Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

"Mr. Bock, I'm here to retrieve the wand I left with you." Mundungus said to Bock with twinkling eyes.

"Are you sure? It's such a pity. Several buyers have already become interested in that wand. I believe that if you give me a few more days, I can close the deal at a price that satisfies you." Bock's incomprehensible Chong Meng said Dungus nodded and said in a greasy voice.

"No need, I decided to give that wand to this kid." Mundungus pointed at Dean and gave Bock a look of approval.

"Okay, please come with me." Bock made a gesture of invitation with regret on his face and introduced the two of them into the store.

The Borkin Bock store is spacious and dark, with ferocious masks staring down on the walls, various human bones on the counter, and rusty, tooth-like instruments hanging from the ceiling...

Burke took the two people to a stone fireplace: "Please sit here and wait for a while, I will get the wand."

Mundungus plopped down in the armchair in front of the fire, not caring that the cushions were smeared with a sticky brown liquid.

Dean frowned. Although he wasn't mysophobic, he didn't want to sit on it like Mundungus.

He asked Bock, who was walking towards the depths of the store: "Mr. Bock, can I visit here and appreciate your collection?"

"Of course, but remember not to touch anything easily." Bock warned lazily.

"I will." Dean replied perfunctorily. He was more concerned about whether he could trigger some tasks through the magic items here.

The first thing that caught Dean's attention was a glass box next to him. There was a withered human hand on the mat inside.

Dean remembered that his own Boggart in the original book looked like a severed human hand. Dean didn't know if there was any direct relationship between the two, but he felt that this was the magic item most likely to trigger the mission.

"Aha, Hand of Glory, you have such a discerning eye." Bock appeared next to Dean like a ghost, holding a dilapidated long box: "Put in a candle, and only the person holding it can see the light! It's a thief. Best friends with bandits.”

"Can I touch it?" Dean asked.

The system was as quiet as if it didn't exist. No tasks were issued, but Dean didn't give up. Maybe his triggering method was wrong.

"If you are willing to buy it." Bock's voice sounded like it had been soaked in an oil tank for 100 years.

Dean turned his attention to Mundungus. Mundungus immediately jumped up from his chair as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and growled sternly: "Don't even think about it! Don't even think about asking me to spend another Knut!"

"Mr. Mundungus, don't forget your oath to help me when necessary." Dean reminded.

"Mr. Dean, don't forget that the demands in the oath must be reasonable. I don't think the demands you are making now are reasonable!" Mundungus roared emotionally.

"Okay, okay." For the sake of Mundungus providing such valuable "wool" as Occlumency, Dean decided to take a step back.

He was also a little worried about the unpredictable consequences of balding Mundungus all at once.

"Mr. Dean, I put this magic wand on the table. You can come and get it yourself at any time." Bock said slightly disappointedly when he saw that there was no hope of closing the deal.

"Mr. Mundungus?" Dean looked at the long box that had been placed on the table and asked Mundungus.

"It already belongs to you," Mundungus waved his hand weakly, "If there is nothing wrong after checking it, let's leave quickly. I want to end today's nightmare as soon as possible."

Dean shrugged, walked to the table, opened the long box, paused briefly, and carefully looked at the poor-looking second-hand wand: it was about ten inches long and looked like a dead branch.

A faint smile appeared on Dean's lips, and he reached out and picked up the wand in the box.

Mundungus watched Dean's every move anxiously.

When he saw Dean picking up the wand and it seemed to be sucked away by something, he couldn't help but let out a groan of unknown meaning.

"The time is just right." Bock closed the pocket watch in his hand with a snap, and said with satisfaction: "Mundungus, don't forget that you owe me a big favor - I took a big risk by using the portkey privately. risks of."

"Of course - Caractacus, where did you send him?" Mundungus looked around nervously.

"A deserted castle that I once entered when I was traveling - didn't you say that you wanted to scare him and make him angry? I guarantee that the effect will satisfy you." Bock replied slickly.

"I hope so." Mundungus sat back in the armchair and asked while wiping the cold sweat from his head, "Ten minutes? No problem."

"Unless he loses the wand that has been temporarily turned into a portkey." Burke shrugged. "Don't be so nervous. How about a cup of coffee?"

"Caractacus, this is different from what we agreed." Mundungus exclaimed, "What I ask for is that he can be brought back without fail."

"I know, I know. - But you didn't emphasize this when you used your patronus just now, and the possibility of him losing his wand is almost zero." Burke waved his wand and filled a greasy cup. After getting the coffee, he brought it to Mundungus and said, "Drink some. He will be back in nine, no, eight minutes."

"I hope there won't be any accidents." Mundungus picked up the cup and took a swig, then spit it out: "Bah, it's burned to death."

"Old man, what's wrong with you? Even if that guy's backstage is very tough, he won't make you afraid like this!" Bock frowned as he looked at the coffee stain that almost sprayed onto the hand of Glorious Hand.

"You don't know, after I used the Patronus Charm to send you a message, I was forced to sign an unbreakable oath with that kid. If anything happens to him, I'm afraid..." Mundungus suddenly covered his face and choked. If he knew that, he wouldn't have contacted Bock to set up this trap while Dean was shopping for a wand.

"Mundungus, I don't understand what leverage he has on you. Look, a businessman who is very proficient in the black market is actually being played around by a child. I really don't know if you are crazy or I am crazy." Bock opened his mouth in shock. The outrageousness of this incident exceeded his imagination.

"Don't worry so much for now, help me find a way quickly. If he can come back safely, don't let him threaten me again." Mundungus asked pitifully for help.

"It seems that you are really ill. Can't you just use a forgetting spell on that kid? If one doesn't work, then two! Let him forget everything related to you~" Bock's eyes flashed with excitement. I think this is very interesting.

"That makes sense, why not let's lay an ambush first, and when he comes back later, you can use the Oblivion Curse on him, and I can use the Confusion Curse on him. This will definitely work!" Thinking of being able to get rid of Dean right away, Mundunge Si was so excited that he almost cried.

"It's a deal! Mundungus, I think you should take out your wand," Burke reminded.