After a round of bargaining, Rove bought the Vanishing Cabinet, making Bojin earn a net profit of six hundred Galleons in tears.
The old witch paid the payment carefully. Although she was unhappy, she still forced a smile and pressed her old face against Luo Fu's cold ass.
Borgin looked at the two strange customers in front of him. The old witch seemed to have been coerced by the boy into paying.
Well...this has nothing to do with him!
The Borgin-Bock store is a pawn shop, an antique shop, and a black magic shop... There is nothing special about it. You can sell anything and buy anything. As long as the price is agreed upon, you can pay and deliver.
Just like Malfoy not long ago, when he came to sell dark magic items, even if those items were traced by the Ministry of Magic, they still accepted them all.
Similarly, they don't care where the customer's money comes from, even if it was just stolen from Gringotts... as long as it is real Galleons!
Luofu picked out a few more small items. Although they were not expensive, they were still worth a hundred and eighty galleons... The atmosphere between the two parties became more and more harmonious.
Bo Jin also went backstage to pour a few cups of coffee. When he came back, he found that another girl had entered, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
Shirley made eye contact with Rove, and then sat down next to him.
"Mr. Bojin, I'm actually very interested in the Big Four." Rove finally spoke and revealed the true purpose of his trip.
"I came here today just to see their magic items. Do you have any? For example, Ravenclaw's crown, Gryffindor's great sword, etc."
Bo Jin twitched the corners of his mouth. If only they had crowns and swords in their shop, that would be fine...
"Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and the others left too few magic items. Once discovered, they are all in high demand and cannot be kept." Borgin shook his head and said:
"We once bought a Slytherin locket in our store, but it was quickly bought at a high price."
"Where are the Hufflepuff family items?" Rolf asked softly:
"The Smith family is the descendant of the Hufflepuff family. The famous collector Hepzibah Smith was said to have collected many Hufflepuff treasures.
After her death, I heard that the collection was sold to Borgin & Burke."
"Yes." Borgin admitted frankly. "We did buy Hepzibah Smith's collection in our store."
This news was actually spread by them back then so that they could sell all Smith's relics at high prices.
How much an item is worth sometimes does not necessarily depend on its own value. The key is to tell a story.
You see Gryffindor's sword is so famous... To put it bluntly, isn't it just a sword forged by goblins a thousand years ago?
This kind of fairy sword is really not that small for fairies, but why are they not famous?
No one knows how to tell stories!
"Do you still have Hepzibah Smith in your store?" Rolf asked.
"Over the past few decades, they have been sold out, and only a few small items of little importance are left in the warehouse." Bo Jin regretted.
Luofu asked: "Is there any registration? I want to see what is there."
Borgin looked deeply at the young man. He didn't seem to be here to buy anything, but more like he was looking for Hepzibah Smith's relics.
Bo Jin didn't pay too much attention, because such wizards often came to visit, some were looking for so-called treasures, and some were looking for the family's lost magic items.
When dealing with these ancient magic families, you will always encounter various problems.
Since the boy just bought the disappearing cabinet, he doesn't mind giving the customer some small help at this time.
For Bojin, this is just a casual task, but customers may be very grateful... Why not do such a benefit and cost-effective thing?
"Bieber." Borgin shouted, and as he finished speaking, a house elf appeared in the room.
Borgin whispered a few words, and the house elf disappeared immediately, but not long after, it reappeared with a thick book in its hand.
"It's all here." Bo Jin said softly: "The items left behind in Smith's old house are recorded here one by one."
Luofu lowered his head and flipped through the booklet. His speed was very fast, it looked more like quantum speed reading, and he was as fast as the lady at the bank counting hundred-dollar bills.
In Bo Jin's eyes, young people are not reading books, they are just flipping through books!
The old witch even laughed incessantly. The pretentious guy... really thinks he has a photographic memory?
But who would have thought that after Luo Fu read it once, he turned back to a certain page in the middle and whispered:
"Excuse me, who sold this portrait?"
Borgin glanced at the picture. The picture showed a house elf cleaning a small golden cup.
Bo Jin's pupils suddenly tightened, and he apologized in a smooth voice: "It's been too long, and I don't remember it either."
Rolf raised his eyebrows.
In the original time and space, this shop clearly remembers the sale of Slytherin's locket by Tom Riddle's mother... But they don't remember who it was sold to for this registered portrait?
Luo Fu was not in a hurry, he smiled and said: "If you don't remember, forget it. If you remember it someday, you must tell me.
I will come again in the future with my elders in my family!”
It seems that Dumbledore and Nico need to come to this shop specifically to help Mr. Borgin reminisce.
