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Tumbledown Alley, inside the Borgin-Bock store.

When the system prompted him to find out what information was hidden in a shop with a fireplace in Tumbledown Alley, Rossi immediately thought of the store.

At this moment, she stood in front of the counter, and her eyes fell back on Mr. Borgin behind the counter after a quick turn around the store.

"Good afternoon, Miss Rosie, it's a pleasure to see you again."

"Welcome," said Mr. Borgin in a slick tone, "What can I do for you?" Hmm~ Do you want to take a look, the price of the things I just bought today is very fair......"

Rossi's gambling in the underground casino bet heavily and won tens of thousands of Galleons, the shopkeeper in the overturned alley naturally did not know.

So when he saw her walk into his shop, Mr. Bokin's eyes lit up instantly.

"Mr. Borgin, I'm not here to buy something." Rosie smiled and said, "I'm here to ask you about someone." ”

Hearing her say that she would not buy anything, the smile on Mr. Bokin's face was about to fade, and when she said that she wanted to inquire about someone, it brightened again:

"Of course, of course! I'm here in the store, as long as you pay, no matter what form of goods you want to get, I will do my best to satisfy. ”

After a pause, he stared closely at Rosie's dark eyes: "Then Miss, who do you want to inquire?" ”

With his profiteer personality, if you ask him directly about Barty Crouch Jr., he will definitely ask for a sky-high price.

As his thoughts turned, Rosie spoke softly, "Do you know Voldemort's whereabouts?" ”

The moment he heard the name, Mr. Borgin shuddered, and the smile on his face turned to fear:

"No, don't mention the name! Miss, you're not here to entertain me, are you? How would I know...... Will you know the whereabouts of that person? ”

"Really? I thought that as his former store manager, you would know more or less about his whereabouts. Rosie said with a pretended sigh.

Mr. Borgin shook his head vigorously, indicating that he did not know.

Seeing this, Rosie was not in a hurry, and wandered around the shop leisurely.

After a few moments, Mr. Borgin finally recovered from the fear of hearing the name "Voldemort" suddenly, and looked at Rosie, who was touching this and looking at that in the store, and couldn't help but ask:

"Miss Rosie, as far as I know, you're an Auror from the Ministry of Magic, or a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, why are you inquiring about his whereabouts?"

Without an immediate reply, Rossi's gaze slowly shifted to his face:

"You know a lot."

Pursing her lips and smiling, she added, "Yes, I'm the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts right now, but I can't always be.

So, I need some merit that will allow me to move up the management level directly when I return to the Ministry of Magic.

And the ...... I'm sorry, but I'm trying to say that if I can find out the whereabouts of the mysterious person, that's the obvious credit. ”

Turning her eyes away, she sighed again: "It's a pity, don't say it's a mystery person, these days, even the Death Eaters are hard to find." ”

Mr. Borgin's eyes lit up at the mention of the Death Eaters, and he asked, considering his words:

"Miss Rosie, how much are you willing to pay if I have news of a Death Eater?"

Looking back with a stunned expression, Rossi made a puzzled expression on his face:

"Death Eaters? You wouldn't want to say that Lucius Malfoy was a former 'Death Eater' who couldn't be convicted, would you? ”

"Of course not......"

He was silent, habitually glancing left and right, "Again, if there is news of a Death Eater, how much are you willing to pay for it?" ”

"How much do you want?" Rosie asked casually, not showing much interest.

"One...... Five hundred Galleons. ”

The word "1,000" was changed to 500.

Rosie said half-truthfully: "Five hundred? You're asking for too much! ”

"Although the price is expensive, this is definitely worth the money, think about it, if you are promoted to Auror Inspector because of this, then this money is only half a year's salary, besides, Miss only earned tens of thousands of Galleons some time ago, five hundred Galleons, but it is just a drop in the bucket."

"No matter how much money you have, it's not like that, besides, if your news is true or not, whether it's useful or not, I don't know ......"

"I can swear to Merlin that my news is absolutely true!"

Swear so skillfully, can I trust you?

His gaze stopped on his face for two seconds, and Rossi muttered, "That's it, three hundred Galleons, I'll pay you ten percent first, and when I confirm that the news is indeed true, I'll give you the rest." Well...... I can swear to Merlin too. ”

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Mr. Bojin suddenly gritted his teeth: "Three hundred Galleons, pay half of it first, and give me the rest after you confirm the news." ”

In fact, when he quoted five hundred Galleons, Rosie could already accept it in his heart, but in order to prevent him from seeing his true purpose and sitting on the ground, she deliberately pressed down the price, but she didn't think about it, and she really had to press it down.

"Okay, that's it."

Rosie took out Galleon and lined him up on the counter, and the golden light looked straight into Mr. Burkin's eyes.

"Barty Crouch Jr."

He pronounced the name, and then said eloquently, "He thought he would be able to hide his eyes with a robe and a hood that concealed his appearance." But in fact, a hurricane spell is enough for a person to discover who he is. ”

It turns out that in Blake's memory, the gust of wind that blew off Barty's hood didn't come naturally.

Suddenly in his heart, there was a dissatisfied expression on his face:

"Mr. Bokin, as far as I know, Barty Crouch Jr. has died in Azkaban, you don't want to use a dead man to cheat me out of my money, do you?"

As she spoke, she pressed Mr. Borgin's hand, which he wanted to take from Galleon.

"Of course not, I'm an honest businessman, you listen to me."

Mr. Bojin raised his eyes with a sneer, "Two months ago, a man wrapped in a robe came to my shop to order a large amount of dragon scale chicken blood. ”

"Dragonscale chicken?"

Although Rosie didn't know what kind of breed it was, when she heard the "blood of chickens", her heart immediately became alert.

"Yes, the dragon scale chicken, this is a special breed from a distant ancient country, and it is said that the rooster that hatches the basilisk is the dragon scale chicken."

Seeing the surprise on her face, Mr. Borgin smiled, "A mysterious person orders this strange material, and I always have to find a way to see who he is." Guess what he's going to do. You know, I'm a businessman and I don't want to get involved in any strange incidents. ”

It's not your duty to do this at all.

Rosie complained in his heart, and didn't debunk his clumsy excuse: "So what? How can you be sure that person is little Barty? And what does he want to do? ”

Hearing this, Mr. Borgin took out a stack of parchment from the cabinet and flipped through it, then pulled out one of them:

"I put a unique mark on the container of chicken blood, and it's still the Crouch family's old home. I guess that's proof enough, right? ”