Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 177 Fantastic Beasts Black Market
After solving the puzzles of a bunch of bosses, Allen took a private jet to South Africa, where he met Hagrid.

On the way, he thought about some details.

Calling these bigwigs is not only about the financial advantage they provide, but also a mature scientific research team is necessary to make breakthroughs in technology.

And these bigwigs have the world's top scientific research team in the true sense. Even though these teams are still immature, they can transform Alan's blueprint into a real thing.

A year later, Mr. Stock God assured Allen that he could see the preliminary results after one year.

Allen easily closed his eyes and squinted for a while. Even if he showed his feet and was caught by the Ministry of Magic, the other party had nothing to do with him now. Wizards only care about the secrets of magic, but they don't care about the spread of science.

The plane landed in Rio de Janeiro, because it is in the southern hemisphere, so the climate is relatively cold in summer.

The four Scar's men surrounded Allen for a few games, which saved Allen a lot of trouble.

At the agreed place, Alan met Hagrid.

Hagrid wasn't wearing his battered black overcoat.

The coat woven with unicorn hair was luxurious and free from any stains. It was as soft as silk drawn from silver. Around his neck was a necklace made of a string of bones, all of which had strange primitive runes.

Allen always knew that Hagrid was very rich. He had been the administrator of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts for decades, and Hagrid, who got along well with most of the magical animals, received gifts beyond imagination.

Take the most trivial of them.

In the past, Hagrid had as much venom as the acromander spider's venom. The market price of this kind of snake venom in the wizarding world was one-third of a liter of one hundred gold Galleons.

From this income, we can see how rich Hagrid is.

Not to mention the unicorn fur coat that Hagrid was wearing, it wasn't something rich people could buy.

Allen walked around Hagrid enviously, and he saw many other 'trinkets', even he, a rich man, couldn't help being amazed.

"Hagrid, tell me honestly, how much wool have you plucked from Hogwarts in the Forbidden Forest these years? Has the Hogwarts Board of Trustees never checked the school's assets?"

Hagrid looked a bit twitchy, "With Dumbledore around, as long as I don't wear it in front of them, they will pretend that they don't know about it, and I wouldn't wear it like this if other people didn't value it."

Allen nodded. The reason why Hagrid was able to harvest dragons and three-headed dogs every time had a lot to do with his luxurious clothes. Although he would be considered an upstart, every time he entered the black market, he could go directly to the top VIP seats.

"By the way, where is Norbert?"

Hagrid looked at Ellen itchingly.

Allen couldn't help complaining, "Don't you want me to let him out now?"

The fire-breathing dragon was shut down by Allen for a few days, and immediately began to work hard on magic. Allen promised him that if he learned the [Phantom Curse], he would be able to do more activities in normal times.

After all, optical stealth is still very advanced in this era.

"Well, when the space becomes more spacious, we can let Norbert come out to play."

Hagrid said quietly.

Then he was about to take Allen to the black market, and looked at the four 'little' strong men behind Allen with some embarrassment, "According to the rules of the black market, ordinary people are not allowed to enter."

Scar's subordinates looked at each other and smiled, and their pupils instantly turned into deep wolf eyes.

Allen took out his Primordial Tree staff, took the prepared compound soup, and explained to Hagrid, "These are the werewolves I hired. I provide them with the full moon potion, and they serve us."

Hagrid nodded.

After a while, Allen, who was taking the compound decoction, became a little old man with white beard and hair.

Hagrid led a few people through the crowded slums, went around to the left of the famous Jesus statue, and then stopped in front of a huge banyan tree that required four people to surround him. He uttered a secret word.

The leaves covering the ground flew up, coiling around several people, forming a huge barrier. When the leaves fell again, the few people entered a strange and mysterious realm.

The sky was very dark, with only a few sporadic lights, like twinkling silver stars.

On both sides of a straight avenue are graystone Gothic buildings, but they are extremely asymmetrical. It feels like they were built one after another over hundreds of years. The outer walls of these buildings are huge, with transparent glass windows. Inside are magical animals that are locked up. They circle around in their cages uncomfortably.

Seeing this scene, Hagrid shrugged a little unhappily, "After so many years, they still treat magical animals so roughly."

After Hagrid's huge body appeared, he was immediately noticed by the management of the market. A dark-skinned, muscular young man walked over and said with a smile, "You are His Excellency Rubeus Hagrid. Director Joseph reminded us that you are coming back today. He is temporarily busy and will come to receive you later."

