Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Knockturn Alley is always quiet at night. Voldemort, who drank the compound potion, walks cautiously on this path wearing a cloak and a hat.

The dimly lit shops on the left and right sides of the street are occasionally reminded of some memories belonging to the remnant soul - most of them are beautiful. It must be said that the former Voldemort enjoyed this time of walking in the darkness.

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

Standing in front of Borgin and Burke's store, Voldemort couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

Then, he walked into the antique store where he once worked.

"Ding Dong..."

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

After a brief moment of eye contact, Voldemort began to scan the products in the store——

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

On the adjacent counter, there are blood-stained playing cards, glass eyes that are motionless, and more evil-looking things.

Voldemort was not interested in these. His eyes quickly looked at the center of the store, where many large items were displayed.

In the end, Voldemort's eyes were fixed on a large black cabinet - this was the ultimate goal of his trip and the escape route he had prepared for himself.

"How much is this, Mr. Borgin?"

Voldemort did not hide his thoughts. He knew that this would make his boss Borgin ask for arbitrary prices, but the problem was...

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

Quirrell was not a wealthy man, and he used magic to obtain coins from Muggles, but he did not show his unique money-making ability here.

"Nine thousand gold galleons, not a penny less." Mr. Borgin said coldly.

Voldemort nodded. This was a fair price. When he worked here before, it was often priced at this price.

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

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

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

"Can you fix it?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course, but this one is not broken, it should be the other half that is broken," Mr. Bogin said.

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

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

Voldemort's words made Mr. Borkin's eyes light up, and he asked eagerly: "Do you know the location of the other cabinet?"

Voldemort turned to look at him with doubt in his eyes - he did this on purpose.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I know the rules, but...how are you sure they are a pair? I'm really curious. I want to know that this cabinet is here..."

"I'm not here to popularize science, Mr. Borgin."

Voldemort interrupted him and said, "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. Borgin became excited. He walked around the counter, touched the disappearing cabinet, and then looked at Voldemort and said, "Of course I am willing, no... I mean, as long as you bring another cabinet, I can... …”

"No, you won't see another one."

Voldemort refused directly. He could not get another cabinet and would not bring it. "I only need this cabinet and how to repair it."

Boss Bojin was silent. He thought for a moment and quoted an exaggerated price: "Twenty thousand gold galleons, you can take whatever you want."

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

"Can I trade this for you?" Voldemort said.

"Of course not, twenty thousand gold galleons, one piece..."

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

This was a gift given to him by Daenerys as a token of love, but Voldemort obviously did not cherish it. After determining that this thing was of little use to him, he came up with the idea of ​​exchanging it for the Vanishing Cabinet.

If it weren't for the Unicorn King Broken Bone, he might have found a way to get the cabinet later.

"The bones of the Unicorn King...are you sure?"

Mr. Borgin said, reaching out to take the silver box, but Voldemort did not let him succeed.

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

"Change, or not."

Negotiations began, and Voldemort's mind was ready to use Legilimency.

This is the instinct of Voldemort's remnant soul, and Lin Zuo's instinct is to restrain it - he is not the Voldemort he once was, he is not crazy, and he does not want to be an enemy of everyone.

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

"A vanishing cabinet and the method of repairing it are also not worth twenty thousand gold galleons."

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

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

The conversation between the two reached a deadlock, and neither one wanted to take a step back.

"More money, as long as you..."

"impossible."

Voldemort refused without hesitation. This cabinet was of no use to Borgin. He was unwilling to admit defeat in this negotiation, and he did not have that much money to pay the other party.

Mr. Borkin hesitated.

He wants the bones of the Unicorn King, and those rich purebloods will definitely spend a lot of money for it...

However, he also has the opportunity to cheat the strange dark wizard opposite him, 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 into his arms.

Mr. Borgin did not stop him, but he kept roaring in his heart:

He will stop, he will stop...

Until Voldemort decided to leave and almost stepped out of the store with one foot, he finally couldn't stand it any longer: "Damn it, wait a minute."

Voldemort stopped and turned his head with a victorious smile——

He is really not afraid that the other party will not agree, because even if he does, the disappearing cabinet will still be here, and he will always have a chance to get it.

As for the other party...

Except for himself, maybe Malfoy will come in a few years, but he will not bring gold galleons or unicorn king bones.

The Vanishing Cabinet is not a great thing. Apparition, portkeys, or Floo powder can all replace it.

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

"The exchange includes repairs to the Vanishing Cabinet, but I want to see the bones of the Unicorn King first."

Mr. Bojin finished speaking sadly and asked dissatisfiedly, "You are my colleague, right?"

Voldemort smiled and said nothing, just handed over the silver box containing the Unicorn King.

After everything was confirmed, Voldemort made a delivery request.

What surprised Mr. Borkin was that the dark wizard in front of him did not ask him to deliver the cabinet to a certain house or the place where the wizard lived. Instead, he sent the cabinet to a certain intersection in London at a fixed time...

Although he was full of doubts, in line with the trading principles of Knockturn Alley, he did not ask any more questions.

Anyway, that unsold cabinet was exchanged for a valuable item, right?

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