Study Days at Hogwarts

   No Dementors.

very good.

   After Albert stepped into Hogsmeade, he found that this former wizarding village has changed a lot.

  The original shops have turned into shops selling black magic items, and the streets are full of small stalls selling all kinds of strange items, and all kinds of cries are ringing in my ears.

   However, it didn't give him the feeling of shopping in Diagon Alley. Pedestrians on the street all have a gloomy aura of "I'm not a good person".

   Fortunately, there is never a lack of guys who hide their heads and show their tails here. Otherwise, even if Albert's dress is in harmony, he may be directly classified as not a dark wizard.

   After all, he doesn't come across as eerie.

   "How much is this?"

  Albert stopped at a stall selling rune snake eggs and looked at the real thing on it in surprise.

   Yes, the real thing.

   There are really rune snake eggs on the stall.

   Albert couldn't help but suspect that the black wizard in front of him was from Burkina Faso.

  The black street vendor looked up at Albert, but didn't speak, wondering if he couldn't understand English.

  Albert pointed to the rune snake egg, and said again in French, "I want this, how many Galleons."

  This time, the black man reacted and raised his hand to make a gesture towards Albert, which probably meant that it was not just for sale.

   Good guy!

   Is this an intended robbery?

   Can't see that you are not only black in skin, but also black in heart.

  Albert looked the black wizard's eyes up and down, and after staring at him uncomfortable, he said calmly, "I want this kind of one. If you are willing to sell, the price can be negotiated. If you don't want to, forget it."

  If the black man is willing to trade with him normally, that's fine. If he doesn't want to, he doesn't have the habit of being taken advantage of.

  After seeing the black man shaking his head, Albert was about to walk away.

  He could see from the eyes of the other party that the other party was here to hang fools.

Rune snake eggs are very rare. Few have actually seen them, let alone easily identified them. Moreover, there are black people from Burkina Faso, so the so-called rune snake eggs on the stall It is not surprising that the sky-high price is sold.

  Unfortunately, this guy in front of him is not a so-called black man from Burkina Faso at all, he is just a speculator who has used compound medicine.

   Naturally, people like Albert are not welcome.

   Otherwise, how can you cheat others Garen.

   Albert took a deep look at the stall owner selling rune snake eggs, and continued to wander the streets. He had a hunch that there would be unexpected gains today.

  The items sold on the stalls are basically rare contraband items. Not only can you see all kinds of black magic items everywhere, but you can also see the materials of many rare magical animals.

  Unfortunately, the only problem is that the prices are very high, so black that Albert suspects that these hawkers are really here to sell items?

   Even made Albert think of looting, as long as he got those precious materials, he wouldn't need to worry about those contraband raw materials in the next few years.

  However, this thought was suppressed by Albert as soon as it came to mind. Of course he would not do such a thing, but... Death Eaters may not be sure, maybe they originally planned to do that.

   No good, Yaxley wouldn't do it.

  Through the lively neighborhood, Albert stopped at the entrance of the noisy Pig's Head Bar. After he found Ludo Bagman playing cards with someone on the table on the right hand side of the counter, he walked over.

   "I heard that you have a batch of goblin silverware in your hand and are eager to get rid of it." Albert told the point of his visit straight to the point.

   "I do have some goblin silverware that I want to sell, are you interested?"

   Ludo Bagman looked up at the strange man in front of him. He didn't know him, but this kind of thing is not strange here.

   "I need to see the goods first." Albert said.

   "Oh, sure."

  Ludo Bagman looked a little nonchalant, "But you know goblin silver doesn't come cheap."

   "As long as something satisfies me, the price is not an issue?"

   These words attracted a lot of prying eyes.

   There is no one who does not like big dogs.

  If it was changed to another place, it is estimated that some unpleasant things have already happened.

   "It doesn't fit here, let's go upstairs to the empty room."

  Ludo Bagman dropped the cards in his hand and said in a low voice.

   After giving me the look of several of his accomplices, he got up and went to the counter, and asked the boss Aberforth to borrow the empty room upstairs for private transactions.

Stepping on the creaking stairs to the second floor, Ludo Bagman pushed open the first room on the left, invited Albert in with a smile, and said, "Wait a moment, I'll get the items." , it disappears.

   A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

  The next moment, the door was pushed open, and four wizards entered one after another, and used the Imperius Curse on the people in the room.

  Unfortunately, there is no one in the room.

   Is this black eating black?

  Ludo Bagman is so daring!

   Standing by the side, Albert calmly looked at the four astonished dark wizards, raised his wand and controlled them by name from behind.

   Another minute later, Ludo Bagman came in with the goblin silverware. He naturally wanted to trade with the other party, but at that price... He just turned his head and saw the stranger pointing at himself with a wand.

   And his four accomplices also pointed their wands at themselves.

Failed?

   Ludo Bagman had this ridiculous idea in his head, and before he reported his identity as a Death Eater to threaten the other party, he felt light and light.

   "It's really a good choice, but the price is too expensive."

   It would not be surprising even if a piece of goblin silverware sold for thousands of Galleons.

  Of course, even if only a few dozen Galleons are sold, it is normal.

   “…neither is what I want.”

   Albert looked at the silver plate, knife and fork in front of him, and fell into a brief silence.

   "I only offer this price." Albert drew towards Ludo Bagman, "If you agree, we can cooperate for a long time."

Ludo Bagman seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally nodded in agreement, paying a hundred dollars for what he received from the goblin, including a set of cutlery, an accurate silver goblet, a possibly enchanted silver mirror, and a fine silver glove. Gallon's price was sold to Albert.

   Next, Albert spent another five Galleons to buy a short sword used by fairies for self-defense from Bagman. According to his judgment, the entire short sword should be made of fairy iron.

After Ludo Bagman shared the wealth with four other accomplices in front of Albert, he took the Galleon he just got and went to the street outside to buy a bunch of them that he would need to rob the goblin later. However, he exchanged those materials with Albert for a batch of "props" that would come in handy.

  Both parties are happy with the deal.

  Before Ludo Bagman left, he patted his chest and promised that the next trade would give Albert what he needed.

  Looking at the backs of the five people leaving, Albert put away the pile of rare materials on the table one by one, then went downstairs, and left the Pig's Head Bar under the guidance of everyone.

   "A little expectation." Albert murmured.

  He found that he was more adaptable to this chaotic era than the Death Eaters.

"If I become the Dark Lord one day, there will be no such thing as Voldemort." Albert couldn't help but complained, and there was even a feeling in his heart that he could simply use the Imperius Curse to control the Death Eaters and put Voldemort to death. Becoming a thought of being alone and forgetting.

  A complete set of ideas gradually formed in Albert's mind.

   Of course he couldn't do it on his own, but...he has the Elder Wand, and such a ridiculous plan is really possible.

  Looking at the new task that appeared on the panel, Albert couldn't help complaining: "Is this the big boss behind the scenes?"

   Albert has no interest in being a behind-the-scenes boss or something.

   Need to calculate too much, too tired.

  I just thought about it just now, and Voldemort is not an idiot. Once a large number of core Death Eaters are controlled by the Imperius Curse, it is easy to see the flaws.

  Thinking about it carefully, the Imperius Curse is indeed quite terrifying, no wonder it is classified as the Unforgivable Curse.

  Albert suddenly looked forward to the Dark Wizard vs. Death Eater.

   Anyway, both sides are not good people, and they will die if they die.

  (end of this chapter)