I'm playing Druid at Hogwarts

"The Malfoys are all bad guys. If what Dobby said is true, Hogwarts must be in danger." Harry and Draco Malfoy were enemies, so he believed Dobby without hesitation.

Seeing everyone's worried expressions, Allen said: "Regardless of whether it's true or not, Hogwarts is the safest with Dumbledore here. Let's enjoy the birthday party now."

"That's right, Harry, don't think so much, let's eat the cake first." Ron drooled looking at the cake.

Harry could only give up his random thoughts and enjoy his birthday cake with his friends.

The birthday party will eventually end, Hermione, Ron, and the Weasley brothers will all go back, and Harry will also go back to the Dursleys.

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder: "Harry, please be patient for a few days. When we get back, we will discuss with your parents to bring you to live in the Burrow."

"Really?" Harry looked surprised. He couldn't stay in this house for a moment.

Flake rushed to speak: "Of course, Harry is our friend, and we will not let you fall into dire straits."

"And my parents like Harry, so they will definitely agree." George continued.

"That's great, I'll wait for you at home."

At this point, Harry's birthday party is over.

On March 8, cloudy and sunny.

Alan heads to Knockturn Alley alone, where he works part-time at Borgin Bock's store.

The last time he came to Knockturn Alley, Allen was almost killed by a dark wizard. Now he is not afraid of these little things.

Allen walked confidently into the narrow and dark path. Everyone who came and went was wearing black robes and looked mysterious.

Allen's unabashed look is simply telling others that he is a newbie and welcome to join in.

Sure enough, a black witch stopped in front of Allen, looked at Allen with malicious eyes, and said: "Little wizard, I am short of someone to test the medicine recently, do you want to come with me?"

"Oh, how much does it cost per month? Do you have weekends off? Do you have medical insurance? Does it include food and accommodation?"

The black witch was confused, what was wrong with this child, it was so weird.

Allen was disappointed and said, "How dare you, an unscrupulous wizard, come out to recruit workers without these things? Do you know that the competition in today's society is very fierce, and you can't recruit talents without putting in the effort."

"You unlucky kid, I'm going to kill you today."

Before the black witch could use the spell, Allen quickly arrived in front of the black witch, and then punched the black witch in the abdomen.

The black witch's eyes widened and her face turned pale. Allen let go of his hand and the black witch fell to the ground.

Allen raised his hand, looking at the black smoke dissipating from the dragon leather gloves, and the corners of his mouth curved up slightly.

Most of the products in the Bojinbok store are black magic props. For his own safety, Allen specially wore dragon skin gloves.

The black wizard has many evil props on him. Hitting the black witch just now triggered a black magic prop. Allen only dared to do this with the help of dragon skin gloves.

Allen doesn't plan to search for the black witch's loot. After all, it's too dangerous, so he should leave it to others.

Allen has seen many people looking here, most of them looking at the black witch, their eyes full of greed.

In front of him was the Bojinbok store. Allen quickly walked into the store. The store was very messy and had no aesthetic feeling at all.

And there were all kinds of strange human organs, as if they had been seen in that perverted murderer's place.

Allen also noticed that a glass eyeball in a jar was staring at him strangely.

A voice came from inside.

"There you are, Alan Drew."

Mr. Borgin walked out slowly, looking a bit like Snape. His hair was greasy and disgusting, and even his voice was a little greasy.

Allen had a faint onset of mysophobia, showed a forced smile, and said, "Mr. Bojin, I'm here to work part-time today. Is there anything you need me to do?"

Mr. Borgin showed his yellowed teeth and said, "If you want to work here, you have to know which props are dangerous and which are not."

"Most of my here are black magic props. Many part-time employees have died in the past years. Are you sure you want to stay?"

Allen nodded. Allen still had this awareness. If he was afraid, he would not choose the Bojin Bock store.

"Very good, now I will introduce these props. I will only explain them once and will not repeat them again. Do you understand?"

"understood."

Mr. Borgin nodded with satisfaction and led Allen to introduce various products.

"This is the hand of glory. Put a candle on that hand. The candlelight only illuminates the person holding this hand. It is a good helper for thieves and robbers. It is not dangerous. It sells for 150 Galleons."

"This is an opal necklace. It is cursed. 19 people have died because of it, so try not to touch it. It sells for 100 Galleons."

"The venom cane can release the venom of poisonous snakes. It will be poisoned when it touches the skin, so don't touch it if you can. It sells for 75 galleons."

Mr. Borgin led Alan to the glass eyeball and said, "This glass eyeball is a special magic eye. It can lock and capture the residual magic power. It is not dangerous. It sells for 500 Galleons."

Mr. Borgin briefly introduced the products in the front part of the store. There were not many dangerous props. Most of the dangerous black magic props were inside the store.

Allen just needs to stay at the counter and pay the bills.

There were not many customers in this kind of store. Allen stayed there all morning without a single customer and could only read the Daily Prophet in boredom.

The more important thing is that the Ministry of Magic began to search private residences, including Muggle items and dark magic items.

The Bojinbok store has the function of purchasing black magic props, so it is expected to be busy these days.

Sure enough, in the afternoon, the Bojinbok store welcomed a customer from a pure-blood family.

Seeing the person coming, Mr. Bojin showed a greedy smile: "Isn't this Ingemar? How can I help you?"

Ingmar Flint impatiently placed a package in front of Mr. Borkin and said: "How much do these dark magic items cost? Give me a price."

Mr. Borkin motioned to Alan to listen carefully, and then began to examine the items one by one.

Allen saw Mr. Borkin's hands emitting a strange light, which seemed to block all kinds of black magic and curses.

Sure enough, it is impossible for the person who eats this bowl of rice to not have some special skills.

Mr. Borgin said while inspecting the items: "This is Glock's black magic book. There are not many existing books. You can give it for 50 Galleons."

"This parchment seems to have been refined by a master. As long as it has a drop of the enemy's blood, it can analyze the enemy's intelligence, 80 galleons."

"This fairy eye can be made into a magic eye. It has a certain value, 60 galleons."

"As for other low-value black magic items, I can purchase them all for 100 Galleons."

Allen blinked. This profiteer was powerful. If he sold it regularly, there would be no problem in increasing the value at least four or five times.