Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 34 The Battle of Knockturn Alley
Early on Saturday morning, Ash left Hogwarts, and he came to the bustling Diagon Alley, where he planned to buy a portrait that could be studied.

But it was more difficult than he imagined. No one in Diagon Alley seemed to want to sell their ancestors or relatives.

Ash wandered around for a long time, but he couldn't find what he wanted in Diagon Alley. Maybe what he wanted was too precious?
"Cuckoo?" Phil stood on Ash's shoulder. It didn't go out to play today, probably because its friend went to deliver letters for others.

"Don't worry." Ash said softly. Although he searched all morning and found no clues, the last thing he lacked was patience. He found another alley at the corner of Diagon Alley.

A narrow and dangerous alley, but exudes a special charm.

As soon as Ash saw it, he felt like he should be able to find what he was looking for.

"Knockturn Alley..." Ash looked at the rotten wooden boards thrown on the ground at the corner of the street and muttered. Although this place is not as prosperous as Diagon Alley, there are definitely not few people here.

There are small merchants selling some strange materials or strange items everywhere, just like those traveling merchants in Rhodeland, they looked at everyone with vigilance, and then clutched their pockets tightly.

Nothing precious, this is Ash's evaluation, something that doesn't even contain the soul of a brave man must not be a good thing.

Ash was thinking about it and came to a more formal-looking shop, Bojin-Blog... Ash nodded slightly, opened the door and walked in.

The store is filled with chaotic items, and those items that look a little scary are just a drop in the ocean here, strange animal skulls, necklaces with strange lights, Ash also saw a shriveled human hand in a small box ...

It smells like Biheim... Ash actually felt a little bit of nostalgia when he saw these, that is, the owner of the shop is not an old magician with a gray beard and a robe.

Bo Jin, the owner of the antique shop, came up. He had seen many strange guests, but this was the first time he saw a guest with an owl and sunglasses.

"Is there anything I need?" Borgin rubbed his hands, which showed that he was ready to trick this new wizard. He knew a lot of people. If the person who came was a chick... then he would make a lot of money .

"Is there a portrait?" Ash asked, and he looked at the pile of debris.

Bo Jin grinned and showed his big gold teeth, "Of course, of course, this gentleman, it's the first time we meet, I'm Bo Jin..."

"Ash Embers." Ash said casually, "I need a portrait, the one that can talk."

"Understood." Bojin smiled and rummaged through the pile of debris, and pulled out a dusty portrait, "What do you think of this one?"

Ash frowned and glanced, "I said I want to be able to talk."

"Sorry, sorry." Borgin said with a smile, "I didn't hear clearly."

"Heh." Ash smiled and didn't speak.

He watched Borgin walk into the inner room, and found a portrait covered with a black cloth during a burst of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

"Covering the black cloth can make her talk less." Bojin said, "Do you want to inspect the goods?"

"Yeah." Ash nodded, then stretched out his hand and pulled the black cloth away.

The painting depicts a thin girl with dark green slightly curly hair and a slightly sickly pale and thin face... The blue eyes are slightly opened, as if they are not used to the bright light after the black cloth is lifted, obviously it is A secondary portrait, but it made Ash feel like he was dying.

"Not bad?" Bojin said with a smile, "Many people like this kind of... tsk tsk."

"Cuckoo?" Phil looked at Ash suspiciously.

Ash snorted coldly and didn't say much. After all, he doesn't seem to have the qualifications to laugh at people's morbidity even if he is an experimenter with portraits...

"One hundred Galleons." Borgin stretched out his hand, his face full of smiles, not wavered at all by this deceitful price.

Ash frowned slightly when he heard the price. Although he didn't care about money, being cheated by others was another matter.

"Ten Galleons." Ash said lightly, "A hundred Galleons treat me like a child."

"Hehe." Bo Jin put away his smile, "One hundred Galleons is a very worthwhile price! I used a lot of Galleons to buy this pair..."