Obviously, Hagrid is a big customer of this black market, the kind that is received every time he comes.

Hagrid looked at the young man, he felt an unusual smell from the other person, and the smell full of killing of life made him very uncomfortable.

"Where's Joseph? What's he up to?"

Hearing the question, the young man's eyes flashed, and he said embarrassingly, "This is a matter for the high-level people in the black market, and a small person like me can't know it."

Alan didn't have any hostility towards young people, after all, you eat pork yourself, so you can't keep blaming the butcher for killing.

Fantastic animal smuggling continues to be the largest smuggling trade in the wizarding world, with a combined value exceeding that of prohibited dark magic items.

"Lead the way ahead, by the way, what's your name?"

The young man looked at Allen, who had turned into a little old man. Although he had never seen this man, he could tell how powerful this old man was from the wand containing powerful magic fluctuations in his hand.

As he led the way respectfully, he said, "March Ryan, you can call me March."

Allen nodded, then looked at Hagrid, and chatted, "This kind of black market is often held here?"

If this is the case, either the organizers of the black market have all-hands and eyes, or the organizers are too stupid.

Hagrid shook his head, "No, usually twice a year, they will send invitations to specific people and choose different locations, but recently..."

Hagrid hesitated for a moment, the last few times seemed to be held here.

March quickly explained, "Because of the development of the Amazon rainforest next to it, we found many secret places and precious magical animals in it. The high-level officials simply want to fix a venue so that everyone can trade with confidence. Moreover, the Ministry of Magic in Brazil is not so strict about the trading of magical animals."

Suddenly, a red light flashed beside Allen, and Little Nebula slipped out of the poke ball by himself. Although he was severely taught by Allen several times, he was as free as a husky cub.

After Little Nebula came out, he glared at March with hatred in his cute eyes. If it wasn't for him not having any attack skills, he might have directly sent a wave of destruction and death.

Allen patted Xiao Xingyun's air mass-like body, "Since it's out, don't cause trouble."

He smiled and said to March, "It is not a wise move to fix the place before you have enough strength."

March smiled embarrassingly. He felt that the old wizard's words were sarcasm, but who made the other party God.

He could only take the two of them to a descending passage in a hurry.

At this time, two pursuers suddenly jumped out from the side, one of them slammed into Hagrid at high speed, and the middle-aged man behind roared, "Catch that thief!"

Hagrid helped up the person he had knocked down in front of him. The person was thirteen or fourteen years old, with a typical Asian face, a thin figure, and a handsome face.

There was horror in his eyes.

Hagrid hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside to let the kid run, while he blocked the middle-aged man who was chasing him with one step.

But Ma Qi, who was next to him, had quick hands and quick eyes, and grabbed the boy in one go.

The middle-aged man glanced at Hagrid apprehensively, and then said to March, "Thank you."

Suddenly, the little nebula next to Allen let out a "cuckoo" sound.

"What did he steal from you?" Allen turned to look at the middle-aged man with a serious expression.

The middle-aged man looked ugly, "What does this have to do with you?"

As he said that, he wanted to snatch the boy from March.

However, Scar's subordinates would not let go of such a good performance party. One of them directly showed his wolf claws, easily grabbed the middle-aged man's arm, and tried hard, but the other party was not moved at all.

The body also showed some wolf-like features. The next moment, Hagrid's huge palm easily pinched the middle-aged man's head, and lifted it up, "Boy, what do I ask you? Did he steal something from you? Or do you want to wrestle with me?"

The terrifying strength and height of the half-giant made the middle-aged werewolf as frightened as a mentioned dog.

He struggled for a while, and found that he couldn't break free from the shackles of Hagrid's power. "Let go of me, this kid is yours now."

Hagrid looked at Alan, who thought for a moment and nodded.

The middle-aged man took a deep look at Hagrid and the others, and then quickly fled towards the end of the street.

At this moment, March respectfully handed the boy over to Hagrid, "It seems that he is another gang with three hands. This kid should be some kind of spirit who is good at stealing. Don't be deceived by his human appearance, two distinguished guests."

Hagrid already had a part of inhuman blood, and when he heard March speak of others in terms of transactions, he felt even more displeased with this guy in his heart, and said in a low voice, "This is none of your business."

As he said that, he took Allen and the fine boy into the descending passage.

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