Spell Players at Hogwarts

It must be admitted that when he first came into contact with Christopher, Borgin had a very good impression.

Young, wealthy, successful in career, even a girlfriend...ah, of course, that's not important. What's important is the message that's almost written on his face.

I'm the one who was taken advantage of, come and kill me!

This almost made Bo Jin speechless with excitement. Lynch's temperament was so unique that it was incompatible with Knockturn Alley.

Just like the Malfoy before, upper class people cannot fully understand even if they are exposed to darkness.

A bottle of poison that could kill a fire dragon and a cursed opal necklace cost less than fifty galleons.

What is this behavior?

If these are not relatives, what are relatives?

From today on, he, Malfoy, is my godson, Borgin Burke. As for Kristoff... how about a godson?

Of course, you can't say that, but judging from Lynch's purpose, that damn disappearing cabinet has been here for at least 50 years.

There is no matching cabinet, and even using it as a wardrobe is a waste of space. I have to admit that in terms of price, Bo Jin has reciprocated by lowering the price by one percent, but this brat with no hair has done it. What?

Fifty galleons to six thousand?

"Are you kidding me?" Bo Jin exclaimed. It's hard to imagine how Bo Jin's tone could be so high when staring at such a face.

"Fifty galleons worth of rubbish is already a luxury, Mr. Borgin." Lynch said without hesitation.

"This is a disappearing cabinet, a lost craft, a magical ancient method, a space conversion device that combines protection and escape functions!" Bo Jin excitedly patted the brown cabinet door with his hand, and the uncontrollable force successfully sealed it. The spider on the cabinet shuddered.

The spider was not very happy. He planned to bite something, but before it could take action, Bo Jin shook his hand and sent the little guy to his death.

It's a pity that you don't know what you are missing.

Lin Qi shook his head sadly, but unfortunately there were no good neighbors in London.

"Please don't excite Mr. Borgin." Lynch's wand touched the disappearing cabinet. As a string of Hebrew mantras were read, the reddish-brown disappearing cabinet blurred as if it had been covered with a layer of mosaic. .

"Sure enough, there is still a connection." Lynch remained silent, feeling the feedback of Nicoléme's dissociation spell. This was considered the alchemist's unique method.

"With all due respect, this layer of wood paint was sprayed on later, at least 40 years ago." Lynch took the wand back, "Although it is mixed with some dragon blood and magic-blocking materials to prevent excessive loss of magic power, But this effect had disappeared ten years ago, and even the corrosive nature of the dragon's blood had eroded and destroyed the original palm wood structure to a certain extent."

"This is a lost craft."

"Yes, so it is incomplete and even the basic protective effect has disappeared." Lynch replied casually, "More than 80.00% of the magic wires have lost their effect, and the core runes have been completely destroyed. If they are taken good care of, at least they will not It’s so miserable, but Mr. Borgin probably disposed of this thing as garbage.”

"This is a disappearing cabinet, I put it in the store." Bo Jin's eyes widened angrily, and the turbid crystals with bloodshot eyes made Lynch very suspicious of Bo Jin's eyesight.

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't spend fifty galleons to buy a piece of garbage..."

Lynch let out a scoff.

"Of course, if Mr. Borgin can take out the other half of the disappearing cabinet, even if it's broken, I can still pay 6000 Galleons, but..."

"You also know that now this thing has no value other than dismantling it."

"Impossible!" Bo Jin was trembling with anger, "If you don't bargain like this, even those stingy goblins in Gringotts can't do it like you..."

"This is a premium!" Lin Qi spread his hands, "I am also an alchemist. In terms of materials alone, even the most basic palm wood cannot be sold for a cent under the corrosion of dragon blood. If I hadn't paid With some ability, these vague alchemical lines will not even yield any results, not to mention...Mr. Borgin also tried to repair it, right?"

Bo Jin did not speak, his cloudy eyes stared closely at Lin Qi's body, as if he would take out a long sword and pierce Lin Qi whole in the next second.

