Online Games: Harry Potter: The Age of Magic

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Knockturn Alley, inside the Borgin-Bock store.

When the system prompted that there was information hidden in a shop with a fireplace in Knockturn Alley, Rossi immediately thought of this shop.

At this moment, she was standing in front of the counter, and her eyes quickly turned around the shop and fell back on Mr. Bo Jin behind the counter.

"Good afternoon, Miss Rosie, nice to see you again."

Mr. Bojin said in a slippery tone, "Welcome, what can I do for you? Hmm~ Would you like to take a look, the things I just bought today are very fair..."

Rossi bet heavily in the underground casino and won tens of thousands of Galleons. Of course, the shop owners in Knockturn Alley knew about it.

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

"Mr. Bokin, I'm not here to buy things." Rossi smiled and said, "I'm here to ask you about someone."

Hearing that she said she would not buy anything, the smile on Mr. Bojin's face was about to disappear, but it brightened again when she said that she wanted to inquire about someone:

"Of course, of course! I am a store here. As long as you pay, no matter what form of goods you want, I will try my best to satisfy you."

After a pause, he stared closely at Rossi's dark eyes: "So miss, who do you want to know?"

With his profiteering personality, if you directly ask him about Barty Crouch Jr., he will definitely ask him for exorbitant prices.

While thinking about it, Rosie said softly, "Do you know where Voldemort is?"

The moment he heard the name, Mr. Bojin trembled all over, and the smile on his face turned into fear:

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

"Really? I thought that as his former store manager, you would know something about his whereabouts." Rossi said with a pretentious sigh.

Mr. Bokin shook his head vigorously, expressing his ignorance.

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

After a while, Mr. Bokin finally recovered from the fear of suddenly hearing the name "Voldemort". Looking at Rosie who was touching this and looking at that in the store, he couldn't help asking:
"Miss Rossi, as far as I know, you are an Auror from the Ministry of Magic, or a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. Why do you want to inquire about his whereabouts?"

Without replying immediately, Rossi's eyes slowly turned to his face:

"You know a lot."

Pursing her lips and smiling, she said again: "Yes, I am now the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, but I cannot always be.

So, I need something of merit that will allow me to be promoted directly into management upon my return to the Ministry.

And Fu... Sorry, I just want to say, if you can find out the whereabouts of the mysterious person, this is the most obvious credit. "

Turning her eyes elsewhere, she sighed again: "Unfortunately, let alone a mysterious person, it's hard to find even a Death Eater these days."

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

"Miss Rossi, if I have news of the Death Eaters, how much are you willing to pay for it?"

Looking back with astonishment, Rossi made a puzzled expression on his face:
"Death Eaters? You don't want to say Lucius Malfoy, a former 'Death Eater' who can't be convicted at all, do you?"

"of course not……"

He was silent for a while, and habitually glanced left and right, "It's the same sentence, if there is news about Death Eaters, how much are you willing to pay for it?"

"How much do you want?" Rossi asked casually, without showing much interest.

"One... five hundred Galleons."

The one thousand that came to his lips was changed to five hundred.

Rossi half-acted and said: "Five hundred? You want too much!"

"Although the price is expensive, it is definitely worth the money. Think about it, if you are promoted to an Auror inspector because of this, then this amount of money is only half a year's salary for you, and the lady only earned tens of thousands of dollars a while ago. Galleons, five hundred Galleons is just a drop in the bucket."

"No matter how much money you have, that's not the way to spend it. Besides, whether your news is true or false, whether it is 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?

Looking at his face for two seconds, Rossi pondered and said, "Well, three hundred Galleons, I'll pay you ten percent first, and I'll give you the rest after confirming that the news is true. ...I could swear to Merlin too."

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

In fact, when he quoted [-] Galleons, Rosie had already accepted it in her heart, but in order to prevent him from seeing her true purpose and raising the price, she deliberately lowered the price. pressed down.

"Okay, that's it."

Rossi took out Garen and lined up on the counter, and the golden light immediately looked straight into Mr. Bojin's eyes.

"Barty Crouch Jr."

He pronounced the name, and then talked eloquently, "He thought he was wearing a robe and a hood that could hide his appearance, so he could hide from my eyes. But in fact, a hurricane spell is enough to make people Find out who he is."

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

Suddenly, a dissatisfied expression appeared 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 person to cheat me of money, do you?"

As she spoke, she pressed Mr. Bojin's hand hard to accept Garen's.

"Of course not. I'm an honest businessman. Listen to me."

Mr. Bojin raised his eyes with a smirk, "Two months ago, a man wrapped in a robe came to my store and wanted to order a large amount of blood from dragon-scaled chickens."

"Dragon scale chicken?"

Although Rossi didn't know what breed it was, when she heard "chicken blood", she immediately became alert.

"Yes, the dragon-scale chicken. This is a special breed from a distant ancient country. It is said that the rooster that hatched the basilisk is the dragon-scale chicken."

Seeing the surprise flash across her face, Mr. Bokin smiled, "A mysterious person orders such strange materials. I always try to find out who he is. Guess what he is going to do. You know, I He is a responsible businessman and does not want to be involved in any strange incidents."

What you're doing is totally irrelevant.

Rossi complained in his heart, and didn't try to expose his clumsy excuse: "So? How can you be sure that person is Barty Jr.? What does he want to do?"

Hearing this, Mr. Bojin took out a stack of parchment from the cabinet, flipped through it, and then pulled out a piece of parchment:
"I put a unique mark on the container containing the chicken blood, and the location where it is at this time is still the Crouch family's old house. I think this is enough to prove it?"