Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

Knockturn Alley has a new guest.

As soon as this person arrived, some people could tell that he was a new person by his unconfident steps and the angles of looking around and turning heads.

The former Mrs. White, now Freya Feier, carefully pulled down the hood of the robe, even revealing her chin reluctantly, as if she felt that the black wizard robe could bring absolute A sense of security, just like hiding timidity can make you truly brave, so that you can take hesitant steps.

Now Freya is on a mission to sell wands.

But where to sell it?She didn't know, but she knew she didn't dare to stop.The looks in the eyes of the wizards around reminded her of her dead husband. They were also full of malice and contained an undisguised despicable nature.Combined with the reputation of Knockturn Alley from the outside world, these looks gradually became more excessive than Old White's in Freya's opinion, and even made her waver - should she continue to live a life with Old White? correct?Do you deserve that kind of life?

Her rationality made Freya clearly realize that getting rid of Old White's life was the right thing to do, but now the atmosphere of Knockturn Alley frightened her. She despised her own wavering and could not help but waver.

So what to do now?

Walking faster and faster, Freya wanted to pretend that she was familiar with the road in order to avoid trouble, but trouble not only wouldn't run away, but would come to her door by jumping - "Madam," a bald man with a face full of sores The wizard stopped Freya with a smile: "Are you alone? I think you need a guide, right?" He seemed to be quite decent and said: "We wizards are not many in number, and we need to help each other now. Will you give us a guide?" Is this my chance?"

Freya took half a step back, and immediately realized the weakness contained in this action. She felt that she needed to prove that she was not afraid, but she also realized that she would not refuse. After a moment of hesitation, the wizard had already He stretched out his hand affectionately and was about to take off Freya's hat.

"Go away!" Freya scolded.

These words made the wizard's hands tremble. He was shocked by Freya's unreasonable confidence. He looked at the face hidden by the hat unconfidently and guessed the face underneath.

"Scabby man, you can't even deal with a newbie!" Another wizard in the corner spoke out. This one was wrapped tightly, not even an inch of skin was leaking. He was tall and had a deep voice: "You!" He said to Fu Leia ordered: "Take off your hat and let me see your face."

The commanding tone made Freya lower her head. Before the tall wizard made any move, she immediately raised her hand and grabbed the edge of the hood, confessing her cowardice with the weakest act of resistance.

That's what it means to be submissive, not daring to fight back, only defensive.

What was even more despising was the wand that almost fell off when he raised his hand.

"You...don't come over," Freya's voice became hoarse at some point, as if sand was squeezed out of her vocal cords one by one. She said, "If you get one step closer, I will...I will fight back. ”

"I'm going to move forward -" the maniac wizard was no longer afraid. He felt that he had seen through Freya's strong outer part and middle part, and walked forward with a playful smile, wishing that he could shake off the pus from the sores with every step he took: "Ms. , you can fight back, I will open my arms and come..."

Every syllable, every sentence exerts pressure in sync with the approaching figure.The deliberately rounded intonations echoed over and over again, bouncing from the cochlea to the depths of the brain. Freya heard every word clearly, but gradually she was unable to distinguish the specific meaning.She suddenly thought of Old White sleeping in the bed, and of casting a spell on a life that could not resist.What a fragile life, as long as you raise the magic wand and say the spell, everything can be said to be easy - for most people, many things happen for the first time, and problems will become permanent in the future. One more option.This option would be the beginning of depravity and a sign of madness. Freya was at the point where she was ready to act. She knew she had to resist, and the method like dealing with Old White would definitely be a once and for all outcome.

To make others fearful, Freya gradually became excited. She thought she had grasped the key, so she let go of her hand holding the edge of the hat.What scares others?Just like Old White, no one can refute anyone who says he is afraid now, so the way to force these two wizards away is really simple.Freya wanted to laugh at herself a few seconds ago, but the next second, she thought of DeWitt again, the child she had raised for almost ten years and who was still waiting for her financial support.

The wand made by DeWitt himself followed Freya's large swing of her arm and drew a beautiful arc, amplifying the invisible magic power, obeying the master's will, changing reality, and creating pale frost, "Whew— -" A sound froze half of the tall man's and the scabby man's bodies together.

"You don't want to hear me use that spell." Freya's voice was still hoarse and even trembling. In the ears of the two wizards, it still sounded cowardly from the inside out. They quickly realized When the status of the two parties was reversed, they never imagined that Freya would act so quickly, so decisively, and that she had such strong abilities - exquisite control and swift silent casting. Anyway, their levels were far apart.

"I warned you," she pointed her wand at the two wizards. She couldn't decide which one to aim at, so she had to swing it from side to side and said, "I warned you, right? But you didn't listen."