Naturally, he had tried to repair it, but that was 50 years ago. The originally intact texture had been completely removed, otherwise he wouldn't have used a layer of magic-blocking material to decorate the cabinet body.

As for recent years...if Bojin tried again, this thing wouldn't be left here to gather dust.

"Don't even think about it, it will cost at least a thousand Galleons!"

Bo Jin reluctantly cut off most of the galleons, but as for the four figures...

"sixty!"

"Don't go too far, kid. Don't forget where this is and who I am, Bo Jin."

"Uh... the one who runs a shop?" Lynch paused for a moment and then calmly blocked Fulinda behind him.

Bo Jin's face was gloomy as if he was about to bleed.

"One thousand galleons, this is my bottom line." As he spoke, Bo Jin clapped his hands, and the snapping sound shook the surrounding environment.

Lin Qi waited for a while, looking at the back door like a black hole, but no one came out.

"Aren't you waiting for people on the street?" Lynch looked at Bo Jin, who was looking forward to seeing something. His eyes fell on the outside of the window, but there was no one in front of the window at this moment.

"Wait a moment." Bo Jin carefully walked around Lynch and trotted to the door and opened it.

Only then did Lin Qi realize that some people seemed to have gathered outside, but it looked like...

"Is this the batch we just packed up?"

Lynch asked Flinda uncertainly. After all, he has been a bit face-blind since he was a child.

"I don't know." Fulinda shook her head sharply, and then Lynch remembered that Fulinda's situation was much more serious than hers.

"What are you waiting for?"

Bo Jin's angry voice came over, but looking at the blackened thugs...

"Did you go to the coal mine?"

A wizard whose skin color was unclear was hesitant and he didn't know what he was talking about, but from his excited expression and gestures with very obvious intentions, Bo Jin got the answer he didn't want.

"You raised?"

"no!"

Looking at Bo Jin's stooped figure, there is no need to sympathize or anything like that...

"Eight hundred Galleons, take it away." Borgin sighed, the regret in his words undisguised.

"seventy!"

"Don't go too far!" Bo Jin covered his heart with one hand, pretending to be heartbroken.

"Well, since this is the first time I've met Mr. Borgin, let's just treat it as a friend, a hundred galleons!"

Lynch raised the price to three digits, and in an instant, Bo Jin's inner defense collapsed.

There are many painful things in the world. Just as Borgin was immersed in making less than [-] million points, Mr. Malfoy, who had just left Borgin and Burkes, also fell into deep self-doubt.

What does that little devil mean?

Why did it appear in front of him at this time?

The most important thing is that he came to deal with dark magic items...

Well, that's really no surprise, but that curse he mentioned...

Isn't the Dark Lord already dead? The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is not a position that Dumbledore uses for fishing?

Lucius fell into deep thought. The way to get closer to the magic world of the country was actually very fixed.

Joining the Ministry of Magic and climbing the ranks quickly with enough Galleons is the most traditional and expensive path.

Otherwise, entering Hogwarts, even if it is only for one year, will increase the wizard's reputation immeasurably.

Lucius originally thought that the suspension of Defense Against the Dark Arts was an excuse for Dumbledore to fish, but if it was true...

As we all know, magic requires magic power to support it. No matter what the pharaohs of Egypt are like, their pyramids are the best carriers of curses.

As for the so-called Curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professorship.

It's an illusory title that doesn't even have an entity. Even if the person who cast the curse is strong, without the supply of magic power, the curse will only last for a year at most.

But now, it has been more than twenty years since the curse began. If the Dark Lord... the Dark Lord is still alive...

Lucius's hand clenched tighter and tighter, and Draco, who had been silent at first, couldn't help but struggle twice.

"Father, what's the matter with you?"

Draco's movement woke Lucius up from his sleepy state, and he suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Draco.

"Sorry Draco, I just suddenly thought of something." Lucius forced a smile.

