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"I want all three of these!"

Jerry came to the largest stall in the black market, pointed at the three remaining house elves and said.

Being rich means being so arrogant.

When the clerk saw Jerry's appearance, he was as surprised as the stall owners, but he still received Jerry very warmly and sold him three house elves.

Thirty thousand gold galleons were poured on the table of the stall, and the glittering golden light attracted the attention of almost all the dark wizards.

It's like if you own a house worth two million in the city, it may not mean much, but when you walk into a store and pour two million in cash on the table to buy something, it is definitely very eye-catching.

All impressions that people have on you must be two words: "rich!"

After paying the money and placing the three house elves into the box space, Jerry walked out of the tent in a swagger.

The reason why he is so bold is to see if it is possible to trick some fools into following him. After all, he does not plan to come over tomorrow.

After Jerry left, all the dark wizards in the black market began to discuss and speculate, but no one followed him out.

Whoever comes to the black market frequently is not a veteran, and whoever is not familiar with it, even those who are not familiar with it are accompanied by acquaintances.

They still know the strength of the seven dark wizards who ambushed Jerry.

In fact, this kind of thing only happens to strange wizards who are new to the black market and are very fat. Generally, black wizards often come to the black market, and the stall owners will not take action.

Now that the whereabouts of the seven dark wizards are unknown, who would dare to mess with that boy?

"Sister, do you think my worries yesterday were unnecessary?"

Yesterday, the young dark wizard was also in the crowd, and his expression was extremely complicated as he watched Jerry leave in a swaggering manner.

And the eldest sister also sighed:

"This reminds us not to underestimate every wizard who comes to the black market, nor to easily trust those wizards who appear to be harmless."

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at the same time,

French Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Auror Command Office.

A middle-aged Auror reported to the old man sitting on a chair, reading a newspaper and drinking coffee:

"Director, there is something wrong with the black market. There is a young wizard seducing..."

"Interesting, I'm afraid that's not something a young wizard can have!"

After listening to the report, the old man put down the newspaper in his hand and showed a hint of interest.

The middle-aged Auror nodded:

"According to our current analysis, the opponent may be a Metamorphmagus, most likely a dangerous dark wizard who had a conflict with our Auror a few months ago!"

Disguise Maggs are a relatively special existence among wizards. They are rare. They have the ability to shape-shift as soon as they are born, and can transform into anyone at will.

It's not an illusion transformation, it's a real physical transformation similar to taking Polyjuice Potion.

"Is that the dark wizard who stood up to more than a dozen of your men and managed to escape calmly in the end?"

There was a look of surprise on the old man's face.

However, after thinking about it for a while, he felt that the middle-aged Auror's analysis was indeed reasonable. He could kill seven dark wizards without being injured, and his strength was definitely no weaker than that of the dark wizard last time.

And within a few months, it would be impossible for two strange and powerful dark wizards to appear at the same time.

Therefore, it is extremely possible that these two people are the same person, and they are Metamorphomags. No wonder they searched for a long time and could not find the dark wizard.

"The people below want us to kill him, so do we?"

The middle-aged Auror gestured like he was waving his wand.

The old man thought for a while and shook his head:

"Forget it, he didn't break the rules of the black market. It's just those stall owners who are too stupid, and it's best not to provoke such ruthless characters, otherwise it will be very troublesome!"

The black market is inherently shady, and if things get too big, it would be bad to implicate him.

"When people get old, they want to be more stable. Besides, if all his money bought our things, we won't lose at all!"

The old man smiled, stood up, picked up his briefcase, and patted the middle-aged Auror on the shoulder:

"Okay, it's getting late. I have to go home from get off work and rest. You can arrange the follow-up work. I will retire soon, and you will be the one to take over!"

"Yes, Director, I will definitely do it well!"

The middle-aged Auror stood up with excitement on his face.

"Is this giving up completely?"

After Jerry left the black market tent, he wandered around for a long time without waiting for any dark wizard to come to trouble him. He knew that any attempt to do it again would probably be ruined.

He stretched out his hand to summon the twelve robot soldiers who had been invisible in the air, and put them back into the box space. Jerry released the Thestral, transformed into the previous visitor, and returned to the hotel on the French Magic Street.

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"What are your names?"

In the box space, Jerry asked the four house elves standing in front of him with their heads bowed.

"My name is Da Da!"

"My name is Xiaoxiao!"

"My name is Duoduo!"

"My name is Shao Shao!"

The four elves respectfully reported to Jerry.

When Jerry bought them, Jerry became their new owner. According to the tradition of house elves, the four brothers and sisters will always be loyal to Jerry, and their descendants will always be loyal to Jerry's descendants.

"Big, small, many, few? Are the names given so casually?"

Jerry couldn't help but twitch when he heard the names of the four house elves.

It seems that the original owner of the four little guys didn't pay much attention to them.

This is normal. Most house elves live a miserable life because many wizards just treat them as slaves.

In comparison, the house elves at Hogwarts are actually living a pretty good life. In addition to cooking and cleaning every day, they are not beaten or scolded at will, or tortured with magic.

However, he had no intention of changing their names. Although the names of the four elves were relatively simple, they were indeed easy to remember.

"Well, I heard that you four are brothers and sisters, so who is the brother and who is the sister?"

In Jerry's eyes, the four house elves looked almost the same, and he couldn't tell their size. It was not even easy to distinguish between men and women.

The four elves introduced themselves. The oldest one was the elder brother, the second oldest one was the younger brother, Duoduo the third one was the elder sister, and the youngest Shaoshao was the younger sister.

"Okay, you will follow me from now on. As long as you obey, I will not treat you badly. However, you still have to get a seal!"

Jerry nodded, raised his hand and began to carve out the contract magic circle.

Although house elves are a bit ugly, Jerry will not discriminate against them like other wizards.

Although he is not a particularly kind and good person, he is also a normal person and does not like to abuse others.

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Chapter completed!