Chapter 1157 The Story of Paris (10)

Perhaps the biggest difference between a pawnshop and Gringotts is here. In Gringotts's vault, customers' treasures can be placed according to their own preferences, while the pawnshop's vault belongs to the pawnshop itself, and the goods inside are placed one after another.

Inside the sack, there is still a pawn ticket hanging on it, showing the name of the original owner.

The pawn shop recognizes the ticket but does not recognize the person. Pharmaceutical can exchange the pawn items with the pawn ticket, principal and interest. Some items were taken out of the sacks and placed on the display shelves. It seemed that they were ownerless items.

Someone will come again to redeem them.

These things come from all kinds of things, including Egyptian-style bottles, porcelain from the East, beautifully crafted jewelry boxes, woven silver threads, shiny fabrics, and all kinds of gold and silverware. From the ceiling

It is decorated with golden stars hanging down like meteor hammers, and some dusty instruments. They seem to be related to astrology, and the golden carvings on them are very bright.

"Won't you tell me what these things are?" Pomona asked the old elf.

The old goblin showed his pitch-black fangs and smiled sarcastically, "I look like a shopping guide?"

Pomona was extremely depressed.

"It's all about your own eyesight when buying things in a pawn shop." Severus walked up to Pomona and whispered, "Maybe he made a mistake and underestimated the value of that thing."

But it is also possible that the customer was deceived by the pawn shop and bought a fake item to keep as a treasure.

She added in her mind.

Hepzibah Smith bought a fake Slytherin locket. Borgin Bock was familiar with her habits. She was an old lady who lived alone, with only a house elf to keep her company. She would not care if she got the treasure.

It will be displayed to guests in a display cabinet just like the Blake family.

The advantage of being in a dark wizard family is that others know that you are not easy to mess with and they don't dare to fool you at will.

The disadvantage is that the eyes of others are full of prejudice. Wormtail took advantage of this to frame Sirius so easily. How can a warm-blooded creature grow out of a nest of venomous snakes?

Hufflepuff is a student who is a fool, Slytherin is a villain, and Gryffindor is a warrior.

The old hat said that Harry desperately didn't want to go into Slytherin...

Speaking of hats, Pomona remembered something.

"Are there any hats made by Madame Bonabile here?" she asked.

"You can find it yourself." The old goblin said without any service. "I'm just here to make sure you don't steal anything."

No wonder wizards don't like goblins.

Pomona shook her head and started looking around in the "garbage dump".

The dust accumulated here was as thick as a century. She just picked up something similar to a hat box, and the dust that hit her face almost choked her to death.

"How often do you clean?" Pomona asked the old elf, swiping away the dust.

"Let me think about it, the last time I came here, Muggles didn't have a subway." The old goblin smiled maliciously. "It took a lot of effort to get them to bypass the Ministry of Magic. There are some things underground in Paris that cannot be awakened.

of."

Pomona didn't want to ask what these "cannot be awakened" things were.

After removing the box, she found an Easter egg. Its workmanship was extremely exquisite, with gold threads made into the shape of a vine, forming an elegant base, supporting a transparent light yellow glass ball.

It seemed to open from the middle, but it seemed broken and the glass was covered with cracks.

"When I first received it, it could still sing." The old goblin murmured resentfully, "That boy must have accidentally broken it."

Pomona thought of the golden egg from the Triwizard Tournament.

The mermaid's song is undoubtedly beautiful, so what does this egg's song sound like?

"You don't know how to fix it?" Pomona asked the old fairy.

"Obviously, not every goblin has the talent to make magic items." Severus sneered, "Mixed-blood goblins in Ravenclaw are better at spells."

"Don't say that." Pomona shook her head at him. Even if she was acting, it was too much.

"This thing once belonged to the Muggle Emperor, Rudolf II of the Habsburg family."

"Oh~" Pomona took back her hand that was about to touch it.

"Who made it?" Severus asked.

"John Deere's colleague, Edward Kelly, they all work for the emperor who likes alchemy." The old goblin said with a smile, "He claims that he can use a crystal ball to communicate with angels or ghosts, and has a close relationship with Deere."