At this moment, Lucius only felt that the pocket of his coat was as hot as fire. That thing...

"I'm sorry, Draco, I think I have something to take care of. If possible, would you like to buy the rest of the things yourself? I'll ask Dobby to pick it up..."

Lucius's face looked pale as if he was seriously ill. However, before he could finish speaking, a small group of red-haired people blocked the road more than ten steps away from him.

"Arthur!"

Lucius immediately swept away his previous fatigue, raised his head high, and then pointed his two nostrils at the bald old man in the center.

"Lucius!"

Mr. Weasley also stopped joking with his family. His original honest and gentle smile suddenly stopped, as if he had seen something he shouldn't have seen.

"You shouldn't be here."

"I know, but I'm here anyway!"

In the silence, the two old men's eyes were like lightning, and a spark called passion filled the air. Even though they were dozens of feet apart, pedestrians on the road could still smell the pungent smell of sulfur.

“Don’t miss it when you’re passing by, the fresh Welsh Green Ambergris!”

A handsome guy passing by shouted loudly, but no one in the room paid him any attention.

Green dragon's saliva?

What's the use of that thing?

Is there some wizard's saliva here, do you want it?

Lucius forcibly suppressed the throbbing in his heart. He thought it was anger. Every time he saw Arthur's bald old face, Lucius couldn't help but want to help him complete the basic hair loss work.

On the other hand, Arthur is the same. Although he is usually kind-hearted and has no jealousy, if given the chance, Arthur will be happy to help Mr. Malfoy shave off his coquettish light blond hair.

This is what colleagues in the Ministry of Magic do.

"Humph~"

Old Malfoy pursed his lips. Although he had made up his mind to go back and study curses and other things, he had encountered this after all. If he didn't stab him twice...

"What day is it today? The Weasleys are looking for food together. Oh, let's take a look. There is one more child. As expected, when it comes to fertility, it has to be you."

Taking advantage of his height to condescend, Lucius swept his nostrils over Little Douding's head one by one.

"That's not as good as you, Lucius, don't you know that your nose hairs are poking people?" Mr. Weasley stepped forward. If you look carefully, Mr. Weasley was walking forward. He made a gesture.

Well, Uganda spellcasting means.

"Ha, you think I..." Before Lucius could finish his words, a strange feeling poked Lucius's lips, with a warm and salty feeling...

"Look, Lucius, I said you should look in the mirror more before you go out. What, are you planning to plant onions in your nostrils?"

After he finished speaking, the passers-by who had gathered around burst into laughter, and many of them from the Fifty Forum had already taken out their mobile phones and were preparing to post.

Seeing this situation, Cedric, who was already familiar with the routine, immediately used his official account to pin a discussion group to the top of the forum.

"Welcome to the venue of the Diagon Alley Championship for who knows how many years! 》

"You don't have martial ethics!"

Lucius quickly covered his nose with his hand. If he still had the idea of ​​leaving after saying a few words at the beginning, then now...

"It's only your fault that you're dirty... dirty..." Mr. Weasley covered his cheek, and his teeth swelled rapidly, making him speechless.

For a moment, the two's superb magical skills were clearly revealed, with their superb silent and wandless spells.

"Each each other!"

Lucius covered his cheek with one hand and pushed Draco aside with the other hand. Looking at this posture, it was impossible to be kind today.

Only real violence can calm the anger and anxiety in Lucius's heart.

"Lucius!"

"Arthur!"

"Lucius!"

"Arthur!"

"Come on dad!" Ron shouted, and all the Weasleys immediately joined in cheering.

On Draco's side, he glanced at Harry first, and then realized in despair that the Malfoy family had failed miserably in terms of supporting him.

"Back away, children..." Mr. Weasley used magic to suppress the effect of the little curse, "I, Arthur Weasley, will definitely win today!"

"Come on Lucius, let me see how you have improved after one year!"

"I'm going to make your head go bald!" Lucius tossed his windbreaker and rushed out at the lead.