Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

With his life at stake, Benson's head turned extremely fast.

Alchemy... Alchemy... By the way, didn't their family have an alchemy book passed down from their ancestors?

It's just that the things taught in it were messy and unsystematic, and he didn't study hard at the time.

Later, the book, along with other things, was sold to Boginbock by the creditor.

Thinking about it now, although the things his father made were of little use, he basically didn't have to worry about magic power. It had a long standby time.

From this point of view, the alchemy book was not as useless as he thought, at least it could solve the current urgent need.

Thinking of this, Benson told Ivan about it.

Ivan looked at him suspiciously: "Just have that book?"

Benson was cruel and nodded: "Of course you can! If not, I will apologize to that adult in person."

"Then what are you waiting for? Go buy the book!"

Benson said with some difficulty: "That money..."

"How much?"

"Fifty Galleons..."

"Not too expensive."

Ivan breathed a sigh of relief. Even Lockhart's novels could sell for twenty or thirty galleons. It was normal for a notebook containing a lot of alchemical knowledge to sell for fifty galleons.

"..."

Benson was silent, not daring to tell him that the book was only worth 5 Galleons when it was sold to Boginbock.

When Benson returned to Bojinbok with a bag of gold coins, the old shopkeeper didn't even raise an eyelid.

"500 galleons, no counter-offer."

"F*ck!" Benson exclaimed, stunned by the number. "You're not going to say it's inflation again, are you?"

"There is no inflation." The old shopkeeper smiled sinisterly, showing two big yellow teeth, "But, after you left last time, I read the book again and found some interesting things in it. "

“It’s not profound, but all the books you can buy out there won’t tell you.”

"Trust me, it's worth the price."

Benson went back panting heavily and told Ivan about it.

After hearing this, Ivan became even more furious: "This greedy old bastard! A stingy man who demands too much!"

He walked around the room several times before calming down.

"Go and buy the book." Ivan gave Benson another bag of Galleons, and Benson returned to Bojinbok with these Galleons.

This time the old shop owner did not break his promise and completed the transaction readily.

Looking at the pocket of wonderful, jingling gold galleons, and the tattered book that had been replaced with a cover that was almost worn off, the corners of Ivan's eyes twitched.

"Is this the right book?"

"I checked it several times and it's absolutely correct."

Benson said confidently that in this book, he not only found the technology to power alchemy items for a long time, but also discovered several other alchemy tips that can be used in new games.

Now he is confident that he will have the finished product ready before Christmas.

"That's good..." Ivan gritted his teeth and said, "That old guy Bojinbok even dares to steal that adult's money. It seems he is impatient with life..."

500 galleons is nothing to Ivan, but Jerry said that all research and development expenses will be paid out of his share of the manuscript fee, and the price of the magic book is naturally included in the research and development expenses.

Isn't Bojinbok's arbitrary price increase equivalent to defrauding Jerry of its research funds?

This is something Ivan can never stand.

"Are you going to tell that adult?"

Benson trembled with excitement at the thought that he might be able to see that adult take action again.

That overwhelming power and indifference that treats the enemy like an ant will be unforgettable once you see it!

"No need!" Ivan frowned and reprimanded, "If you have to take action for a trivial matter, what's the point of our subordinates' existence?"

As we all know, due to Dumbledore's existence and his support for the Ministry of Magic, the British Ministry of Magic is the group with the strongest sphere of influence.

Unlike Germany, where the remaining Saint forces have always been operating secretly, the United States also has the Purifier Association.Other countries have more or less powerful forces that are opposed to the Ministry of Magic.

Only in England, all opponents are labeled as dark wizards and can only hide underground like rats in the gutter.

But mice also have their own survival rules.

In England, all shady entities gather in a place called the black market.

Among these people were Death Eaters who had surrendered to Voldemort. After Voldemort's fall, they did not have enough money and power to escape trial, so they could only hide incognito.

There are werewolves and vampires who are not accepted by mainstream wizarding society and can only survive in the black market.

There are also victims of persecution by the nobles and the Ministry of Magic.

For money, survival, and revenge, they are willing to do any dirty work, such as... killing people.

The Ministry of Magic is naturally aware of this, but both the Ministry of Magic itself and the pure-blood nobles hiding behind the scenes have a large number of shady businesses that need these desperadoes to drive them.

So with their acquiescence, this land full of sin has not only been preserved, but has also been rejuvenated in recent years.

However, no matter how much the black market grows, its scope of influence is only limited to Knockturn Alley.

Anyone who dares to go too far will be severely punished by the Ministry of Magic.

The intersection between Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley has become the boundary between black and white, light and darkness.

As a member of the Greengrass family, Ivan naturally knows a few guys in the black market.

As long as they are given money, these scumbags can sell their wives.Just the perfect cannon fodder.

So Ivan found them and asked them to kill Bojinbok, or at least burn down the store.

The leader of this group was a middle-aged man with a scarred face. After hearing Ivan's request, his expression suddenly changed.

"It's not that we won't help you. You know, that old guy Bojinbok has opened a store in Knockturn Alley for 50 years. It's not like no one has had any ideas for him during this period, but as you can see, those people are all dead. It’s all gone, and he’s still alive and well.”

"Are you afraid of death for doing your job?" Ivan sneered.

Scarface licked the corner of his lips: "You misunderstood. What I meant was that this mission is too dangerous and many people may die...you have to pay more."

"A thousand galleons."

"not enough."

"two thousand."

"not enough."

"Five thousand galleons, everything in the store belongs to you. If not, I'll go find those werewolves."

"That's enough, that's enough!" Scarface hurriedly apologized, "Those werewolves are all brainless idiots. Even if they die, they won't be able to hurt a single hair on Bojinbok's body."

As he spoke, he paid attention to Ivan's expression: "I just don't know why that old guy offended you. Hasn't he always been about being kind and making money?"

"He didn't offend me." Ivan said lightly, "But he actually dared to blackmail that gentleman. This kind of crime can only be washed away with blood..."