Didn't the Ministry of Magic hire Dementors because they don't pay them, they work all year round, and they bring their own "torture instruments"?

Ivan complained silently in his heart, but he still said generously.

"Forget it, let's give it a day off... We'll come back tomorrow. ”

Being able to raise the Divine Guardian to level four was enough for him, and he just needed to find time to practice slowly.

Doggett could see that Ivan was in a good mood, but given that Ivan had been fighting the Dementors for so long, he still made a suggestion.

"It's still early, how about I take you outside for a stroll?"

Ivan nodded, he couldn't go out in the dark magic shop every day, he was already a little idle.

After coming here, Ivan has always wanted to know what Tumbledown Alley looks like, but he has not raised the Divine Guardian to level 4 before, and he has not dared to go out alone.

"Come on, I suppose, you'll like that place," Doggett said mysteriously.

Ivan was in a bit of a mood.

Doggett relocked the chest where the Dementors were kept, and then cast protective magic in the empty room, leading Ivan out of the house.

"What if a patient arrives later?" Ivan glanced back.

"They'll wait there." Doggett doesn't care about the Tao.

Those who are willing to come here for treatment are some special patients, either who are injured for unsightly reasons, or dark wizards with criminal records, they can't go to a regular hospital, they can only come to him.

No matter how long they have to wait!

Ivan quickly figured this out, and realized in his heart that it was no wonder that Doggett offered such a ruthless price when he was treated, it turned out that he was not afraid of the other party's refusal at all...

After walking for about twenty minutes, the path led by Doggett became more and more deviant, and Ivan's brow furrowed.

If it weren't for the fact that his memory showed that Doggett had known his mother for more than a decade and had always had a good relationship, Ivan would have almost thought that he had been trafficked.

Fortunately, after a few minutes, Ivan noticed that there were more pedestrians around him.

Further on, there is a large, somewhat dilapidated square, but it is very lively, with many wizards' seats sitting on the ground on both sides of the square, and a rag is placed in front of them, on which are placed strange magical objects or materials...

"That's what you're talking about?" Ivan looked curiously left and right, and he felt that these wizards were like street vendors in the night market in his previous life.

"Of course, your mother shouldn't have brought you here yet, has she?" Doggett glanced back at him and explained.

"It's the wizarding market of Tumbledown Alley, whether it's legal or illegal, there's something for everyone."

"Nope." Ivan shook his head, remembering that Aisya would only occasionally take him to Diagon Alley.

"Did you buy your Dementors here too?" Ivan asked.

"You want to be beautiful!" Doggett said with a roll of his eyes. "It took me a lot of tongues and a lot of gold galleons to drag a friend to get it."

"Even here you can't buy it." Doggett said haughtily, not noticing that Ivan was muttering to himself.

Whatever you say is good for sale? Swindler!

"Let's see, there's anything you want... When I pay, it's a gift for you. Doggett gestured, but saw Ivan's eyes light up, and then added.

"Don't choose something too expensive..."

Ivan ignored him, but walked over to one of the stalls, crouched down and picked up a vial of blood.

This is a bottle of Thestrals' blood, and there are bottles labeled with dragon's blood and unicorn blood next to it, Ivan sighed for a while, what he had painstakingly wanted before, it was possible to buy it in the market so easily.

But after coming into contact with it, Ivan realized the difference.

[Thestrals' Blood

Activity: Very low

Description: This is the blood of a male adult Chinese New Year's Eve, which contains the magic power that represents death. 】

Noticing the hint in the system's inventory, Ivan shook his head in disappointment and put the bottle back, the activity of these blood is too low, and he doesn't know how long it has been placed, and it can't be used to make bloodline fusion potions.

"A vial of dragon's blood for 35 Galleons, Thestrals for 50 Galleons, unicorn blood... 70 Galleons! ”

The stall owner, an old witch with a pipe, a pointed hat and a cigarette in her mouth, slammed in on Ivan when she saw her shake her head, and stared at him.

"But seeing how cute you look, how about my sister give you a 7% discount?"

Ivan leaned back quietly, he didn't know much about the market price, but he also knew that the price was really high, and the horn of a unicorn in Diagon Alley was only 21 Galleons, but...

"How can unicorn blood be so much more expensive than the others?" Ivan wondered.

"Have you ever heard of someone raising a unicorn?" The old witch asked.

Ivan understood that dragons were bred in some places, and some of the night riders were tamed by wizards, and it was normal for the price to be lower.

"Haven't you picked yet?" Doggett walked up at this time, frowned when he saw the three bottles under Ivan's gaze, picked up one of the bottles, took some gold gallons from the bag and put them on the stall.

"Black market price, Thestrals blood 11 Galleons, just buy this!"

The old witch's hand holding the cigarette shook violently, and she raised her eyebrows and was about to scold, but when she raised her eyes and saw the person, she stopped talking and slammed her mouth.

"Mad dog Doggett?"

"Say it again, and I'll put your head in the cauldron!" Doggett grinned, dropped the money, and pulled Ivan out of the stall.

"Why did you buy Thestrals? I'm just going to see. Ivan said helplessly.

"Don't worry, it won't be wasted, and even if you don't need it, your mother will use it." Doggett winked at him.

Ivan's expression was over, and he thought that Doggett had discovered the secret of his bloodline fusion, but then he reacted, Doggett should be using it to make some magic props, so he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked curiously.

"Why did the old witch call you that?"

"Hmm.. Sometimes multiple deterrent nicknames can save a lot of trouble..."Doggett explained casually with a twinkle in his eyes.

Ivan didn't ask too much, and after spending an afternoon together, he didn't see that Doggett was like a mad dog, and although he liked to drink heavily and behaved strangely, it was still normal.

Does it mean that he is drunk and likes to play drunk?

Ivan looked at Doggett's drunken appearance and quietly moved away from him...

(PS: The inventor of the Wolf Poison Potion was Belby's uncle, Damocles-Marcus, not Snape, which is mentioned in Book VI and I mentioned in previous chapters.) In addition, as a comparison of prices, the horn made from the horn of a unicorn is sold for 21 gold gallons and 17 sike an ounce (28.350 grams) of dragon liver. ）