After leaving the bookstore, Chen Ang patronized a potion ingredient store called Slug and Giggs Apothecary, and as soon as he entered the door, he smelled a stench of rotten eggs mixed with rotting biological tissue, so that Chen Ang had to quietly apply an 'air freshening' to himself, which was a life spell he had just learned, and Chen Ang imitated it with arcane arts, but it was also decent.

Glancing at the wooden barrels piled up on the ground, which contained toad livers, eel eyes, bat droppings and the like, sticky buckets full of sticky, and the cabinet on the wall was full of glass bottles of various powders and herbs, some air-dried animal tissue, claws, feathers, and fangs, and black tissues of unknown animals, like grease piled up in a ball, strung together on a dirty rope, the whole style of painting was a bit like the African witchcraft material market.

Chen Ang should be glad that there are no skulls of men and women, muggle children's organs, dry human hands, rotten brains, such necromantic casting materials, but Chen Ang knows that there must be these things in Tumbledown Alley, which may be the reason why the Ministry of Magic acquiesces to its existence!

After all, although many black arts are theoretically illegal, but wizards secretly practice these things, it is already an almost public behavior, wizards who do not learn this kind of magic, against the tradition of wizards, most wizards are like Texans in the United States, are loyal to gunism, every pure-blood family, the family inheritance of black magic is regarded as the lifeblood, of course, the shame of pure-blooded Weasley.

Although the materials here are complete, Chen Ang wants to buy the most live magical animals, not tissues, organs and specimens, there is nothing, and live magical animals can probably only be bought in pet stores and on the black market.

As for whether to go to a pet store and buy some? Chen Ang thought it would be better to go to the black market.

What Chen Ang wanted most was those magical animals that could be dissected and studied, full of vitality and fresh magic, and were carrying out life activities all the time, instead of these withered, rotten, and lifeless magical materials, but he still bought some and prepared to do repeated experiments on potions, relying on repeated formulas to study something.

Although the magic books in the Blotted Bookstore are comprehensive, some books related to the knowledge of dark arts and ancient magic banned by the Ministry of Magic are not sold at all, they are either handwritten manuscripts, or early editions published before the relevant laws of the Ministry of Magic were completed, and are now in the study rooms of the major pure-blood families and the forbidden areas of Hogwarts.

In the potion formula, although there are relevant books on the magic potion and the compound elixir, there is no clear formula, and the other more common potion formulas are very clear, but there is no systematic pharmacological analysis and dialectics, it seems that the only way for wizards to study potions is to try, with experience, the blind cat touches the mouse to find something.

After Chen Ang came out of the pharmacy, his originally bulging wallet had dried up, and the gold gallons exchanged were a little poor for his huge shopping plan, but Chen Ang was no longer ready to exchange them. The two main materials, books and potions, were already in place, and he was not ready to buy those backward tools in the wizarding world, such as crucibles, which he didn't need to fold, enchant, or stir automatically, and biochemical modulation equipment and related scientific instruments were the things he wanted.

And the Ollivanders wand shop, although Chen Ang does need a wand, he prefers to make one himself, integrating the wand-making knowledge of this world and the relevant arcane knowledge of Faerun, for an existence like Chen Ang, Ollivander's wand is too shallow, if he tries it, he will find that every wand is suitable, but it seems to be suitable but it is not suitable.

Chen Ang didn't need a wand to get used to him, he was good enough to drive any magic item, so he only needed to make a suitable one himself.

Now Chan only had to find a place to stay, and he returned to the middle of Diagon Alley, where Gringotts was located, where there was a dimly lit alley that led to the famous gathering place of dark magic materials, Tumbledown Alley, although people had always compared Tumbledown Alley and Diagon Alley as if they were two streets that were juxtaposed.

In fact, Diagon Alley is the largest gathering place for wizards in London, a large market with a lot of shops of all kinds, while Tumbledown Alley is just a remote and hidden corner of Diagon Alley, where many illegal black magic material shops gather, in fact, it is very remote and small.

Chen Ang is only here because it is secluded enough.

The alley was dark and narrow, and the dark magic shops on both sides were dimly isolated, and an old and ugly witch peeked at him from behind the counter, smiling at the point of revealing her sharpened teeth, which Chen Ang knew at a glance came from many different people, and it seemed that this witch, like President Washington, had a penchant for pulling out other people's teeth and putting them on her own gums.

Of course, President Washington also likes to strengthen black maids, and when he pulls out black people's teeth, he may not have black toothpaste.

So Chen Aung Liso raised his umbrella, although it was really just an umbrella, but at least it made people feel that he still needed a wand, to hide the fact that the Grand Arcanist didn't need a wand and didn't need to cast a spell.

"Spell!"

This is a fourth-level necromantic spell, but it was slightly modified by Chen Ang, adding some head-lowering techniques and other things, and then Chen Ang saw the witch covering her mouth in horror, her dentures had taken root in the gums, and a large number of bony thorn-like tooth roots were trying to drill into her mandible.

The witch fell to the ground in pain, unable to howl out, only hissing.

"There really are teeth pulled out of the mouth of a dead person! Then enjoy their grievances! The gift of the deceased is not so easy to take......" Chen Ang sneered and continued to walk forward, several wizards who stretched out their heads to watch quietly from the side quickly retracted into the house, Chen Ang easily gained respect on this dangerous street.

He came to shop 13B, which was bigger than any dark magic shop in Tumbledown Alley, and of course it was also the dark and messy virtue, Chen Ang, who had no expectations for the quality of service in the wizarding world, bowed his head and walked into this black magic store that looked like a traditional 19th-century Chinese grocery store, with various masks hanging on the walls.

The obvious curses and traces of black magic had a sense of presence that Chen Ang couldn't ignore.

The shop was empty, the shopkeeper seemed to be very relieved of the security here, and put his goods here so easily, some yellow wooden artificial eyes were soaked in glass bottles, when Chen Ang stepped forward, his eyes quickly turned, those dense eyes stared at him, and there were all kinds of skulls, Chen Ang could identify those skulls that belonged to different races, different genders, cut off alive, were placed on the counter, Chen Ang could recognize that some of the materials were taken from the dead, and some were taken from the living.

Of course, after taking it off, it must be dead.

The difference is whether there is a grievance wrapped around it before death.