The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 249 Procurement Ended
In the cold and dim shop, a middle-aged man and an elderly man stood on either side of the counter, all four eyes fixed on the item on the counter.

On the counter was a drum. It looked like an hourglass, made of two hemispheres fixed together at the top. The drumhead looked about the same size as a football, and was carved with delicate skull carnival patterns. Mr. Borgin picked up the drum and found it was cold to the touch, and there was a hint of death. The drumhead was made of a strange green leather, and the leather was treated with a hint of brown.

After looking at it over and over for a long time, Mr. Borgin stretched out his hand towards the drum. Seeing that Ryan had no intention of stopping him, he gently tapped it with his hand. As soon as his hand touched the drum, a skull made of black smoke immediately appeared on the drum, and at the same time, Mr. Borgin felt his brain suddenly go numb for a moment.

When he came back to his senses and looked at Ryan, who looked normal, he spoke in a more respectful tone: "This should be a skull drum made of a giant's skull, which can directly attack a person's soul. But why is the skin on it green?"

"This is my special method." Ryan replied coldly; "Now give me a price."

The reason why he didn't show this thing in front of the Weasley twins before was because it was indeed a bit weird. In order to maintain his sunny boy image, Ryan naturally couldn't show this thing.

As we all know, in the Fallout World there is a special product called mutant bandits, they destroy fields, plunder, kill and destroy everything they see. Although they are intelligent creatures, in the minds of all the people in the Federation they are beasts. So after the establishment of the Federation, its armed forces began to comprehensively clear out the cannibalistic mutant bandits on this land.

During this time, Ryan went to the radiation world to practice alchemy, and also took time to participate in several assaults and clearing operations. With the help of a lot of magic, the federal armed forces wiped out the mutant gangs entrenched in various sturdy buildings without any injuries, which might have required a lot of casualties to do.

After killing these mutants, Ryan combined life magic and alchemy to extract the souls of the 100 most powerful mutant bandits, and selected the skulls of the two most vicious ones to make this skull drum to seal these souls in. To be honest, this life alchemy method is really cost-effective. If it weren't for a series of moral and ethical issues and the fact that simple attributes are too easy to be targeted, Ryan would have the urge to make all magic props in this way.

Although Ryan gave up the plan to make a life alchemy product set, he would not waste the resources at hand. In addition to making this skull drum to exchange for money, Ryan also used the blood of these mutant robbers to repeatedly concentrate and make a dark green gem full of vitality, which he planned to use for making magic props in the future.

After repeated probing, Mr. Borgin mistakenly thought that Ryan was a powerful dark wizard who specialized in necromancy from southern Europe or South America, and that he might need to stay away from people for some reason. So he held up two fingers and said, "200 Galleons."

Ryan was amused by Borgin's shamelessness. He was indeed a profiteer who could cheat Slytherin's locket out of 10 Galleons. So he just took the cloth and wrapped the skull drum and pretended to leave.

"Sir, can we negotiate the price? Please don't be so excited." Ryan had just walked two steps away when he heard Mr. Borkin's shouting from behind.

"Why should we talk? Although I seldom go out, I always know the prices of magic items. This thing is considered a relatively powerful weapon of war, not to mention that the raw materials come from giants. Just think about the number of giants that exist and you will know how precious this thing is. If you want to sell it, it will cost at least 1700 to 1800 Galleons. If someone bids, it might be able to sell for more than 2000 Galleons. I just came to you because I was in a hurry to buy some things but didn't have enough money, and you actually wanted to buy it for 200 Galleons!" Ryan said, pretending to be angry.

"Your thing doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, and Britain has been relatively peaceful these years. So it's really hard to sell your thing—" Seeing Ryan turn back, Bogin quickly listed the flaws of this thing and tried to persuade Ryan. Unfortunately, Ryan was now playing the role of a powerful and irritable brother, so he slapped the counter and said:

"You can't tell friend from foe because you're not strong enough. I didn't see any problem with it. As for the peace here, shouldn't weapons be updated all the time? I don't have time to haggle with you over and over, so I'll just give a flat price. How about 1300 Galleons?" Ryan said bluntly. To be honest, he was not as strong as Mr. Borgin, but Mr. Borgin misjudged his strength because he was immune to all the alchemical products he made.

"1300 Galleons really can't make any money." Borgin cried miserably, but seeing Ryan's impatient look, he quickly added: "How about 1000 Galleons to make it an even number?" "Okay, but you need to add some materials as a starter." Ryan pretended to think for a moment and then relaxed, then pointed to the bottles and jars behind Borgin and said: "Give me a pound of mummy powder, and then give me two ounces of vampire blood."

"This thing costs more than 30 Galleons in total—" Borgin complained habitually, but when he saw Ryan's expression, he immediately changed his mind: "Of course I am willing to pay this much to make a new friend."

Soon the payment and goods were settled. Ryan stuffed the things and money into the space bag, tightened his robe and walked out of the store.

As soon as Ryan left the shop, Borgin put away his business face: "Goodbye, you country bumpkin who got lost in the woods. You dare to threaten me in England." Mr. Borgin muttered angrily, pulling the copper chain beside the counter. Then he went into the back room.

As soon as Ryan walked out of the store, he felt unfriendly eyes staring at him. After walking about twenty meters, he could clearly feel that two people were following him.

"Are you trying to rob my fellow thieves?" Ryan thought as he quickly took a few steps forward and then turned abruptly into a smaller alley nearby.

When the two people who were following them saw that they were about to lose the target, they quickly ran into the alley. But when they turned the corner, they found that the target was wearing a windbreaker and seemed to be squatting by the side of the road, motionless.

"Hey, why don't you run away?" The younger of the two wizards walked up and grabbed the target, but as soon as his fingers touched the windbreaker, he felt something wrong: his fingers were touching a cold and hard object instead of the flesh as he had imagined.

"Little..." He just turned around to try to warn his companion, and saw that his companion had fallen to the ground twitching all over. At the same time, a blue-purple electric current directly hit his face.

"Call it a day." Ryan looked around and saw that there was no one else around, so he started to move forward to get the spoils. When he entered the alley, he made a pile of dirt on the ground, and put on his windbreaker to disguise himself as a person. He used the grappling hook on his hand to climb to the second floor to prepare for an ambush.

The two wizards didn't pay attention to the top of their heads when they came in, so when one wizard came forward to check, Ryan jumped down from above and easily knocked down the wizard behind him with a palm thunder. Then when the wizard in front found something wrong, he directly used an electric shock.

"To be honest, there aren't many people who would take the initiative to use electric shock on their faces." Ryan turned over the young wizard whose face was burnt black and complained. In fact, Ryan controlled his strength and only made them unconscious for an hour or two at most. These skin injuries that looked miserable could be cured with a bottle of magic potion.

"You're so poor, yet you dare to come out and rob." Ryan shook his head, cut a piece of cloth from a man's clothes, packed the loot into a small bag, and then walked out of the alley. Behind him, two naked robbers were tied together with ropes and thrown there facing each other.

After finding a corner to wait for the effect of the Polyjuice Potion to wear off, Ryan left the Leaky Cauldron and took a bus home. He felt that this purchase was a great success, and at least he didn't need to buy raw materials again during the holidays.

(End of this chapter)