Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

"Sir, you——"

"Put it away." Les put the laurel wand into Lupet's arms.

"This is the first time I have seen someone actively choosing a wand." While putting the wand in his pocket, Lupet said with emotion that today was really an eye-opener.

In other words, ever since she decided to follow this adult, her horizons have been constantly refreshing.

"So what is the normal process?" Les' curiosity was also aroused, and he wanted to know what kind of "the wand chooses the wizard" scene would happen if there were no interruptions.

"Mr. Ollivander will select a suitable wand for us based on his experience after measuring our body data, and then let us try it. If the wand chooses us, that's fine. If we are chosen by If the wand refuses or says it doesn’t fit, replace it with another one.”

Les:…

In his opinion, the essence of this operation is still that the wizard chooses the wand, and the wand maker plays an overly strong role in the process, which requires extremely high levels of the producer himself.

He himself was not very optimistic about Ollivander's persistence. In his opinion, using only unicorn tail feathers, phoenix tail feathers and fire dragon nerves to make the core of the wand is an overkill. Just like beef, honey and wine are great ingredients, but which restaurant only uses them? Cooking with these three ingredients is a bit too extreme.

But in general, Garrick Ollivander is still making progress. The three wand cores he chose are indeed extremely powerful magical substances, and more importantly, they only cost seven galleons. Rice is really doubtful. Can Ollivander make money at this low price? He just passed by the drugstore and noticed that the price of an ounce of dragon liver almost exceeded one galleon.

If he really was that kind of charitable wandmaker, Les wouldn't mind giving Mr. Ollivander any help he could.

After looking up at the position of the sun and realizing that it was still early for lunch, Les decided to go to Knockturn Alley, sell some of his unused magic props, and use the money in exchange to buy some books.

Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley are actually connected.

As a werewolf, Lupert is naturally a frequent visitor to Knockturn Alley. She expertly led Les around an inconspicuous corner, through a twisting alley, and then arrived at Knockturn Alley, a gray area in the magical world.

Unlike the glamorous Diagon Alley, the overall tone of Knockturn Alley is dark and gloomy, and the shops in the alley seem to be inseparable from black magic. The shop window near the entrance displayed a pile of shrunken human heads, while the shop diagonally opposite had a large cage crawling with huge black spiders at the door.

There were some ragged wizards gathered in groups in the alley, whispering, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

"Most of the shops here have something to do with the big shots in the Ministry of Magic," Rupert whispered as he introduced Knockturn Alley to Les. "Those big shots from pure-blood families like to do shady deals here, and many of them are... Unsatisfied wizards will also take on tasks here that are on the edge of the law to make a living."

"Yes." Les nodded, indicating that this kind of operation is very common. Wizards and Muggles were playing this glove trick thousands of years ago. He believed that this routine would not be lost in another thousand years.

"You seem familiar with this place?"

Lupet forced a forced smile: "Because I am a werewolf..."

While the two were chatting, a pair of eyes filled with hatred fell on them.

McMillan, who had healed his finger, stood at the corner of the alley, looking gloomily at Rice and Lupert, who were going deeper into Knockturn Alley.

Originally, he was going to swallow the bitter pill and admit that he was unlucky, but who would have thought that these two people actually dared to step into Knockturn Alley on their own initiative. In such a mixed area, it is normal for accidents to happen. McMillan would not miss this. A God-given opportunity.

He looked around and found a familiar figure in a dark corner. He quickly walked up to the man who was wrapped tightly in a robe, and threw a money bag filled with gold galleons in front of him.

"Twenty galleons, and there will be twenty galleons after this is done."

"it is good."

……

"Is this the store you recommended?" Les stopped in front of a store called Bojin Bock. Bojin Bock, like other shops in Knockturn Alley, had a dilapidated and gloomy appearance. Through the window, he could vaguely see many magic props that exuded an evil atmosphere: crazy rotating glass eyeballs, blood-stained playing cards, withered of manpower...

"Yes, if you want to sell black magic items, this is definitely the best choice. The owner of the Bojin Bock store has a vicious vision, but they also lower the price very hard."

"It's okay, I know it." Rice paid special attention to the prices of magic materials when he was in Diagon Alley. He had a basic idea of ​​the prices in today's magic world. It was still very difficult to trick him.

After entering the store, a hunched man appeared in front of the two people and said in a smooth accent: "Welcome to Bojinbok."

After taking a look at the two people's clothes and seeing clearly the shopping bags with the Extraordinary Clothing logo on their hands, the smile on his face became stronger.

"Bojinbok is a shop that specializes in providing secret valuation services for rare and ancient magical artifacts inherited from ancient wizarding families. Believe me, there is no one more professional than us in Knockturn Alley. Welcome, I can help What are you two doing?"

"I'm here to sell something, a few inconspicuous gadgets." Les took out three boxes and placed them on the counter.

"Oh?" Seeing that the two of them were here to sell things, Mr. Bojin's smile faded slightly and his expression became more serious.

If the two of them came to the store to buy something, Mr. Bojin would have the initiative, but if it was the other way around, the initiative would not be with him. He may have bought a precious collection at a low price through his own deception, or he may have made a mistake and accidentally received a fake.

Mr. Borgin became serious and put on a pair of pince-nez glasses, spread a piece of black velvet on the counter, and finally took out a pair of dragon leather gloves and put them on his hands.

He opened three boxes in turn.

The first box contained a bracelet strung with white beads, the second box contained a light yellow candle, and the third box contained a brown peach pit-sized seed.

There was a strange look in Mr. Borgin's eyes. He looked up at Les, hoping that he could introduce these three magic items.

Naturally, Les would not refuse. He picked up the bracelet in the first box and flicked the yellowed beads on it.

"The beads on this bracelet are taken from the skull of the goblin. Wearing them is very helpful in making magic props. Adding one in when making metal products can greatly improve the quality of forged weapons."

Bo Jin:? !

Rupert:! ! !