Hogwarts: My Dark Lord Simulator

I'm just an ordinary little goblin, why are you doing this to me?

I didn't even report you to the Ministry of Magic for knowing the Death Curse!

This was the first cry that burst out of Figuero's heart after seeing the Chinese boy.

He didn't even have time to notice that his beloved cat poop coffee had been spilled all over the floor.

"Help me estimate how much the contents of the box are worth."

Zhang Huowang said with a smile, casually touching Figuro's bald little head, his heart was burning.

The magic used by fairies is different from that used by wizards, and their body structures are also different.

If he could dissect, maybe he would get to the next level.

Of course Figuro didn't know what the young man was thinking about Xiao Jiujiu. He was already blinded by the dazzling array of magic materials in the box.

Fire dragon heart, adult Manhattan fish eyes, dead soul grass...

The original owner of the box must be a master of potions!Or be a hobbyist!

Figuolo was extremely sure. He didn't believe that this was the boy's own thing.

There are dozens of high-end materials here, which would take decades to collect!

In fact, his guess was correct.

Although Zhang San has no talent in potions, his enthusiasm for this knowledge is no worse than Snape.

As an elite Auror, traveling in dangerous areas all year round, he can always intercept something from the dark wizard.

After Figuero finished counting, he immediately became enthusiastic: "Mr. Zhang! This can sell for at least 20 gold galleons!"

"Please leave it to me to handle it. I have a unique black market connection and can sell it for 22!"

"Just give me a thousand gold galleons as a handling fee!"

I was supposed to handle it for you, otherwise why would I be looking for you?

This goblin is really not very smart.

Zhang Huowang decisively cut the price: "I'll give you five hundred gold galleons and help me take care of it. I want cash in cash!"

Figuro hesitated for a while, but finally gritted his teeth and agreed.

As a restless and timid elf, for him, he valued the influence behind this transaction more than the gold coin gains brought by the potion.

Think about it, in the chaotic underground world where the weak and the strong prey on the strong, there is an ordinary little goblin who can easily produce magic materials worth 20!

What does this mean?

There is a powerful wizard or organization behind him!

Used correctly, he will gain the respect that all goblins dream of!

After Zhang Huowang left a contact address and left, Figuro couldn't wait to rush to Knockturn Alley without even asking for leave from the director of Gringotts.

Knockturn Alley hides countless wandering wizards, drug addicts, Death Eaters, and businessmen who specialize in the underground trade of potion materials.

Sturlow is one of the most notorious businessmen in Knockturn Alley.

This strange old man shrouded in black robes all year round, the wizards only remembered him for his miraculous black magic skills and the pungent smell of feces that could be spread ten meters away.

If the mysterious man had not been deemed dead, the Ministry of Magic would not have let him go first when searching for Death Eaters.

Even so, the number of customers that Stullo's small and dilapidated potion shop received every day was still more than twice that of other shops.

Just because the purchase price of the magic potion he offered was a full [-]% higher than that of other merchants!If you can survive from his hands after the transaction.

Stullo had to admit that when this strange goblin named Figuro took out these potion ingredients, his heart moved.

Big deals worth hundreds of thousands of gold galleons are very rare even in Knockturn Alley!

He's just an ordinary goblin, Gringotts has nothing to do with Knockturn Alley.

But he still didn't try to take action. Instead, he entertained them with delicious food and drinks.

Caution is his key word.

"Well, it's perfectly preserved. Where did it come from?"

Stullo put down the Dead Soul Grass in his hand and said expressionlessly.

He was familiar with the sources of these potions.

For example, this Dead Soul Grass once belonged to a Death Eater, and this Death Eater was later imprisoned in Azkaban by an elite Auror from the Ministry of Magic.

Figuro, who was drinking black tea, suddenly trembled with fright and forced himself to calm down: "This is the mission of the master."

"That's right, the master asked me to replace these potions with lovely golden Galleons!"

Obviously, Figuolo does not have any unique black market channels. This is even his first time in Knockturn Alley.

Stullo narrowed his eyes and looked around the little goblin with his snake-like eyes.

The owner here refers to the elite Auror?Or someone else?

It took a long time until the sun went down.

When Figuolo was about to lose control of his bladder, Stullo took out a traceless stretch bag and handed over a black card.

"23 gold galleons! If there are any more potions, come to me at any time."

"Please keep this membership card, you can get [-]% off when you buy something from me."

Figuro took it carefully and then ran away.

In response, Stullo just narrowed his eyes again and slowly said the last sentence.

"Goodbye, then, my guest."

Figuolo didn't hear this. While running, he decisively threw away the black card that might have been enchanted with a tracking spell.

It wasn't until he returned to Gringotts that he breathed a deep sigh of relief and fell into an extreme emotional frenzy.

"A great adventure! Clever Figuro succeeded!"

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Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Zhang Huowang felt a headache when he looked at Dumbledore with a resentful look on his face.

In my ears I could hear the old man's endless roar.

"You think no one knows where you've been!?"

"Oh."

"Don't forget, your cousin's best friend Marietta, her mother is from the Floo Network Authority!"

"Oh."

"The Ministry of Magic told me that when they used the time turner to return to the scene, in addition to Mrs. Gu, there was also a Hufflepuff student present!"

"Oh."

Zhang Huowang couldn't eat enough food and salt, and even felt a little hungry.

The reason why the Ministry of Magic was able to solve the case so quickly was not only the time turner, but also the 'trace thread' bound to his body.

Every little wizard who performs magic outside of school or in the Muggle world will be noticed by Zongsi.

Zhang Huowang touched his nose and said with a smile: "This is the duty of a protector, isn't it?"

This sentence directly shattered all Dumbledore's anger.

He slumped limply in his chair and began to doubt his decision.

This Chinese-American boy is even more capable of causing trouble than the Dark Lord when he was young.

Perhaps it would be a good choice to pay a little more to break that unbreakable vow.

But Tom is coming back...

"Okay, this time you are out for revenge, and I can help you bear the pressure from the Ministry of Magic."

"But don't go to Zhang San's memorial service, otherwise his colleagues will not let you go."

"Don't let it happen again, and don't skip class."

Dumbledore waved his hand, indicating that Zhang Huowang could leave.

"Ok!"

Zhang Huowang waved goodbye enthusiastically.

Thank you for your hard work, old man.