Originally, Alan was going to read the book carefully, but he obviously couldn't look at Lockhart, who was smiling with honey on his face (that's the word). Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The so-called everyone is drunk and I wake up alone is probably this feeling, although Alan didn't plan to jump into the river to pay tribute to the great man, but he probably can't stay in the bookstore.

Most of the things about reading books still depend on the mood, what kind of energy do you have to watch if you are not happy?

So, after Anne said she was going to pick a few books to accompany Hermione, Alan said that she went out to find out if there was anything interesting and got out for a while - this behavior is called orphaning in sociology.

Due to the habit he had developed in Diagon Alley, Allen's favorite place was a second-hand bookstore, so he chose this place as soon as he left.

But of course, this kind of place will never be built in a bustling neighborhood.

I have never heard of a second-hand store that would open on a pedestrian street, the high cost is not at all what the meager profits of a second-hand bookstore can afford, even if the store does not make a living from this and likes to do something not very open, it will not choose to be in a conspicuous position - how sick must it be to choose to put the dark business on the bright side?

Ahem, this is the wizarding world, let's not talk about this, okay?

Anyway, after turning left and right, Alan finally found this bookstore in an inconspicuous corner.

Although the store looks very small, the interior space is unusually large.

To be precise, this is not a simple second-hand bookstore, but a huge thrift supermarket.

Broken wands, tattered books, eeriely glowing magic props, brooms with stripped hair, taxidermy—animal and vegetative—and Alan had even found several highly prized herbs, but upon closer inspection, he swore they were fakes—all sorts of miscellaneous items were stacked on top of each other, all of them like garbage, except for the basic ones.

The shopkeeper was an old man with gray hair, but he was not wearing even the most rudimentary wizard's costume at all, but rather a strangely shaped garment.

Seeing a guest come in, he didn't stand up to greet him at all, but gently rolled his eyes to indicate his existence, and said simply and rudely: "One piece of one galleon, once selected, it will not be returned." Then he closed his eyes and continued to take a nap.

Strange guys.

Alan evaluated the shopkeeper in his heart, but he didn't complain about the outrageous price.

Obviously, this is not a second-hand bookstore at all, it should be a thrift store - or a black store.

Sure enough, the wizard he asked for directions had a black heart!

That product has definitely been cheated a lot in this store!!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have tried his best to promote this store to Allen, which obviously means that I can't be better off if I lose to others.

Slut!

In Allen's perception, the entire store should have released a large amount of disguised magic, that is, the authenticity of an object is completely judged by the eyes, and only by taking out the door can you sense whether the thing is good or bad - which is why it will not be returned once selected.

Quite a powerful routine.

Unfortunately, it was completely ineffective for Allen.

If the magic of this shop can even deceive the system, then he will throw in the towel.

Unfortunately, despite the effectiveness of this magic, Alan still sensed the system's need for something.

O conscience!

Is the system a discount promotion today?

Is there a gold galleon that can be satisfied! This discount is completely high, and it is unimaginable!

However, it was clear that Alan didn't intend to expose the system, and instead of rushing towards the thing being inducted, he rebuilt it haphazardly in the store.

Hufflepuff is not proficient in other things, can it be proficient in herbs?

And Alan has the inheritance of Zyra and Maokai, in this case, if he can still be deceived by fake medicine, then he can consider hanging a noodle to commit suicide.

Unfortunately, although Alan carefully selected for a long time, there were only a dozen or so of valuable herbs that were confirmed—the others were either only one or two sicos cheaper, or they were almost the same.

Profiteer!

Alan sneered in his heart.

But today is a bad day for profiteers.

He pretended to be casual and walked towards the pile of things that the system had flagged as needed, occasionally flipping through other things along the way to cover up.

After all the tricks, Alan finally approached the thing that caught the attention of the system.

Picking up the other things pressed on it, Alan frowned in disappointment.

It's just that the last thing he needs is sensed by the system.

What appeared in front of him was a simple, even dirty, knife.

It's a standard Japanese sword - but it's so rusty that you can't even pull it out.

The scabbard was wrapped in circles of white cloth, but at the moment it was either white or black, and it looked disgusting.

If it weren't for the system's clear identification of this thing, Alan would never have touched it.

However, since the system has a demand for this thing, then Alan naturally will not be stingy with the price of a mere one galleon - again, this price is really too cheap!!

If this thing dares to mark a thousand Galleons, Allen's only option is to blow up the head of the store - you still have to have a minimum conscience to do business, what do you mean by playing like this?

Now that the choice has been determined, Alan naturally will not dislike dirty, a magic weapon that can be favored by the system, what are you afraid of when you are dirty?

Anyway, Alan was about to go to the checkout with the herbs in one hand and the knife in the other--less than twenty Galleons, even if the herbs were sold at a low price, he could get a hundred Galleons, and this wave was definitely not a loss!

Unfortunately, just when he looked at the checkout place, he found that the old man was gone.

Alan, who was about to laugh happily just now, suddenly became unhappy - what do you mean?

Before he could call the shopkeeper, Alan felt a cold wind blowing behind him.

"There are many obstacles!"

Alan turned around and blasted out with a spell, but it didn't have much effect, and the old man who was looking at his old age almost sideways dodged his magic and attacked directly.

You can't play like this when you open a black shop? Can't you cheat money and rob it? It's only a few Galleons, are you so picky?

But this is obviously not the time to complain, the other party is about to get close - if this is replaced by an ordinary wizard, it will definitely be successful.

"The flames are blazing!"

A large ring of fire exploded from Eren and struck all corners - you dodge, right, but what about the area attacks?

The other party showed a serious expression, and then his body suddenly disappeared, and the next moment he appeared in the fire ring.

Just as he smiled confidently, a fist grew bigger and bigger in front of his eyes.