Admiring the panic expressions of the two wizards from under their hoods, Freya confirmed their fear.She had always known the superiority of power, but she had never intuitively seen or experienced the intuitive manifestation of powerful power. Now, she saw it.

The ditch at the edge of Knockturn Alley stank, and there were discarded biological tissue fragments hidden in the mud. Freya's heart was racing, and the fighting blood surged upwards from the soles of her feet. Even after the battle was over, she was still wrapped up with a trace of blood. Wave after wave of excitement washed over every inch of his heart.After raising her feet and putting the two wizards into the gutter, Freya turned around and left. She became much more comfortable and seemed to have gained courage.

Many people have witnessed all this, and the cost-effectiveness of bullying Freya has plummeted. The ability she showed has dispelled many people's evil thoughts.Even her mind became organized and her pace became steady.Recalling the news about Knockturn Alley, Freya remembered a famous store.

Bockin-Bock Store.

Not to mention the content of the store, the integrity of the operator and the service, Bojin-Bock's store is indeed the star store of Knockturn Alley.Compared with some other stores, this store only has the shortcomings of ripping off customers and the owner's greed for money. Generally, customers will not come out after entering the store and directly become black magic materials.And there are many famous pure-blood families that have cooperative relationships with this store.

Iconic products or materials are displayed in the windows of these shops, ranging from animals to heads. The surrounding shops are more scary than Bojin's store, but Freya still walked into Bojin firmly. - Blog store.

The movement of entering the door was not small, and the movement caused definitely attracted the attention of the shop owner. However, the shop owner, Mr. Bo Jin, was still huddled behind the counter, playing with a jewelry box in his hand, holding his ordinary face, without even raising his head. Unwilling.

"Welcome," he may have muttered, "if you want to buy anything, go and see for yourself."

From the withered human hands to the skeleton covered with sallow tumors, to the crooked iron maiden on the wall, and the carved silver-handled hand mirror half hidden in the shadow, with a human face floating on the mirror... Freya borrowed The confidence she had just defeated two wizards prevented her fear of these things from showing up. She pulled up her hat and stood at the counter and said, "I'm here to sell things."

"Sell?" Mr. Borgin snorted from his trachea. His almost nonexistent enthusiasm was completely gone, and he was still growing impatient. He said, "What is it? Take it out? A wizard like you - What good things can there be?”

Reluctantly touching the wand that had been working with her just now, Freya put it on the counter with care. She said, "The wand I obtained by accident has special effects..."

Mr. Borgin interrupted her directly: "Is it a black magic item? Is there any curse on it?"

Freya said dryly: "No."

She was brought into Borgin's conversational rhythm.

"Then you should go to Diagon Alley and don't waste my time." Having said that, Mr. Borkin still stopped what he was doing, put on a pair of dragonskin gloves, twisted his wand, and waved it without success. After releasing the magic, he threw the wand back on the counter, took off his gloves and said, "It's worthless. I don't see any special effects."

"But it exists," Freya tried to argue: "It obviously can..."

"I didn't feel anything," Mr. Borgin interrupted Freya again. He now raised his head, rubbed his fingers and looked at Freya, with something either cunning or hypocritical appearing on his face. Smile and say, "One galleon."

"What?" Freya felt that she heard wrongly.

"One galleung," Mr. Borkin repeated again: "You see, the origin is unknown and the quality is not guaranteed. No one knows whether this wand will suddenly lose control. What if it loses control during a duel?"

Freya was speechless. She opened her mouth and wanted to refute but couldn't.

"And the quality is average," Mr. Borgin said sincerely, as if the wrinkles in his smile were full of sincerity: "It looks like it's still a second-hand product - you just used this wand and those two mice to fight, right? So, right? , this wand is only worth one galleon."

Freya bit her lip and hurriedly reached out to take back the wand: "Then, then I won't sell it."

"Five galleons," Mr. Borgin realized that she was not joking, stretched out his hand to hold down one end of the wand and added a little shamelessly: "I suddenly realized that it is not useless. At least it has not been registered with the Ministry of Magic, but it can never be higher. No one wants it, my friend, if the price is the same as in Ollivander's store, why should others choose you, right?"

Freya just shook her head firmly. She was sure of the price given by DeWitt. She couldn't do less than a knut, she could only have more.

Mr. Borgin took a "hiss" breath, pressed the wand again and refused to let go. His expression remained unchanged, and he did not look away. After a stalemate for a while, he gave up, put his hand back under the counter and said, "Too Sorry ma'am, is there anything else you need?"

"No," Freya was a little flattered by the change in Mr. Borkin's attitude. She replied humbly and quickly, hesitantly considering how she should respond. Just now, she noticed Mr. Borkin peeking at her appearance. Now, He also forgot to be cautious, and finally said at a loss: "Then I'll... leave now?"

