As a well-known black market tycoon, Bo Jin owns several properties and properties under his name, as well as various businesses under his control, and when these are replaced by Chen Ang's real name magic, he no longer lacks places to experiment and manpower and material resources. The owl that Bo Jin has turned into can only watch Chen Ang use his shop, control his business, use his connections, and spend his money!

Even those properties that have been subjected to the Curse of Absolute Loyalty naturally open their doors to 'their owners', for in any judgment, Aang Chen, who has taken away Bokin's real name, is Bo Jin himself, even more like him than Bo Jin, and Bo Jin can see for himself how magic can take everything from him.

At first, Bo Jin thought that Chen Ang had just cast a powerful confusion spell to make everyone think that he was Bo Jin, but later on, he saw Chen Ang take out his own and his family's treasured magic books and related inheritances, and even enter Gringotts' vault in a big way and take out the money that belonged to him.

Bojin is almost crazy!

"You can't do that!" Borgin pleaded, "Leave me something!" This was the most futile struggle he had when he saw Chen Ang pass the spell test and take out the dark magic book inherited by the Bock family's bloodline, you know, the Bock family once intermarried with the Black family, and his grandfather married Belvina, the daughter of the Black principal.

For this reason, the Burke family obtained a part of the Black Inheritance of the Black Magic Book from the Black family, but these things need to pass the bloodline test of the Black family before they can be opened to wizards.

But now, Chen Ang is holding a shadowy magic book reading, this Black family's magic book on the three unforgivable curses, on the outside it looks like a rich shadow that cannot be dissolved, in fact, Chen Ang found it in the shadow under the fireplace of the old mansion of the Bock family.

How do you flip through the shadows?

Unbeknownst to Bokin, in fact he could only read it at the moment of the intersection of morning and dusk, when the first rays of sunlight fell on the shadows, but now it was in Chen Ang's hand and flipped through it like a horny bitch, eager to go around the thief's hand.

"Your stuff?" Chen Ang looked up from the magic book and smiled, "What are your things?" This is my thing! You're a nameless person, remember, all you have now is an illusory memory, you have nothing but memories that belong to Borgin Burke, which is mine, you're a whole new person? …… Or is it an owl? It depends on what I want to turn you into? ”

"My improved Malicious Transfiguration combines the expertise and prowess of the Arcane Transfiguration School, and combines the naturalness and coordination of the ancient Druid's Transfiguration, while also incorporating the convenience and fun of the Transfiguration of wizards, it is a permanent Malicious Transfiguration. The key is 'permanent' and 'malicious', which means that if I don't cast a spell to undo it, then you will never be able to undo it, and only I can undo it. ”

"And malice means that I can take the initiative, depending on whether I am kind or malicious to let the Transfiguration be expressed in you, that is to say, if I want, I can give you an owl's brain, hoping that it can hold your shallow and poor consciousness."

"Of course, if I take your memories - you'll have nothing. The name Borgin Burck will have nothing to do with you, and you will become a thorough, completely new person...... or something. If I turn you into a male dog, then you pray for a miracle that you won't get impulsive towards a fluffy little animal. ”

Borgin was trembling—it was a little funny to an owl, and he opened his mouth to let out the terrible wail of the night owl, and Chen Ang raised his wand and gave him a malicious transfiguration, and then Mr. Borgin became irrepressible, and developed an appetite for the little creatures that moved in the shadows, and he was afraid to fly up with his wings and rush towards the wriggling mouse in the dark house.

After Chen Ang turned a few more pages of the magic book, Bo Jin flew back, the night owl's face vividly appeared like a dead expression, Chen Ang glanced at him, and casually restored him to human form, after Bo Jin returned to his original form, the conditioned reflex was nausea, he almost wanted to vomit, but the hairy touch of the stomach made him creepy.

"I remember wizards don't care about that, you eat a frog's liver raw, swallow a half-sized poisonous toad alive, chew a dead mouse, or even rot ...... Why do you have a physiological aversion? Chen Ang asked with interest, and he closed the shadow magic book with his backhand.

Bo Jin prostrate forward, like an embarrassed house elf, put Chen Ang's feet on top of his head, and said in a trembling voice: "My master......" Chen Ang smiled coldly, and used his wand to his heart, Bo Jin immediately felt a pain of body distortion, and his body began to twist and shrink, turning into a skinny appearance.

His head had not changed, he had a comical appearance of a large and small body, his greasy hair had begun to fall out, his nose had become pointed and long, his ears drooped like pigs, his face had become wrinkled and old, he was defenseless, skinny, and had eyes the size of a tennis ball and bulging.

Bogin groped for his new body and then screamed like a goblin, knowing what he had become—a house-elf.

He looked at Chen Ang, wanting to vent his anger and fear, but an inexplicable constraint in his brain, the power of a contract, made him completely collapse, he had a splitting headache, and had to hold a table leg and keep hitting it with his head, so that the pain of the outside world could dispel the pain that worked in his brain, invisible and intangible.

"The host...... Master. Bo Jin stretched out his hand to Chen Ang and screamed, "Forgive me, master, forgive me." ”

Chen Ang threw him a torn pillowcase, and Bo Jin sobbed and put it on his body, by this time he already knew that he had been transformed into a complete house elf, and the memories that belonged to Bo Jin in his head were still there, but that only confused him, because a deep-seated nature had taken root in his brain.

"You see, it's not difficult to get you to obey and fear, is it?" Chen Ang smiled.

"A large part of the magical creatures were created by wizards, and I don't know how those ancient wizards created a species, but I found some clues in the book Where are the Magical Creatures. On the northernmost island of Delia in Scotland, there is a magical fetish, the five-legged monster, whose body is clinging to the ground, covered with thick reddish-brown hair, and has five legs, each with a misshapen foot at the end. ”