Chapter Twenty-Three: Lucius is angry
Boginbock quickly suppressed the excitement on his face, first confessed to Mu En, and then turned around, replacing it with a businessman's flattering smile and slick tone: "Mr. Malfoy, it's a pleasure to see you again, if you have anything you want to buy, look at it." ”
Lucius Malfoy looked at Bogginbock: "No, I'm not here to buy something, Mr. Bogin, I'm here to sell something."
As you may have heard, the ministry has stepped up its scrutiny of our major families. The Aurors at the Ministry of Magic suspect that we have something to do with the idiot who caused havoc here a month ago. ”
As soon as Lucius finished speaking, the smile on Boginbock's face suddenly froze, and his eyes involuntarily looked at the door.
It was the instinct of the fleeing creatures that drove him.
Even though he had now become a living dead, he still felt a desire to escape at this moment.
Thinking, he turned back a little stiffly.
Muen flipped through the ancient Greek manuscript casually, not caring about Lucius's words.
Lucius did not notice the change in Boginbock's expression, and he took a roll of parchment from the inside pocket of his coat and unfolded it for Mr. Borgin.
"I have some... Yes... Something that may cause me inconvenience..."
"Sorry! Mr. Lucius, could you please wait a moment, I need to speak to this gentleman first. Boginbock quickly interrupted him, and then ignored Lucius's answer, and turned around: "Sir, let's go to the back room and talk." ”
Muen nodded, picked up the manuscript, and walked into the back room first. Boginbock looked back at Lucius, "Mr. Malfoy, you're at your own convenience. ”
The expression on Lucius's face did not change, but his breathing gradually became a little heavier, and his gaze was a little gloomy. He looked at Mu En's back, trying to find out his origin.
Borgin Bock.
His full name is Karaktakus Bock, and he is often referred to as Mr. Bokin.
Yes, honorific titles. Even if it was him, Lucius Malfoy was no exception. No one in the British wizarding world would underestimate this greasy-looking old fellow.
In addition to selling all kinds of weird and dangerous dark magic objects, he also collects all kinds of strange and evil things. There are even many families who pawn illegal magical objects in their homes because they are afraid of the Ministry of Magic's raids.
As long as anyone with a little brain knows, this guy's strength should not be underestimated, and he is even a real master of dark magic.
Even the mysterious man who has just graduated has done errand work here.
Lucius knew his master too well, he would never be the kind of guy who looked at running errands.
This is undoubtedly a strong testament to the strength of the store and its owner, Boginbock.
Now, however, Mr. Borgin had made such a gesture to someone he had never heard of before...
The back room, which looked like a messy storage room, but as soon as he stepped inside, Mu En felt a lot of malice wrapped around him.
These magical fluctuations from various dark magic items are enough to corrode and destroy the mind of a young wizard, and become startled and chattering.
With a wielding wand, Boginbock pulled a large chest out of the corner and patted away the dust webs on it to unblock it.
Later, Mu En also saw what was in it.
A small wooden box with a strong salty smell, about the size of a jewelry box. The wooden crates were rotten, mossy barnacles, and water dripping from the cracks.
Boginbock looked at the box with some fear: "It's it, it's been sealed for so many years, but it's always the same thing that it just came out of the water." ”
As he spoke, Boginbock took out the small box, and when he opened it, there was a snail, a small roll of fish skin, and a gold disc necklace.
"That's the curse this necklace brought to me." Boginbock looked at the necklace, fear and anger in his eyes.
Sure enough, this curse of Bokinbock is of the same origin as the curse they encountered in the Caribbean, Jack Barbossa.
"Mr. Borgin, you know. It's easy to kill someone, but it's hard to save someone. Mu Enmo touched the invisible cat whiskers of others.
"I know." Boginbock nodded: "As long as I can solve my curse, my things are up to Mr. to choose." ”
Mu En nodded: "I'll try my best." Honestly, I know a little bit about this curse. ”
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the wand that seemed to be huge to the wizards of this world appeared.
Mu En waved his wand, and a streamer appeared in the eyes of the skull at the end of the wand, leaving an afterimage in the dark room, like two fire dragons that continued to bloom with brilliant colors.
Eventually, Munn's wand struck Boginbock's forehead, and all the brilliance from his forehead drilled into his brain, making him look like a lantern.
The brilliance went round from head to bottom, and then...
Boginbock pursed his lips, his pupils dilated. Then he took out his wand and aimed it at his wrist, and the tip of the wand turned into a blade, and it was a fierce slash.
Gurgling blood came out of the wrist.
"I... I... It worked. Bogin muttered with a shudder.
Pain... It's been so long, so long that he's forgotten what it feels like.
In order to lift this curse, he tried all means, even slaughtering the French family back then, and returning all the spoils to the destroyed mermaid tribe, but to no avail.
He had been living dead for decades.
Now, that human feeling came back to him.
"Don't get too excited, I've only temporarily suppressed the effect of the curse right now, and it will only last for about an hour. If you want to really lift..."
Boginbock reacted quickly: "Sir, you are free. As he spoke, he took the lead in handing the box to Mu En: "You can take whatever I have here." Boginbock is always open to you. ”
Mu En was a little surprised, he didn't expect that he had only temporarily suppressed the curse, and the other party would be so excited.
He admits that he was careful, but he didn't expect Bojin to be so sincere and make no secret of his desire.
Isn't he afraid that he will be swept clean by himself?
"I've been the living dead for forty years, and there's nothing to fear. As a human being, if you can't feel anything, then what's the point? Boginbork said frankly.
"Yes." Mu En nodded and said with a smile: "I don't want to be stared at by a living dead for the rest of my life, it's too unsettling." ”
"I definitely don't think like that." Boginbock hurriedly lowered his head.
Muen didn't care about these words, he stood up, wrapped the wooden box in parchment, and then picked up the ancient Greek manuscript and gestured to Boginbock.
"I'll study it when I go back, and I'll come again."
"Books, please." Boginbock hurriedly said: "I take the liberty of asking, when will you come next?" ”
"Next week?" Mu En casually returned for a while, and walked out of the house as he spoke.
Lucius was in the hall, looking at an ancient silverware in his hand, and then he noticed Muen and Boginbork coming out of the room.
The smile on Bogin's face was squeezed out of the folds.
When Mu En walked to the door, Bo Jin hurriedly arrived: "By the way, what should I call you?" ”
Mu En took the box and turned around, thinking about it...
"Captain!"
With that, he teleported away.
Lucius watched the self-proclaimed "Captain" depart solemnly, then turned to look at Boginbock.
"Mr. Borgin, I think we..."
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy. Sorry, I'm closing. With that, Bogin walked over and walked with Lucius to the door of the store, almost impatiently.
"It's hard to explain to you, but... Well, if you really want to sell something, come back in an hour. Bojin couldn't wait to close his shop.
"Why?" Lucius was a little angry, even if it was a clay man, he was angry, not to mention, he was the head of the Malfoy family.
Having him wait outside had almost exhausted his patience and the little respect he had for Bokin.
Borgin chuckled unconcernedly, completely unconcerned about Lucius' thoughts. When he was tumbling down the alley, Lucius was still a milk doll.
In the past, everyone was in business, so give a good face, but now...
"I'm going to enjoy my rare hour, Lucius."
With that, he also left with a phantasmal shapeshift.