"Knock knock."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the gloomy store.

"It's closed, come back tomorrow." Karaktakus Bock, the owner of the Dark Magic Shop, shouted lazily from behind the counter.

"Knock knock."

The knocking on the door did not stop, but became more urgent.

"Hell, I told you to come back tomorrow." Old Bock raised his voice.

"Knock knock."

The knock on the door sounded for the third time.

Bock stopped talking nonsense, picked up the wand in his right hand, lifted the lamp in his left, and slowly groped towards the door. He suspected that his enemy had found him.

"Squeak."

This time there was no longer a knock on the door, and the rotten wooden door was pushed open. Two footsteps walked into the store, one in front of the other.

Bock was very nervous at this time, and his mind was racing, who was coming? A customer who bought a fake, a business rival, or an Auror from the Ministry of Magic?

He even thought of the posture of kneeling and begging for mercy.

Soon, two men in black in top hats stood in front of Bock.

The magic on the top hat obscured the visitor's appearance, but Bock could tell the difference between a man and a woman.

Although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, a fleur-de-lis embroidered on the man's trench coat still made Bock recognize him.

Bock breathed a sigh of relief, his thin arm clenching his wand drooped, and he placed the lamp in his left hand on the table next to him.

"Mr. Luigi Bourbon," said Bock with a flattering smile, "you can come tomorrow if you have something to sell, it's so late today, and the shop is closed." ”

Bock was well acquainted with this Mr. Luigi Bourbon. Mr. Bourbon began to dress in this way seven or eight years ago, so that people could not see the appearance clearly, and only the iris on the neckline could be recognized.

Every year, Bourbon would come to his shop to sell something shady, including dark magic items from Eastern Europe, funerary objects of the Egyptian pharaohs, and human sacrifices of the Inca tribes.

All in all, it's all good stuff. But Bock loved and hated Bourbon, and almost every time Bourbon demanded a price that was close to his limit, he couldn't take advantage of him at all.

As for black eating black. Heh, it's not like Bock didn't have this idea, but there were three dark wizards who struck before him. As for the result, he never saw these three again anyway.

"I'm not here to sell things, I'm here to buy things," Luigi's voice was inaudible, "soon." ”

Luigi drew his wand and played with it.

Seeing this, Bock didn't dare to forcibly drive him out, so he had to ask enthusiastically: "Ah, no problem. Don't know what Mr. Bourbon wants to buy? ”

"I've heard," Mr. Bourbon elongated, "that you've recently acquired a new gem of the Horned Serpent?" Give it to me. ”

Then he threw out a money bag. Bock stretched out his hand to catch it, weighed it, and showed an embarrassed expression: "Mr. Bourbon, why is it only three hundred Galleons?" ”

"That's right, aren't you just three hundred?" Bourbon reached out to Bock for the gem.

Bock smiled bitterly: "Mr. Bourbon, you are not a Nat and you don't plan to make me money." ”

"You just say you don't sell it."

Bock hesitated for a moment, but in the end it was the nature of a businessman who prevailed, and said with a smile: "Mr. Bourbon, I really can't accept the price of three hundred Galleons." Normally, the price of a longhorned water snake gem is 800 Galleons, so you can give some more. ”

As soon as Bock's words fell, a wand was pressed against his throat: "A gem is eight hundred, and you will give it three hundred, and that is still a jewel of the snake king." Bock, are you dishonest because I haven't set rules for you? ”

Bock unconsciously took a step back, a drop of cold sweat sliding across his forehead.

"I'm going to get it, I'm going to get it."

Bock crawled down a gem wrapped in black velvet from the shelf, respectfully handed it to Bourbon, and watched with a dry smile as Bourbon casually stuffed the gem into the witch's pocket beside him.

"You know each other." Bourbon coldly dropped a sentence and left the Burkinbock store with the witch behind him.

Old Bock smiled and watched Bourbon leave, only to feel that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

"Don't mess with this man, he scares me more than Tom at the beginning."

Leaving Tumbledown Alley and entering the bustling Diagon Alley, Bourbon takes off the hood from his and the witch's heads and returns to his original appearance.

"Why does he call you Bourbon?" Savannah retrieved the gem and began to feel happy again, regaining her inquisitive nature.

"Fake identity, used in the dark arts." Calvin explained.

Savannah frowned, "You're a dark wizard, I see." ”

"I'm not a dark wizard, but inevitably I'm going to have to deal with those bugs."

"Huh," Savannah replied dismissively, "By the way, what about the Purges?" ”

"Like last time, tie up and throw the mouth of the magic department," Calvin was a little impatient, "stop talking, we're here." ”

Calvin and Savannah stopped in front of a shop in Diagon Alley. Savannah looked up at the sign. The golden signboard has been peeled off, and it reads: "Ollivanders, a well-made wand since 382 BC".

"What are we doing here?"

"Buy you a new wand." Calvin pushed open the door to the wand shop and stepped in with Savannah.

"Good evening." A soft voice came from behind the counter, "If it's half an hour late, it's going to close." ”

An old man stood in front of them, his large, light-colored eyes like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Calvin greeted the old man politely. Savannah followed suit.

"Ah, Calvin, long time no see." The old man said, "Fourteen years ago, Minerva brought you to buy your first wand, as if it happened yesterday. Thirteen inches, birch, with a staff core that is the veins of Kemeramon, is powerful and suitable for casting spells. ”

"Yes, it's a pity that it was damaged in battle." Calvin lamented that he also missed his first wand.

"Oh, do you want a new wand?" Ollivander jumped for the challenge.

Calvin took out his wand and rubbed it for a while: "No, I already have a new wand." ”

"Is it a Frenchman? You go to school there. Or Grigovich's? It doesn't seem to be. Ollivander stared at Calvin's new wand, "Can you show me?" ”

Calvin handed his wand over. Ollivander looked at it for a moment and said, "The wand of the East?" It's instructive, and it's suitable for unleashing some specific magic. ”

Calvin took back his wand, nodded, and then pulled Savannah, who had been looking around and couldn't help but touch it, "Mr. Ollivanders, I'm coming over tonight, mainly as my friend." She's coming from North America, broke her wand, and wants to buy a new one from you. ”

Only then did Ollivander look at the wheat-skinned, tall witch.