HP Magic Biography

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The copper bell at the door jingled crisply, which made Lucius frown, but he didn't say anything, just walked straight forward with his cane.

No one came out to greet him, which made him very dissatisfied, at least Narcissa's face showed a trace of displeasure, but no one said anything.

The Bock Magic Shop still has a very high status among the Death Eaters. As the place where Voldemort worked when he was young, Bock can naturally seduce a better position than the Death Eaters, especially at this moment when the Dark Lord has returned .

Naturally, there were no dark wizards who would dare to come here to make trouble, after all, Voldemort was standing in the backstage of Borgin - Bock's Magic Shop.

Moreover, the Bock Magic Store itself is also very rich, and you can basically find all the black magic items you can imagine here.

For example, the coffin of the Frenchman, which is a rare thing for cultivating undead, but it is just randomly placed outside in Bojin-Bork Magic Store.

The owner of the store never seemed to be worried about things like being stolen. As the largest magic store in Knockturn Alley, Bokin-Bork Magic Store was more like the above shops, even safer than the above shops.

Lucius' slender fingers tapped rhythmically back and forth on the counter, his back straightened, and with the shopkeeper's look, there was no doubt that Malfoy was going to glar at him.

Narcissa on the side just held Lucius' arm. Although she frowned slightly, she didn't say a word. She had to maintain her posture as the mistress of the Malfoy family.

This couldn't help but make Fan Lin feel funny, it was obviously just a matter of yelling twice, but the two of them just stood in front of the counter so rigidly and stupidly.

Finally, before Lucius got impatient, Bock came out from behind.

It was a man who looked extremely old. His big scruffy nose reminded Fan Lin of Kreacher. In fact, no matter in any respect, this man made Fan Lin wonder if this was the wizard version of Kreacher.

His stooped body was covered with worn leather clothing of unknown material, one eye was cloudy, and even the brown pupil became foggy, while the other eye seemed not so clear, but compared to the other Only one eye, but brought old Bok a rare clarity.

You're late, Mr. Bork... Lucius said condescendingly, I don't think there is anything more important than meeting me.

Oh, of course, my dear Mr. Malfoy. Old Bork rubbed his hands, Of course the transaction with you is very pleasant, I'm really sorry to keep you waiting, but...

Oh, sorry, and Mrs. Malfoy, your beauty is as dazzling as spring... Old Bok seemed to have just discovered Narcissa next to him.

Thank you for your approval, Mr. Bork. Narcissa frowned. Obviously, Narcissa was not interested in the approval of a slightly wretched old wizard.

I don't have time to listen to you here and me to report on the newly acquired toys in your store, I don't think...

Oh, of course, yes, yes, respected Mr. Malfoy... Old Bock bowed slightly. In fact, no one could tell whether he bowed or simply retreated, after all, his back was always bent .

However, according to Bock's status in Knockturn Alley, the respect for Malfoy is probably limited to Malfoy working for Voldemort.

I don't know, what do you want to buy? Old Bok rubbed his hands. This is probably his favorite part. Trading with these nobles can always get a lot of gold Galleons easily, which is different. For those wandering dark wizards outside...

I'm not here today to buy things, Mr. Bork, I'm here to sell things. Old Malda interrupted his respectful and enthusiastic sales promotion.

To sell something? The smile on Mr. Bork's face withered little by little.

You should have heard that the Ministry of Magic is conducting surprise inspections recently,

Old Malfoy said as he took out a roll of parchment from the inner pocket of his clothes, and unfolded it for Mr. Bork to see.

I've been hiding some, um, inconvenient items at home, and I don't want to be found out by the Ministry of Magic...

Mr. Bork took out a pair of small glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose, picked up the old Malfoy's cargo list and looked at it.

I guess the Ministry of Magic won't come to make things difficult for you, will it?

Old Malfoy's lips curled up into an arc.

They haven't found the family yet. How can I say that the Malfoy family still has a bit of reputation in the wizarding world, but now the Ministry of Magic is becoming more and more nosy. Recently there are rumors that a new Muggle protection law is about to be introduced—this It must have been the work of that stupid muggle Weasley who was looking for trouble - but even Dumbledore has fallen, and in the character of the Minister -

Oh, I know, I know... Old Bock looked impatiently at the list given by Malfoy.

How much are you going to sell? old Bock asked.

Two hundred Galleons, these things are worth that number... Malfoy regained his composure, pointing his nostrils at Bock.

One hundred Galleons! Old Bo Ke cut the price in half in the blink of an eye.

One hundred and fifty gold Galleons...

Deal! Malfoy frowned. The number of poisons obviously exceeded this number, but due to the inspection by the Ministry of Magic, it is now a critical period, and anything that could cause trouble must be put an end to it.

Fan Lin felt a little bored. At first he thought Malfoy was here to talk about something important, but he just dealt with some prohibited items, which was really different from his idea.

And Hermione on the side also felt a little disappointed. This was not a few years ago. Some poisons, even if they were reviewed by the Ministry of Magic, were not a problem for Malfoy.

This matter does not seem to be worth Malfoy taking Narcissa to take a trip in person...

Old Bok showed an annoyed expression. Obviously, he could lower the price, but no matter what, at least the deal was reached.

Trembling, Old Bock bent over and counted out one hundred and fifty Galleons from behind the counter.

There is a small bag full of gold coins...

If you don't have money or something, please...

Don't put your trading mood on your work attitude, Mr. Burke... Malfoy paused, and looked out of the window vigilantly, Otherwise the Lord Dark Lord will be very unhappy, and you know the consequences, Mr. Burke , I came here today, and it was also the order of the Dark Lord to let you collect the things you did...

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