Hogwarts Ordnance Manual

"Are you going to blow up the castle?" George was stunned. It was the first time he had seen so much money. If he bought all the dung bombs, he might blow up the entire castle.

"There is a terrifying dark creature lurking in Hogwarts, threatening the safety of many students, including Harry and Ginny. We cannot rely on the professors to solve this thing, so I have to prepare some weapons. If you believe me, I will fight with you." If you don't believe me, just do it yourself, I'll go back later." Dudley looked indifferent.

Before George could say anything, Fred had already spoken "righteously": "Boss Dudley, no one in Hogwarts is more chivalrous than us! Whatever you want to buy, we promise to help you get it!"

It has nothing to do with chivalry, you guys are just too greedy for money... Dudley rolled his eyes inwardly.

"You must know where I can buy medieval Muggle items. Take me to see them," Dudley said, "I'll give you a [-]% commission."

George beamed: "At your service, Mr. Dursley!"

They put on the hoods of their robes, walked through the long alley, and came to a dirty thick wooden door. Fred stretched out his hand and said: "Boss Dudley, I want a gold galleung for the ticket."

Dudley curled his lips and said, "I bet it's your first time here too..." Despite this, he still took out three gold coins and threw them to Fred.

Fred laughed "hehe" twice and knocked on the wooden door. The pattern on the door began to move, gradually forming the shape of a gargoyle. The ferocious-looking gargoyle opened its mouth, and Fred blocked it slightly with his body. , stuffed a gold coin inside.

"Gela~" The heavy wooden door cracked a big crack, and the wooden blocks retracted on both sides, revealing a dark passage.

Some noisy whispers diluted the weirdness of some of the black passages. They filed in, and it looked like a dimly lit small bar. The only difference was that deep in the hall, there was an open small room with a bald old man wearing glasses. Sitting among a mountain of scrolls and account books, surrounded by three sturdy men.

There were some people sitting on the surrounding booths, most of whom could not see their faces clearly. There were all kinds of weird things on the small round tables, which were similar to what Harry saw in Mr. Borkin's magic shop.

The three burly men seemed dissatisfied with the remuneration. They roared and knocked on the table in front of the bald old man with their fists. The old man calmly took out a handkerchief, took off his glasses and wiped them, turning a blind eye to the anger of the strong men. .

A man with a silver mask stood up from the side. His right hand was on the wand on his waist, and his left hand was playing with a delicate silver dagger. The dagger was glowing with green light. Just looking at it made him feel... The person feels that his arm hurts like being cut by a knife.

The strong men were like wild ducks stuck in their throats. They suddenly did not dare to say a word and walked away dejectedly. The masked man sat back in the darkness, as if he had merged with the shadows.

"The Bounty Association welcomes you, three young gentlemen." The bald old man put on exquisite gold-rimmed glasses with a very professional smile on his face.

The twins were a little nervous. They were usually not afraid of anything, but they were more or less frightened when they arrived here. There might be dark wizards sitting around who killed people and stole goods. Their small bodies were like lambs walking into a pack of wolves.

Dudley sat down opposite the old man politely and said, "Buy some Muggle gadgets. Money is not an issue."

The old man's smile became even brighter. He waved his hand, and a gold coin floated on his palm.

"The gold galleons of 1875 are still in very good condition. The Bounty Association likes such good things very much... I am willing to serve you, sir."

"Call me Eminem. This is my code name. I have a lot of these gold coins. As long as your goods are genuine enough, there will be many opportunities for cooperation." Dudley said in an old-fashioned way.

Fred on the side looked a little embarrassed, but he didn't expect to be exposed as soon as he came in.

Dudley obviously didn't care about Fred's little move. The bald old man waved and led the three of them in through the small door on the side. The man in the silver mask came out again and followed them from a distance.

George was panicking, but Dudley gave him a firm look, which made him feel a little more at ease.

Dudley's right hand was hidden in his robe, and the enchanted Magnum bullet was already loaded. As the saying goes, a man is innocent and has a weapon, but he was actually more nervous than George.

They turned into a windowless warehouse. The old man lit the candles on the wall, and everyone saw clearly that the warehouse was filled with all kinds of junk, from rice cookers without lids to black and broken engines with exploded cylinders. All.

"They're all here?" Dudley looked at the mountains of rags and couldn't help but feel a little amused when he thought that most of the people scavenging in Muggle garbage dumps were wizards.

The bald old man took out his wand and said: "The wizard has a way to bring them back to life, you can take your pick."

Dudley turned around. He had already locked the target. Among the piles of used electrical appliances, he found a Seneca double-barreled shotgun in good condition and a Springfield m1903 rifle. He touched it with his hands calmly. After touching it, the system immediately popped up a prompt:

[Seneca double barrel shotgun (not certified), caliber .50, gas operated double barrel single shot.It can be eaten after certification. The certification fee is 500 gold galleons. ]

"Wtf!" Dudley couldn't help but curse. The system actually wanted to charge money. Different firearms could correspond to different combat scenarios. He originally planned to buy as many as he could, but now he obviously had to think about it.

In the end, he picked three items, a high-power flashlight (after all, he couldn't cast fluorescent light yet), two old walkie-talkies, and the double-barreled shotgun.

The bald old man glanced at them without saying anything. He waved his magic wand, and a bright silver light flashed from these things. In the blink of an eye, the flashlight and shotgun looked brand new, as if they had just left the factory.

"A total of 210 galleons. If you need, you can also add magic effects to these things. Of course, that will cost extra." The old man said elegantly.

"I will come to you when needed." Dudley counted the gold coins and handed them to the old man. The old man weighed them and flipped his hand, and the gold coins disappeared without a trace.

Although the atmosphere was a bit depressing, they still walked out of the Bounty Association safely, and George and Fred also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where did you get your gold Galleons? The ones from 1875 can be considered antiques. One can be exchanged for 2 more Sickles in Knockturn Alley." Fred whispered.

Dudley held the shotgun and grunted in response. Each of the gold galleons minted from the goblin bank had a unique number, which was equivalent to an anti-counterfeiting mark. So where did the gold coins that the system rewarded him come from?You can't steal it from someone else's vault. Now it seems that it should be obtained from a buried tomb or a sunken ship. It will neither attract the attention of the goblin bank nor shake the foundation of the wizarding financial world. .

"The Bounty Association is much more gentlemanly than I thought. Dad always said they are dangerous." George muttered.

"Haha, don't jump to conclusions so early. Isn't it possible that the gangsters are here?" Dudley pouted towards the entrance of the alley ahead, and three sturdy figures walked out of the darkness.