Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 162: 161: Back to Diagon Alley, Overturned Shock

In the old room.

An old-fashioned ceiling fan creaked and turned.

The blades of the fan are covered with years of dust. Every time it turns, it raises wisps of fine dust, which slowly drift down in the dim light, casting a hazy and nostalgic filter over the entire room.

“I remember being here.”

Ian's figure was busy shuttling between every corner of the room. He was rummaging through the sundries on the table, sometimes bending down to look under the table, and sometimes standing on tiptoe to reach the old box on the high place.

Seeing the little wizard running around the room, busy with something, Lupin gradually came to his senses of disbelief. He asked Ian in confusion.

"What are you looking for?" Lupin was no longer able to fully recover from the unreality of what Ian had done to obtain so many shop deeds.

That was a letter from the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans. Although he didn't know which family the letter came from, he still couldn't imagine how Ian obtained such astonishing wealth from the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans.

Lupin thought he had done a very detailed background check on Ian. He was just an orphan from the Prince family who ended up in an orphanage after his family fell into poverty!

For the Sacred Twenty-Eight Clans, at most they were only worth winning over. Even though the pure-blood families had a rich foundation, it was still too absurd to use a "money printing machine" like the shops in Diagon Alley to buy people's hearts - and there were more than one or two shops being given away. Lupin felt his vision blurred when looking at the thick stack of deeds.

I almost cried.

A poor fellow like him probably couldn't even afford to rent a toilet in Diagon Alley. The only reasonable explanation Lupin could think of was that the Prince family had once established a contract with some of the Sacred Twenty-Eight families.

It still has magical power, and the contract that the Holy Twenty-Eight Clans have to fulfill is a must. Otherwise, with the nature of the Holy Twenty-Eight Clans, even if they owe someone something, they will find a way to default on it.

"Of course I'm looking for the symbol of my identity." Ian's answer made Lupin slightly stunned. He pondered for a long time before looking at the conspicuous wand on Ian's waist.

"Isn't the symbol of your identity around your waist?" He felt that Ian might be in a dilemma, but his words did not stop Ian from searching.

"I didn't mean the wand."

Ian dumped all of his childhood toys on the ground, including a broken excavator and little soldiers without arms and legs. Most of these things were broken by his younger brothers and sisters.

"In fact, I think you shouldn't put your wand in such a conspicuous place." Lupin reminded Ian. He knew how many thieves there were in London.

Even though the thieves might not know what it was, they would not hesitate to do something that was easy for them. He had seen poor wizards whose wands were stolen by Muggle thieves.

"I cast a Confusion Charm on it. The Muggles won't know there's anything there." As an orphan from a lower-class family, Ian certainly knew the security situation in London better than Lupin.

"You performed magic outside of school?"

Lupin raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“I practice every day.”

The young wizard spoke of his hard work and self-discipline.

"You weren't caught by the Ministry of Magic! They didn't even send you a warning letter?" Lupin couldn't believe it. He knew too well the measures taken by the Ministry of Magic to restrict young wizards.

The Ministry of Magic uses trace threads to monitor the behavior of young wizards.

Tracking Thread is a more advanced tracking spell than the Tracking Spell. It is mainly used to locate the position of underage wizards and detect magical activities within a certain range around them.

Some people say that the wand was tampered with, others say that the Trace is a magical contract hidden in the acceptance letter, and once accepted by Hogwarts, the student will automatically be monitored by the Ministry of Magic.

These are the guesses of most students who have violated the rules and made mistakes. No one knows the truth. Even now, many adult wizards still don’t know how the “Thread” works.

"I think they're busy dealing with other things. Didn't you hear about the Minister of Magic going to Hogwarts and then developing a Dumbledore phobia?"

"My roommate told me that the Minister of Magic is now worried that Dumbledore might have poisoned the water he drinks, and he has people he trust check every corner of the Ministry of Magic repeatedly every day."