"This black-hearted scumbag cost less than ten Galleons." The woman in the painting suddenly spoke, and her sharp and mean speech made Borgin's face look ugly.

He snorted coldly and covered the portrait, then looked at Ash and said, "One hundred is one hundred..."

Ash smiled slightly, and with a flick of his right hand, he threw out a throwing knife, and nailed it to the table with a bang.

"Including this dagger, fifteen Galleons." Ash said slowly.

The wand in his left hand was raised slightly, and there was a kind of light flashing on it that Bojin had never seen before... The palpitation made him feel a little scared.

"Twenty, twenty Galleons... plus this dagger..." But the greed that came from his bones made him dare to speak.

"Deal." Ash smiled slightly, put away his wand, and took Garen out of his pocket, "I will come here again if necessary."

Bo Jin didn't know why he read the threat from this sentence, but when he saw Garen on the table, he smiled. In front of the cute baby, this is nothing.

"Welcome to come next time." Bojin smiled and waved as he watched Ash go out.

With the sound of closing the door, he snorted coldly, threw the dagger to the ground, "Damn wizard!" He cursed, then continued to put Garen away with a smile.

Ash held the portrait and walked slowly down the street. He was going to buy another robe. The robe of Biheim was covered with black spots, and he didn't know where it was scratched.

"Cuckoo!" Phil didn't seem to like Bojin, and he fluttered his wings in dissatisfaction.

"He's a greedy guy." Ash said casually, "This kind of person usually doesn't end well."

"Just like you." As he said that, he turned around suddenly, and pointed the wand in his hand at the three men behind him.

"Yo~ This chick is quite crazy." The fat man said with a smile.

"Hand over your Garen and that painting..." said the man in the black robe, "otherwise you might not be able to get out." He flicked his wand, and a red light lingered on it.

"Hehe." Ash sneered twice, he wasn't going to talk nonsense with these bastards, it's just three rotten fish and shrimp...

He bowed slightly and placed the portrait against the wall, then clapped his hands and looked at the three of them, "I said that greedy people have no good end."

"Drowsy!" The black robe was the quickest to move, and a red curse was thrown over in an instant, hitting Ash's chest.

With a flick of the wand in Ash's hand, the wand bounced away, and then turned sideways to avoid the spells of the other two.

While dodging, Ash flicked his left hand lightly, and a stream of bright silver mist sprayed out from above.

Seeing the strange mist approaching, the chubby man subconsciously threw out the Hurricane Curse. As a result, Ash had sharp eyes and quick hands, and a spell flew out of his wand.

"Hiss!" The slightly fat man yelled bitterly, and quickly backed away, wanting to escape.

"I've encountered a hard stubble, get out." The black-robed man shouted and turned around to get out.

But their speed was not as fast as the mist. The bright silver mist engulfed the three of them. After a few seconds, Ash threw out a Hurricane Curse to disperse the mist.

This magic is the deadly mercury from Biheim. The poisonous mist not only has deadly poison after swallowing three people, but also has the effect of cursing death from White Dragon Sith.

The three of them turned into sculptures made of crystal in the mist, and there was an expression distorted by pain on the frozen face.

Ash walked over slowly, reached out and tapped the crystals lightly.

He could feel some soul being absorbed by him...

"Cuckoo!" Phil looked at this scene in horror, as if he was a little afraid of Ash.

"Don't worry, Phil." Ash said casually. He is not the kind of person who casually takes other people's lives. Those who have seen the dark naturally understand the preciousness of life, but he can sense the souls in the three of them. At least a lot of people died in their hands...

Ash picked up his portrait, then flicked his right wand again, and the three crystal statues turned into powder and sprinkled on the ground, shining like glass.

The Hurricane Curse is good for cleaning up the scene... Ash looked at the powder blown away by the wind and nodded slightly. After confirming that no one was watching around, Ash smiled and left.

(End of this chapter)