From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

"Dong dong."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the gloomy store.

"It's closed, come back tomorrow." Caractacus Bock, the owner of the black magic shop, shouted lazily from behind the counter.

"Dong dong."

The knocking on the door did not stop, but became more urgent.

"Hell, I told you to come back tomorrow." Old Bock raised his voice.

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the door for the third time.

Bock stopped talking nonsense, picked up the wand with his right hand, picked up the lamp with his left hand, and slowly moved toward the door.He suspected that his enemies were here.

"Squeak."

This time there was no knock on the door, the rotten wooden door was pushed open.Two footsteps, one behind the other, walked into the store.

Bock was extremely nervous at this time, and his mind was spinning, who is coming?A customer who bought fake goods, a business rival, or an Auror from the Ministry of Magic?

He even thought about how to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Soon, two men in black wearing top hats stood in front of Bock.

The magic on the top hat obscured the appearance of the visitor, but Bock could still tell that the person was a man and a woman.

Although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, the iris flower embroidered on the man's windbreaker still allowed Bock to recognize his identity.

Bock immediately breathed a sigh of relief, his thin arm holding the wand hung down, and he placed the lamp in his left hand on the table next to him.

"Mr. Luigi Bourbon," Bock said with a flattering smile, "If you want to sell anything, you can come tomorrow. It's so late today and the shop is closed."

Bock was familiar with Mr. Luigi Bourbon.Mr. Bourbon started to dress like this seven or eight years ago. His appearance is unclear, and only the fleur-de-lis on the collar can be identified.

Bourbon would come to his shop every year to sell some shady things, including black magic items from Eastern Europe, funerary objects of Egyptian pharaohs, and human sacrifice products from the Inca tribe.

All in all, it's all good stuff.But Bock loved and hated Bourbon. Almost every time the price demanded by Bourbon was close to his limit, and there was no advantage at all from him.

As for black and white.Oh, it's not that Bock has never thought about it, but there are three dark wizards who took action before him.As for the result, he never saw these three people again anyway.

"I'm not here to sell things, I'm here to buy things," Luigi's voice contained no emotion, "quickly."

Luigi pulled out his wand and played with it.

When Bock saw this, he did not dare to force him out, so he could only ask enthusiastically: "Ah, no problem. I wonder what Mr. Bourbon wants to buy?"

"I heard," Mr. Bourbon said in a longer tone, "recently you collected a new gemstone of a long-horned water snake? Give it to me."

Then a money bag was thrown out.Bock reached out to catch it, weighed it, and showed a troubled expression: "Mr. Bourbon, why is it only three hundred galleons?"

"That's right, didn't you just take three hundred?" Bourbon reached out to Bock to ask for the gem.

Bock smiled bitterly: "Mr. Bourbon, you are not even going to let me earn a single Nat."

"Just tell me whether you want to sell it or not."

Bock hesitated for a moment, but in the end the businessman's nature took over. He smiled and said, "Mr. Bourbon, I really can't accept the price of three hundred galleons. Normally, the price of a long-horned water snake gemstone is eight hundred galleons." , you can give me more."

As soon as Bock finished speaking, a magic wand was pressed against his throat: "A gem costs eight hundred, and you give someone three hundred. That's the snake king's gem. Bock, you're dishonest because I didn't give it to you." Did you follow the rules?"

Bock took a step back unconsciously, a drop of cold sweat sliding across his forehead.

"I'm going to get it now, I'm going to get it now."

Bok crawled and took out a gem wrapped in black velvet from the shelf, handed it to Bourbon respectfully, and watched with a dry smile on his face as Bourbon stuffed the gem into the witch beside him casually. pocket.

"You know the truth." Bourbon said coldly, and left the Bojin Bock store with the witch behind him.

Old Bock smiled apologetically as he watched Bourbon leave, feeling that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"It's better not to mess with this guy. He scares me even more than Tom did before."

Leaving Knockturn Alley and entering the bustling Diagon Alley, Bourbon took off the concealing hats on his and the witch's heads and returned to their original appearance.

"Why did he call you Bourbon?" Savannah took the gem back, her mood became happy again, and she regained her curious nature.

"False identities are used in the dark magic world." Calvin explained.

Savannah frowned: "You are a dark wizard, I think you are."

"I'm not a dark wizard, but I can't help but have to deal with those insects."

"Hey," Savannah responded disdainfully, "By the way, where are those Purifiers?"

"Same as last time, tie them up and throw them at the Ministry of Magic." Calvin said impatiently, "Stop talking, we are here."

Calvin and Savannah stopped in front of a store in Diagon Alley.Savannah looked up at the sign.The golden signboard has peeled off, and it reads: "Ollivanders has been making exquisite wands since 380 BC."

"What are we doing here?"

"Buy you a new wand." Calvin pushed open the door of the wand shop and walked in with Savannah.

"Good evening." A soft voice came from behind the counter, "If it were half an hour later, we would be closing."

An old man stood before them, his big pale eyes like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Calvin greeted the old man politely.Savannah also said hello.

"Ah, Calvin, long time no see." said the old man. "It seems like yesterday that Minerva brought you here to buy your first wand 14 years ago. Thirteen inches, birch, and the core is from a Chimera. Blood vessels are very powerful and suitable for releasing magic spells.”

"Yes, it's a pity that it was damaged in the battle." Calvin said regretfully. He also missed his first wand very much.

"Oh, do you want a new wand?" Ollivander was eager to try.

Calvin took out his wand and rubbed it for a while: "No, I already have a new wand."

"Is it the French guy's? You went to school there. Or is it Gregorovitch's? It doesn't seem to be the case." Ollivander stared at Calvin's new wand, "Can you show it to me?"

Calvin handed over his wand.Ollivander looked at it for a while and then said: "Is it an Eastern wand? It's very inspiring. It is suitable for releasing some specific magic."

Calvin took back his wand, nodded, and then pulled Savannah, who had been looking around and couldn't help but touch it, over: "Mr. Ollivander, I came here tonight mainly because of my friend. She I came from North America, broke my wand, and want to buy a new one from you."

Ollivander then looked at the tall witch with wheat complexion.