They once jointly studied the language to communicate with angels, but many people thought he was a liar. He claimed to know the secret of how to turn ordinary metals into gold, and defrauded Rudolf II of a large sum of money. For this, he accepted

As punishment, his ears were cut off, and for this he always wore a hat without a brim."

"Does Edward Kelly have anything to do with this shop?" Severus asked.

"Are you going to buy this glass ball? I can give you a discount." said the old goblin.

"It's just a rag," Pomona said.

"But if you repair it, you can hear the singing of heaven." The old goblin said seductively, "Although he does not have a good reputation, Edward Kelly is also a famous wizard."

Alchemists were the first to explore the nature of the world, but many people believed that alchemists were liars. They took advantage of human greed to set traps and used fool's gold to pretend to be gold to trick people into investing in their technology.

Alchemy is considered the predecessor of chemistry.

Essentially, the German Brandt extracted phosphorus from urine in order to make gold and make a fortune. This purpose has nothing to do with philosophers, but can he be denied that he is a member of the alchemists?

He got a drunken clue and put it into practice for a delusion, but he was lucky enough to succeed, unlike other alchemists who failed.

Maybe Edward Kelly failed in other aspects, but the language he discovered that could communicate with angels must be fake?

Even Athena couldn't resist the most beautiful temptation and competed with the goddess of love and Hera.

Women's desire to compare is almost innate. Mermaids may not care about the crown, but they are proud of their singing voices. Which is better, the singing of heaven or the singing of mermaids?

With a rival, it would be better for them to practice singing in the Black Lake than to raise Grindylow to relieve their boredom. The premise is that she can repair it and this glass ball can really emit the singing voice of an angel.

"How could an Englishman end up in Paris?" Pomona whispered.

"You are also British, why did you come to Paris?" the old goblin asked, "Which do you think is more beautiful, Paris or London?"

"Shut up, goblin." Pomona cursed and tried to put the lid back on the glass ball, but she couldn't.

Rudolf II did little in governing the country, and even almost plunged the entire Europe into the turmoil of the Thirty Years' War, but he was a man who believed deeply in the occult.

In order to obtain the legendary Philosopher's Stone, he spent a lot of financial resources to support the development of alchemy, allowing modern chemistry to be born in the process.

She didn't choose from so many gorgeous jewelry outside, but chose such a broken glass ball. What was she thinking?

"I want to continue the conversation after the appraisal." Severus said, "I can't trust you."

The goblin was lost in thought.

"I don't want gold." The old goblin said, "I want the bottle of phoenix tears just now. If you agree to this, I can take it with you to find a place to identify it."

"A bottle of phoenix tears for a glass ball?" Severus sneered, "No."

"You can find one more thing."

"I want a bottle of water dragon's blood, and another item."

"We don't have water dragons here." the goblin said flatly.

"Then what was that creature guarding here just now?" Severus asked.

"That's an eel, but it also has magical powers. I can give you its blood," the old goblin said.

"Won't it cause trouble?" Pomona asked. "I know that strange beast comes from the east."

"As long as you don't let the Easterners know about it," the old goblin said fiercely.

"How did it get here?" Severus asked.

"I don't know, maybe it's smuggled goods, maybe it's someone's pet. We spent a lot of effort catching it," the old goblin said.

"Does the French Ministry of Magic allow you to exist?" Pomona asked.

"I heard that Death Eaters used Borgin's blog's vanishing cabinet to break into Hogwarts. Why didn't the British Ministry of Magic ban it?" the old goblin asked again.

Yes, that's right, the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance won, why not ban Bojin Bock, a shop selling dark magic supplies?

There is an old Eastern proverb that if the water is too clear, there will be no fish.

But Pomona didn't intend to say this.

Although it feels uncomfortable to be despised, their goal has been achieved.

Pretending to be stupid is necessary, as we all know, as long as pretending to be stupid doesn't turn out to be a real stupidity.

Pomona looked back at the terrible glass ball. Why was it a bad one?
Chapter completed!