After the group left, Bojin looked at the portrait with deep eyes, his face gloomy and uncertain.
Soon, the three of them walked to the door of the store, and the old witch asked tremblingly: "Can I leave? You agreed..."
"You can go." Luofu nodded, whistled, and the salamander jumped back to the boy's head.
The old witch hurriedly stepped down the steps and left in a hurry, but at this moment, a young witch passed her. The witch raised her wand and shouted:
"Don't move!"
The old witch jumped up in fright and said in astonishment: "What?!"
"I'm an Auror." Tonks took out her ID and said, "I received a report that I suspected you of attacking a young wizard. Please come to the Ministry of Magic with me."
The old witch's expression changed, and she looked at the young wizard with a bright smile again, and said angrily: "You don't mean what you say."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I meant to let you go, but you were caught by an Auror again. It's none of my business." Rolf spread his hands and said, "I can't control you for the rest of my life, right?"
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"You guys are connecting so well, and you still say it has nothing to do with you?!"
"It really doesn't matter, I just passed by accidentally." Tonks said seriously: "Hey, you look familiar to me..."
"You may have seen it wrong." The old witch covered her face.
"The features on your face are so obvious, let me see if you are wanted..."
Tonks took out a booklet and flipped through it. She compared the photos and suddenly said excitedly:
"It's true. The reward amount is one thousand galleons."
"So many." Luo Fe was a little surprised.
"This guy has trafficked many little wizards!" Tonks punched the old witch hard on the cheek: "I hate human traffickers like you the most."
The few chatted for a while, and Tonks left in a hurry, wanting to send the old witch back to the Ministry of Magic.
After all, it’s Luo Fu’s thousand gold galleons, and her small achievements in becoming a full-time employee… they can’t be lost.
Rolf and Shirley walked along the road towards Diagon Alley. The girl whispered: "Tonks looks quite interesting."
"Yes, although she is silly and careless in her work, she is quite nice. If you write her a letter, she will come immediately." Luo Fu said with a smile:
"By the way, did you know that Tonks is also a Metamorphmagus?"
"I know." Shirley nodded as usual, "Professor McGonagall mentioned it to me several times when she taught me the art of transfiguration."
Luo Fu looked envious and said: "You can change your appearance at will. It would be great if I could do it."
Shirley looked at the young man's expression and asked with a smile: "Are you envious?"
"Of course, that's a Disguise Magus!" Luof looked at the blue sky and said, "Aren't you envious?"
Shirley's eyes were clear and bright. She shook her head and smiled: "Fortunately, I'm not too envious."
Luofu nodded her head lightly, "You can't pretend to agree with me, it will appear that we are not in harmony."
The girl with the ponytail raised her head and smiled.
She hesitated for a moment and then said softly: "Actually, ordinary wizards can also transform themselves into the appearance of another person through transformation."
Luo Fu let out a surprised sound and asked, "Is it true?"
"Really." Shirley explained seriously: "A wizard who has mastered human body transformation can do it...the effect is exactly the same as the Disguise Magus."
"Human Transfiguration...what grade is this for?" Luofu asked curiously.
"Sixth grade content." Shirley grinned and said, "Of course, even if you learn it, it will be difficult to reach the point where you can freely become someone else. It requires a lot of practice.
Many wizards never master human transfiguration in their lifetime."
"Sixth grade." Luo Fei sighed softly. He was only in the second grade, but had he already started discussing the sixth grade curriculum with Shirley?
Is he drifting away, or does Shirley think too highly of his talent for transformation?
Shirley kept walking, suddenly turned to look at the young man, and said with a bright smile: "Rolf, you bet with Hermione every day, do you dare to bet with me?"
Luofu raised his eyebrows and asked: "What are you betting on?"
"Before the summer vacation comes, I can use transformation to look like you. Even if I win, is that okay?" Shirley said softly.
Luofu looked into the girl's eyes and stared for a moment. He suddenly said: "Shirley, you have learned the art of human body transformation and then deliberately cheated gambling."
"No." Shirley squinted her eyes and smiled like a crescent moon, "I have only learned the content of the fifth grade, and I am still far away from human body transformation... I lied to you that I was a puppy."
The word "talent"... made Luo Fu almost vomit blood.
Shirley's eyes sparkled and she said softly: "Bet or not... you won't just dare to bet with Hermione, right?"
"..."
Hey, this damn desire to win!
"What's the stakes?" Rove asked.
"It's a bet." The girl with the ponytail walked briskly, and she suddenly smiled and said:
"I haven't thought about it yet... I'll wait until I win."
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(This chapter is a little ridiculously late. I fell asleep last night. The 3,000-word chapter barely makes up for Crow Crow’s regret.)