Hearing Bock's words, Ivan couldn't help but shudder, this old guy was really insidious, fortunately he asked cautiously, otherwise he would be killed if he recklessly entered the library.

"And how do you usually get in?" Ivan asked curiously.

Since you can't use lighting magic in a dark-lit library, what does Bock do when he wants to check or take out a book? Do you feel the dark like a blind man?

That's obviously not possible...

"You can enter with a glorious hand." Bock's answer was as concise as ever.

Ivan suddenly realized, it seems that Bock has set up some kind of light-sensing magic inside the library, and the special magic prop of the Hand of Glory, only the person holding it can see the light, and naturally can avoid the perception of vigilance magic.

It just so happened that among the dark magic items that Althea brought back to study at that time, there was this magic item, which could be used directly.

Ivan then wondered. "What if your glorious hand is lost like this one?"

"There are several items in stock in the store, and I can take the time to make another one." Bock said blankly.

Ivan patted his head, he actually forgot about this stubble.

Bock himself is a master crafter of magical items, and he can even easily repair the broken Vanishing Cabinet in the original plane, so it is naturally not difficult to make a glorious hand, otherwise Bock would not have sold this thing to Malfoy.

Inevitably, Bock had any other traps in the magic shop that caused him to be trapped, and Ivan took the trouble to ask carefully.

The more Ivan asked, the more frightened he became, Bock had set up a large number of traps in the magic shop, and many dangerous dark magic items were in a state that could be activated at any time.

Ivan couldn't help but sigh that fortunately, he came to a surprise attack in the invisibility cloak in that battle, and did not give Bock time to prepare, otherwise he might not have won so easily.

"I also set up a little magic in the basement, and when a stranger enters, it will automatically make a sound prompt, and there is only one way to crack it..."

But it didn't take long for Bock's face to change, and he looked at Ivan in horror and screamed in horror.

"What did you do to me?"

Bock recalled everything he had just said, his face was like ashes, and he quickly guessed that Ivan had just given him a truth potion, and his body went limp directly...

He knew he was finished!

Bock's face changed, he glared at Ivan in shock and anger, and finally smiled helplessly and closed his eyes. "Let's do it!"

Ivan looked at Bock, drew his wand and pointed, and a plate appeared on the ground in front of him.

Bock waited for a while without feeling pain, then he smelled a fresh scent, sniffled, and opened his eyes to see Ivan still standing there, and a small pot of polenta on the ground.

Bock, who was so hungry, looked at the pot of polenta, swallowed with difficulty, and then looked at Ivan in puzzlement. "What the hell do you mean!"

Bock was very strange, he thought that Ivan would kill himself after the questioning.

"You've already made it clear what I want to know, and if you still want to starve to death on a hunger strike, it doesn't matter." Ivan left this sentence and turned to leave.

These polenta are naturally leftovers for everyone to eat in the morning.

If he could, Ivan didn't want Bock to die so soon, and his modified polyjuice decoction needed a tester who could stand the toss.

No way, who kept Peter away for months? It made Ivan a little uncomfortable, so he had to replace it with another person.

Bock watched in confusion as Ivan's figure disappeared outside the door, unable to understand why Ivan would spare his life, knowing that he had no value.

Soon, Bock's eyes were drawn to the bowl of polenta under him, and he was caught in the battle between heaven and man.

He really wanted to knock over this pot of porridge, and pointed at Ivan disdainfully and said that he would rather starve to death than eat it!

But by this time Ivan had already left, and no one would notice how tough he was, so Bock finally gave up on the idea, and lay down on the ground with his eyes closed, ready to starve himself to death.

After a few days of not eating or drinking, Bock's lips were white and chapped, and he was even more thirsty, and the fragrance of corn porridge kept wafting into his nose, disturbing Bock's thoughts.

Bock, who was bored, opened his eyes and looked at the polenta placed not far away, and suddenly a thought came to him.

What if this bowl of porridge is actually so hard to drink that you can't eat it at all?

Bock thought to himself, in this case, he would not need to suffer this kind of torture...

Bock comforted himself and repeatedly insisted that he would lick it and taste it!

It's just one bite!

Because his body was tied, Bock could only hold his head with difficulty, leaned forward and licked it hesitantly.

The sweet and mellow taste of the polenta was transmitted to the brain through the taste buds on the tongue, and Bock suddenly snorted, how could it be... So fragrant?

Illusion... This must be hungry, it's not delicious at all!

Bock tried so hard to convince himself.

Then Bock thought of another question, what if this porridge was poisonous? He didn't think Ivan was so kind, he felt that Ivan must be too young to be a killer, so he planned to poison himself!

After comforting himself again, Bock made up his mind to lick a few more bites...

A few minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and the small pot of polenta in front of him had been licked clean.

Bock finally looked away...

Anyway, in the case of drinking the truth elixir, I have already revealed everything that should be said and what should not be said, so it seems that there is no point in persisting like this, it is better to eat and drink enough every day and wait for the other party to give me a good time!

Man... Why do you have to be yourself?

......

On the other side, Ivan had borrowed the Hand of Glory from Aisya and infiltrated the Boggin Burk Magic Shop in the Cloak of Invisibility.

It's been a few days since he'd last visited, and the badly damaged shop had been restored, and the corpse and blood had already been disposed of by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.

Although there were no Aurors patrolling the area, the cautious Ivan still wore an invisibility cloak to avoid being seen.

Ivan entered the basement and searched the corner on the right side for a while according to the hints given by Bock, and sure enough, he found the so-called secret door.

There was a grotesque notch in it, partially obscured by a stone table, and it wouldn't be noticeable if you didn't pay close attention.

Ivan took out the pendant and put it in, and after a few moments, a piece of wall in front of him suddenly shook and slowly dented.

Thundered...

With a stiff grinding sound, a dark passage was revealed...