Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 9 Borgin - The Bork Store
Knockturn Alley at night is always silent. Voldemort, who drank the compound potion, walked cautiously on this path in a cloak and hat.

The dimly lit shops on the left and right of the street brought back some memories belonging to the remnant souls from time to time—most of them were beautiful. I have to say that the former Voldemort enjoyed this time of walking in the dark.

"This is the most serious job I've ever done, right?"

Standing in front of Borgin-Bock store, Voldemort couldn't help muttering in his heart.

Then he walked into the antique shop where he had worked.

"Ding dong..."

The bell rang, and Mr. Bo Jin behind the counter looked coldly at the uninvited guest.

After a short eye contact, Voldemort began to scan the products in the shop——

This place is full of evil as always. Rows of human bones are listed in an orderly manner on the counter, and the signs below explain the origin and special functions of the bones. If you believe these explanations, death will be one step closer to you.

On the adjacent counter, there were blood-stained playing cards, glass eyeballs, and more evil-looking things.

Voldemort was not interested in these, and his eyes quickly turned to the center of the shop, where many large items were placed.

In the end, Voldemort's eyes locked on a large black cabinet—this was the ultimate goal of his trip, and it was also a retreat he had prepared for himself.

"How much is this, Mr. Borgin."

Voldemort didn't hide his thoughts. He knew that this would make his boss, Bojin, ask for random prices, but the problem was...

Even if Bojin Boss just sold it at the normal price, Voldemort still couldn't afford it.

Quirrell is not a wealthy person, and the coins he obtained from Muggles by using magic cannot show his unique money-making ability here.

"Nine thousand gold Galleons, not a penny less." Mr. Bo Jin said coldly.

Voldemort nodded. It was a fair price, and it was often called out at this price when he was working here.

It seems that Mr. Borgin wants to get rid of this cabinet - after all, this cabinet needs a pair to use, but now it is single!

"It's broken," said Voldemort, looking at the cabinet.

"If it's good, it won't be at this price." Mr. Bojin still didn't walk out of the counter, but just looked at Voldemort from a distance.

"Can you fix it?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course, but this one is not bad, it should be the other half." Mr. Bokin said.

Voldemort nodded, and walked around the cabinet a few times, thinking that if Malfoy could repair it successfully with Borgin's help, he must be able to do it himself.

"The price is fine, but I need a fix."

Mr. Bokin's eyes lit up at Voldemort's words, and he asked eagerly, "Do you know the location of the other cabinet?"

Voldemort turned to look at him suspiciously - he had done it on purpose.

"Oh, sorry, I know the rules, it's just... how are you sure they're a pair? I'm so curious to know that this cabinet is with me..."

"I'm not here to do popular science, Mr. Bokin."

Voldemort interrupted him, saying, "I just need to make sure, Nine Thousand Gold Galleons, whether you will share the method of repairing the Vanishing Cabinet."

"You do know it."

Mr. Bogin became excited. He walked around the counter, touched the disappearing cabinet, looked at Voldemort again and said, "Of course I would, no... I mean, as long as you bring another cabinet, I can... ..."

"No, you won't see another."

Voldemort directly refused, he couldn't get the other cabinet, and he wouldn't bring it, "I just need this cabinet and the way to repair it."

Boss Bojin was silent. After thinking for a while, he quoted an exaggerated price: "[-] Galleons, you can take whatever you want."

Voldemort nodded, took out a silver box from his waist, and opened it carefully, revealing a broken silver bone.

"I'll take this instead, can I?" said Voldemort.

"Of course not, [-] Galleons, one dime..."

"The bones of the Unicorn King, I think many people are willing to pay a high price for it." Voldemort interrupted him again.

This was a gift from Daenerys to him as a token of love, but Voldemort obviously didn't cherish it—after determining that this thing was of no use to him, he came up with the idea of ​​exchanging it for the disappearing cabinet.

Without this broken bone of the Unicorn King, he might have to wait a little later to find a way to get this cabinet.

"The bones of the unicorn king... are you sure?"

As Mr. Bogin said, he reached out to take the silver box, but Voldemort didn't let him.

"The answer is yes, now, I need your answer."

"Change, or not."

The negotiation started, and in Voldemort's mind, the idea of ​​using Legilimency was just around the corner.

This is the instinct of Voldemort's remnant soul, and Lin Zuo's instinct is restraining—he is not the Voldemort he used to be, he is not crazy, and he doesn't want to be an enemy of everyone.

"You know, even if he's real, he's not worth twenty thousand Galleons."

"A disappearing cabinet and a repair method are also not worth [-] Galleons."

"But you have another disappearing cabinet, this is a necessity for you."

"Look all over Knockturn Alley, and you won't find a second bone of the Unicorn King. This is hard currency."

The dialogue between the two reached a stalemate, and neither of them wanted to take another step back.

"Add money, as long as you..."

"impossible."

Voldemort refused without hesitation. This cabinet was useless to Borgin. He was unwilling to admit defeat in this negotiation, and he did not have so much money to pay the other party.

Mr. Borgin hesitated.

He wants the bones of the unicorn king, and those rich purebloods will definitely pay a lot of money for it...

However, he also has a chance to cheat this strange dark wizard, because he has another disappearing cabinet...

"It seems that you are not ready to agree to this transaction."

Voldemort shook his head regretfully, closed the silver box, and put it back in his arms.

Mr. Bojin didn't stop him, but he kept screaming in his heart:

He'll stop, he'll stop...

Until Voldemort resolutely chose to leave and almost stepped out of the shop with one foot, he finally couldn't hold back: "Damn it, wait a minute."

Voldemort stopped, turned his head with a triumphant smile—

He was really not afraid that the other party would not agree, because even if he really did that, the disappearing cabinet would still stay here, and he would always have a chance to come and get it.

As for the opponent...

Except for himself, maybe Malfoy will come a few years later, but he won't bring a Galleon or a unicorn bone.

The disappearing cabinet is not a big deal. Apparition, Portkey, or Floo powder can replace it.

What's more, this is still a single dog in the disappearing cabinet.

"Exchange, including the maintenance content of the disappearing cabinet, but I want to see the bones of the unicorn king first."

Mr. Bojin finished speaking in grief and indignation, and then asked dissatisfiedly, "You are my colleague, right?"

Voldemort smiled, didn't say anything, just handed over the silver box containing the Unicorn King.

After everything was confirmed, Voldemort made a delivery request.

To Mr. Bojin's surprise, the dark wizard in front of him didn't ask him to deliver the cabinet to a certain house or where the wizard lived, but to a certain intersection in London at a fixed time...

Although he was full of doubts, but in line with the trading principles of Knockturn Alley, he didn't ask any more questions.

Anyway, that unsold cabinet was replaced by a valuable item, wasn't it?
　Exchange some recommendation tickets, the kind that takes Quilo's life!

　　


(End of this chapter)