"Really?" Borgin Burck was a little unsure.

However, in his opinion, Sergei did come from a pure-blood family, and the mudbloods who broke into the Muggle world did not have such a temperament.

Sergei saw Joel turn his head and wink at him, looking into his trouser pocket.

Trouser?

What's in your pants pocket...... Magic wand!

Sergei's mind was spinning fast, and he took out his wand from his trouser pocket, "Clear water like a spring!" ”

Under Bogin Burke's horrified expression, a jet of water shot out from the tip of the staff and shot straight into the ceiling.

After the water shot to the ceiling, a few drops splashed into Bogin Bock's slightly grown mouth in surprise, cool and sweet.

Borgin Burke is also a wizard who has experienced Hogwarts magical education, this "clear water like a spring" spell seems simple, but it is a combination of transfiguration and charms, and its difficulty is to conjure drinkable water, which ordinary students will only learn in the sixth grade, and is the key exam content of the ultimate wizard assessment NEWT.

Looking at Sergei's appearance of being twelve or thirteen years old at most, he was able to cast such a profound spell......

This made Bogin Bock have to believe that if Sergei was not from a pure-blood family and practiced magic since childhood, he would be an out-and-out magic genius.

Either way, Borgin Bock intends to build a good relationship with him by raising the price of each set of books by 21 Galleons.

The former has been rooted in the wizarding world for many years, with intertwined relationships and unimaginable wealth, if as Joel said, Sergei was banished to England by a certain hermit family, once he is re-accepted by the family, the future benefits that can bring Bogin Bock are more than these tens of Galleons;

If he was a genius in spells, then he couldn't be offended, Bogin Bock still remembered the handsome boy who interned in his shop fifty years ago, he was amazingly glamorous and used black magic perfectly, and later became the man who couldn't even say his name, fortunately, he treated him well at the time, and when he resigned, he would have died dozens of times.

Paying 42 Galleons more is nothing more than that, and he can even raise the price of the resale to the Malfoy family by 50 Galleons to make up for the loss, but in the eyes of Joel and Sergei, these Galleons are a huge amount of money, and the two of them can't take out so many gold coins with their trouser pockets empty.

Borgin Bock pondered for a moment, "Well, a set of books is 210 Galleons, and that's a deal." ”

"Do you want a Gringotts money order or cash?"

"Cash." Joel said.

The money order had to be cashed out at Gringotts, and Joel was too lazy to do that.

"Cash." Sergey nodded.

"You count, there's 100 gold Galleons in a cloth bag, and I'll take the book if it's okay?" Borgin Bock pulled open the drawer under the counter, took out four small heavy gray cloth bags from it, and counted forty Galleons to them.

Joel opened the gray cloth bag, and there were stacks of gold coins neatly arranged inside, which stood out in the dimly lit room.

The crunch of the gold gallons colliding with each other fascinated Joel.

This is the first pot of gold to make a fortune!

"No problem." Joel and Sergei finished counting the Galleons in their hands, and Borgin Bock carefully placed the two sets of books in the cabinet behind him.

"Do you need any more dark magic items?" Borgin Bock said in a cold voice, "I have everything here......"

"No need, thank you." Joel looked at the objects around him, it was a little scary, and he didn't have any interest in buying them.

"If there's anything rare in the future, we'll come back." The two of them took the cloth bag containing Gareon into their arms, said goodbye to Bock, and left the gloomy shop.

Mrs. Weasley was waiting outside with a child in one hand, her face beaming with nervousness, and Ron and Ginny huddled under their mother's protection, staring down at the rocks beneath their feet, not daring to look at the dark magic shops by the roadside, whose windows were filled with all sorts of horrific skulls and animal and human torsos.

Joel's heart warms when he sees this scene, a stranger he has never met, willing to take two young children to protect your safety in the eerie Tumbledown Alley, it is too kind.

"Mrs. Weasley, I've kept you waiting." Joel dragged Sergei to Mrs. Weasley's side.

"It's okay......" Mrs. Weasley was relieved as she watched Joel and Sergei walk out.

Ron and Ginny let out a sigh of relief, and they could finally get out of this gloomy Tumbledown Alley.

The group hurried back, during which several wizards in black robes and black hoods threw malicious glances at the children.

"Madam, do you want an aphrodisiac, I guarantee that the effect is excellent!" A man quietly followed.

"Get out of here!" Mrs. Weasley yelled, "Aphrodisiac is a forbidden item!" ”

"If you don't want me to find someone from the Ministry of Magic who prohibits the abuse of the Magic Division to arrest you, get out of my way!"

Mrs. Weasley's brown hair was fluffy as she roared, like a lioness guarding her cubs.

The man was startled, and muttered something unwillingly, but he finally flinched under Mrs. Weasley's fierce gaze, which seemed to kill someone.

Several people returned to Diagon Alley unimpeded.

Leaving the dark alley, they felt that the blue sky above them was much brighter, the people around them were boiling, and the chill in their hearts was also dispelled a lot.

"Thank you for taking care of you, Mrs. Weasley." Joel sincerely thanked him.

If it weren't for Mrs. Weasley protecting them, she and Sergei might have had something to do in Tumbledown Alley.

In this way, the words of thanks pale in comparison.

"We're ......" Joel glanced to the side, and came up with a good idea to thank him.

"You wait for us a moment!" Joel took Sergey and ran to the Florin Fosco ice cream parlor down the street.

"Hello, please give us three raspberry ice cream!" Joel shouted.

A middle-aged man with a kind face came out of it, he smiled and nodded at the two, and went to dig ice cream with an egg cone in his hand.

"What are you doing here?" Sergei asked suspiciously, his eyebrows furrowed together.

"You ......," Joel suddenly didn't know how to explain to him, "Mrs. Weasley has helped us a lot, and we can give her some gifts." ”

"Wouldn't it be more straightforward to give Garon?" Sergei tilted his head, "You don't know if they like raspberry ice cream." ”

Joel found that Sergei had such a cold personality not without reason, and he did not seem to know how to get along with people.

If he gave the Weasley family gold Galleon as a token of her gratitude, Mrs. Weasley was afraid that she would just throw Galleon back in her face.

If you don't do this, you should give red envelopes during the New Year.