Avery family. Other than that, all orders must be obeyed by Professor Lockhart. The Avery family has nothing to do with you."
"Professor Gilderoy Lockhart will be your only master."
With that said, Hansen Avery handed out a black sock in his hand and ordered coldly: "Now, hand it to your current owner."
"Okay, Master." The house elf's gold coin expression was full of disappointment, and his arms trembled as he took the black socks from his former master.
Then he walked towards Lockhart step by step and handed the black sock in his hand to its current owner, Gilderoy Lockhart.
Lockhart, who knew this handover ceremony in advance, picked it up naturally, and then put it like a sock into another space extension bag that contained nothing.
He was full of the desire to complain about this ritual.
When the master gives a house elf socks, it means the house elf's freedom.
And when the house elf hands the socks to other people, it represents surrender.
It's a bit childish, but this is a tradition formed by house elves after being enslaved for many years. It is engraved in their bones and forms their instinct.
It has to be said with emotion that the ancient wizards were really ruthless and could turn such a bizarre ritual into a house-elf tradition.
What outrageous things did house elves do back then?
It actually made an ancient wizard do such a thing.
Forcibly, this behavior that seemed like child's play, after years of deliberate cultivation, became a house-elf tradition, engraved in his bones.
Hanson Avery let out a sigh of relief when he saw Lockhart put away his socks.
The ceremony was over, which meant that the more than 1,000 gold galleons in his pocket were finally settled. This money was a life-saving straw for the Everly family.
You know, in his family, apart from him, only his son is a wizard, the others are all squibs, and his son is currently studying in Slytherin College.
However, when he thought of Lockhart's identity, Hanson Avery hesitated, but he still said: "Professor Lockhart, my son Anthony Avery, is currently studying in Slytherin College."
"Please help take care of me."
As he spoke, he reached out and found a dark purple magic book in his hand, which he handed to Lockhart.
"Professor Lockhart, I heard from my son that you usually like to read. This is a magic book inherited from our family and is given to you."
Lockhart looked at the book in front of him with slight magic fluctuations, glanced at Anthony Avery, shook his head slightly, and smiled.
"Don't worry, Mr. Avery, I think Anthony is a good kid. If he can take care of him, he will take good care of him."
"No need for gifts."
Speaking of this, Lockhart recalled the situation of the Avery family and said something meaningful.
"Maybe we will have a chance to cooperate in the future!"
