Reborn at Hogwarts

Quentin Baker...

Mr. Bork struggled to search the name in his memory.

To be sure, it's a completely unfamiliar name.

Not a regular visitor to Knockturn Alley, nor the employees of the Ministry of Magic who secretly colluded with him, nor was there such a person among the werewolves who have been very active recently.

Covering up so tightly, as if he was afraid of being recognized by others, what he provided was just a temporary fake name in all likelihood...

Thinking of this, Mr. Bork secretly glanced at the guest.

Unexpectedly, this weirdly dressed guy with a big fish tank on his neck immediately noticed his gaze, turned his eyes, blinked at him, and nodded politely.

Looking at those eyes floating in the gray mist, Mr. Bork couldn't help shivering.

For so many years of running Borgin-Bock in Knockturn Alley, most of the customers Mr. Bock met were dark wizards. They were affected by black magic, and their words and deeds were often weirder and weirder. But Mr. Bork had to admit that he had never seen a guy who made himself look like this...

What a lunatic.

"Okay, Mr. Baker." After gathering his composure, Mr. Bork decided not to worry about the appearance of this mysterious guest, and he put on a very skillful smile on his greasy old face, "Excuse me, what do you need?"

"Close the door first," said the guest.

"Okay, okay, no problem."

Mr. Bock was startled, and then he waved his wand with a smile on his face, and the door of Borgin-Bock closed with a "bang".

Bock put his wand in his waist, within reach, and repeated the previous question with a smile.

"A ring."

Quentin Baker said. His voice came out of the fishbowl, so dull and eerie that it made Mr. Bork's eyebrows twitch.

"A ring? Aha, then you've come to the right place. I dare say—you can't find a shop in Knockturn Alley that has more rings than mine."

Although there are many speculations about the origin of this mysterious guest in his heart, the experienced Mr. Bork will never express these emotions directly. After listening to Quentin Baker's request, he laughed and groped under the counter for a while, and quickly put out a whole row of rings of different shapes on the counter.

"This one is the best-selling treasure in this store." Mr. Boke bent a finger and knocked on a pale ring, "A ring with a curse on it. You must have seen it. Carved from the fangs of a basilisk."

"Oh? Basilisk fangs?"

Quentin Baker seemed to be staring with interest at the ring Mr. Burke had shown him.

"Yes, the basilisk." Mr. Bork lowered his voice mysteriously, and said in a provocative tone that he summed up himself, "a magical animal that is strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic. The magic of magic, those who look at it will be petrified by the basilisk, and even take their lives!"

"This ring comes with the curse of the basilisk. Just stir it in a glass of water for two seconds, and the person who drinks the water will be petrified! How about it, are you interested?"

Mr. Bork looked into Quentin Baker's... eyes with a smile.

No way, he couldn't see the guest's face.

But he was very confident that he didn't even need to introduce the following products, just a ring made of the so-called "basilisk fangs" could make Quentin Baker take out his pocket directly.

To his complete surprise, Quentin Baker lost interest after only looking at the white ring twice.

"It's a good thing." He commented, "but I don't need such fancy things. I heard that you often have people here to sell things that are 'not suitable for home', is it?"

"'Things that are not suitable for keeping at home'?" Hearing this, Mr. Bork swept his hands calmly, and put all the rings on the table into the cardboard box at his feet. "What do you mean?"

Quentin Baker seemed to smile, for Mr. Bork saw his eyes bend.

"I heard that a noble gentleman mortgaged some things with you a month ago?" Quentin Baker said lightly.

"Oh, I don't remember clearly." Mr. Bork patted his oily forehead and said in confusion.

His left hand rested on the counter inadvertently.

"Maybe this can help you remember what happened at that time?" Quentin Baker slapped a glittering gold coin on the table, and the gold coin disappeared in the next second.

"Yes, yes, I remembered." Mr. Bork patted his pocket, and said slowly, "A gentleman from the sacred twenty-eight clan, with a noble status and a wealth of wealth...he is indeed with me 'Deposited' something and he'll pick it up tonight."

He bit the word 'reservation' very clearly.

"That's really a pity." Quentin Baker shook his head with regret, "I heard—the nearest Knockturn Alley doesn't seem to be very peaceful?"

"Werewolf." Mr. Bork's tone was subconsciously tinged with resentment, "Those damned guys, I don't know what medicine they took wrongly, and they are tossing around in Knockturn Alley every night-these days they almost turned the alley I searched all the shops here, but I didn’t know what I was looking for.”

"Is it possible that they are looking for—"

This time, Quentin Baker only spoke half of what he said. He suddenly paused, and then waved his hand.

"Mr. Bork, let's get straight to the point. It's better not to continue this boring conversation." Quentin Baker said, "For some reason, Lucius Malfoy deposited some things with you, Going to pick it up tonight, right?"

"Yes." Mr. Bork paused for a moment and replied.

"I'm going to take one of the things inside." Quentin Baker said quickly, "A ring embryo, yes, embryo, you heard me right. It has not been forged and looks like an iron ring. I will buy it according to the market I'll give you double the price, and after you're done, you can pick out a few more and throw them away, and then plant them on those werewolves—it's up to you. Now, please bring it to me quickly."

The mysterious guest seemed to become much more anxious all of a sudden.

Mr. Bork was keenly aware of this. He took a thoughtful look at Quentin Baker's fish tank, then slowly turned and left the counter, rummaging through a cabinet behind him.

After a while, he returned to the counter holding a dusty ring and showed it to Quentin Baker. The latter moved a little closer, examined the ring carefully for a while, then took out a few coins from his pocket and threw them on the table.

"These are all yours, Mr. Bork." Quentin Baker said, "It's medical expenses."

"medical--"

Before Burke finished speaking, Quentin Baker suddenly took a step forward, his body directly crossed the counter, and punched Burke hard on the bridge of the nose!

Mr. Bork was hit by this sudden punch. Although he was very careful to guard against the other party, he never thought that this guy didn't use a wand, but chose to punch him directly!

Also, how did he walk right through the counter?

It's a pity that Mr. Bork didn't have any extra time to think about this problem. After the punch, Quentin Baker took advantage of the moment when he squinted his eyes because of the pain, reached out and pulled out his wand from Bork's waist, showing a frightened look on his face. Boke pointed.

"wait--"

"Damned!"

A red light flashed, Mr. Bork rolled his eyes, and fell limply to the ground, losing consciousness.

"Tsk... It's good to keep exercising normally, isn't it?" Quentin Baker muttered, bent down and wiped the stolen wand on Burk's robe, and then placed it beside Burk.

After thinking about it, he took another piece of clothing from the hanger, rolled it up and put it under Mr. Bork's head.

"It should be much more comfortable."

After doing all this, Quentin Baker walked past Mr. Bork and rummaged through the cabinets he had turned over earlier.

Soon, he found what he wanted.

o.o ask for a recommendation ticket, thank you. I always felt weird when I wrote this chapter. It’s been a long time since Kawen wrote it. If I have time, I’ll change it.