Mr. Borgin looked at her strangely, narrowed his eyes after confirming again, nodded reservedly and said, "Of course, you can do it yourself."

After coming out of the store, Freya fell into confusion again.It is impossible to go to Diagon Alley. No one there will choose a wand of unknown origin over a wand with a brand guarantee. Even if they choose it, they will only be cheap and cannot sell it at a high price.What about other shops in Knockturn Alley?One store nearby sells pesticides, with a large number of insect corpses destroyed by experiments in the window. The other store sells dark magic materials, which has nothing to do with wands.

It was easy to handle. Driven by simple thinking, Freya made the decision to ask one wizard and the other. But just after choosing a target, two people ran out of the alley next to the Borgin-Bock store. The tightly covered wizard came over after spotting Freya, surrounded her from left to right, and said enthusiastically: "Madam, did you just come out of that old beast Borgin's shop? "

Freya wasn't sure if the two had any ill intentions, but she quietly grabbed her wand and said, "Yes, what's the problem?"

"That's a big problem," said the one on the left: "Everyone in Knockturn Alley knows that Mr. Borgin likes to take advantage of his history. You go to his store to..."

Will business still come to you?Freya also became happy and said: "Sell something, sell a wand."

"He must have given you the lowest price," the one on the right said, "Did you sell it?"

"No."

"Then he will raise the price a little bit, so you feel lucky, did you sell it?"

"Oh, of course not. I know the value of my things. It deserves more." Freya took out the wand from her robe and showed it to the two wizards: "This wand has special abilities..."

"Of course, of course," the one on the left couldn't wait, he lifted up his robe to block others' sight, and said more and more eagerly: "We can see at a glance that this thing is valuable, but I have to remind you, you have to be careful, it will tip over. Someone will come and rob you at any time."

"This place is indeed not peaceful," the person on the right continued: "We are interested in your wand - you put it away first, and we will find a quiet place and we can definitely give you a price that satisfies you."

This time, the mission could be successfully completed, Freya thought happily, and followed the two wizards to a narrow alley not far away. When she reached the end, she took out her wand and asked: "This place is quite good." Quiet, let's just trade here? Why don't you check it first? I'm not lying, this and the magic wand are really great."

The faces of the two wizards hidden under their hoods showed smiles at the same time. They did not communicate too much, and did not even look at each other. The one on the right took the wand smoothly and said: "Thank you so much for your trust, madam." , a good person like you..."

The man on the left took a few small steps behind Freya, pulled out his wand in Freya's blind spot, and suddenly uttered his favorite spell: "Cereus!"

The spell was released from the tip of the staff that was almost close to Freya's body. The light of the spell sank into Freya's body with almost no flicker, causing tearing and twisting pain in every inch of blood vessels and bones, making her Every muscle fiber in her body was tightened, and she lost control of her whole body. She staggered like a puppet with its strings cut off, and then fell to the ground, her limbs twisted, accompanied by high-frequency micro-twitches.

"You idiot!" The man on the right saw that Freya had lost the ability to resist, and subconsciously cursed: "Why do you use the Cruciatus Curse on someone who has the ability to resist?" He cursed and pulled out his wand and said: "Bo Mr. Jin also needs to reach a cooperation with the producer of the magic wand..."

"Wouldn't it be enough to apply the spell again?" The person on the left responded irritably: "If it doesn't work, there is also the Forgetting Charm."

"You're asking me to do all the trouble, right?" The one on the right was not happy either, but he still pointed at Freya who was lying on the ground and chanted a spell: "Fall out."

It must be admitted that Freya's ability to quickly regain consciousness from the Cruciatus Curse was partly due to Old White.Of course, this cannot cover up Old White's sinful behavior, but it was the torture experience that allowed her to survive the peak pain of the unprofessional Cruciatus Curse, and regained her actions within two sentences of the conversation between the two wizards. ability.

When she fell to the ground, Freya's right hand was pressed under her body, and her left hand was spread out by her side. If she moved, she would be discovered, so she could only use her right hand to touch the wand she bought from Ollivander on her left waist. .She kept squirming her fingers, moving her arms in small steps, and squeezed into the gap between her body and the ground.

The heartbreaking pain was still echoing in his internal organs, so he had to fight against the weight of his torso to reach the wand.The rough ground was absolutely scratching the flesh on the palm of my hand. Compared with the pain of the curse, this was just a small way to divert attention. I moved little by little and finally grasped it a second before the stun curse came. Wand.

After a crackling sound, Freya's body disappeared from the spot, leaving the two wizards looking at each other, and then yelling curses.