"They don't have enough time to deal with their own suspicious minister, how can they supervise little wizards?" This is Ian's opinion. He actually wondered why he was not visited by the Ministry of Magic. To be honest, Ian was not able to figure out the working principle of the Trace.

"Oh, a power-obsessed man, blinded by power. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Dumbledore would not need to resort to poisoning to bring down a minister."

Lupin spoke with a tone of disdain. If Ian remembered correctly, Lupin was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix and was absolutely loyal to Albus Dumbledore.

"Who says it isn't?"

Ian also agreed with Lupin's opinion on this matter.

"If you ask me, it's just that Fudge's understanding of himself is really ..."

As he spoke, he bent down and crawled under his bed. However, when his body was halfway in, his voice stopped abruptly and his entire body stopped moving.

The red soul fire illuminated Ian's face.

He and the black-robed skeleton hiding under the bed stared at each other in the dark under the bed.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

After more than ten seconds of silence.

"Wow~"

The black-robed skeleton didn't know if it was worried about someone outside, but it belatedly raised its two skeleton "claws" and tried to intimidate Ian with a very weak voice.

"..."

The little wizard felt that this ghost thing must be mentally ill.

He looked at the empty head of the black-robed skeleton.

Oh.

No brains.

That's fine.

"What happened to you? Stuck under the bed?"

Lupin, who was standing in the room, saw the little wizard's lower body exposed, lying stiffly under the bed without moving for a long time. He was also quite enthusiastic to come forward and offer help to Ian.

"No! I'm fine! Don't touch me!" Ian immediately crawled backwards like a snake and hurriedly stood up to stop Lupin from squatting down and talking to him.

He was already deeply misunderstood by Lupin. If Lupin saw him still lying in bed in his room, God knows what kind of report Lupin would make to Albus Dumbledore.

Although Ian didn't think Albus Dumbledore would cause trouble for him, he still thought it would be better not to disturb Albus Dumbledore and Grindelwald's holiday time.

"Why do you look a little nervous?"

Lupin's expression didn't show much doubt, because he had his own judgment and imagination, "I think a kid your age must be hiding some 18+ magazines under the bed."

This may be Lupin's view and opinion as a person who has experienced it. He looked like he had understood why Ian was panicking. It can only be said that this is probably the standard way of thinking of Gryffindor boys.

"Um, yes, that's right, I also have my own privacy..." As a healthy and well-behaved young man, Ian actually didn't want to admit such slander.

However, in order not to expose the black-robed skeleton's situation, he had to grit his teeth and swallow his anger, admitting that he was a little pervert [a fact that was not entirely accurate].

Ok.

Just like the nouns "waiting for employment", "preparing for employment" and "stage-by-stage employment", the little wizard invented a new conceptual term to describe his own physical condition.

"It's still a little too early for you to get exposed to those things at your age, but it's not surprising. People who mature early become independent early." Lupin patted Ian's shoulder with a very understanding attitude.

The young wizard forced an awkward but polite smile.

"What are you looking for?"

Lupin finally returned to normal conversation, which made Ian secretly relieved. When he left the bed, he pulled down some of his sheets to cover the space under the bed.

Lupin saw this scene, but he didn't feel curious. After all, he had collected a lot of unhealthy magazines in his suitcase when he was wandering.

They are all animated magazines in the wizarding world.

He doesn't even look at Muggle magazines like Daily Girl.

"I've already said it...it's a symbol of status."

Ian started searching again, and he finally found what he had been longing for in his shoe box - a keychain emitting glittering golden light. Although the golden surface was a little peeling, it did not prevent the modern industrial Hextech coating from making it shine brighter than gold.

“That’s just right!”

Under Lupin's somewhat confused gaze, Ian hung all the keys on his key chain and then hung it in the most conspicuous place around his waist.

"Ding ding bang ~"

Ian was still running around the room. The sound coming from his waist was extremely clear and eye-catching. The satisfied expression on his face made Lupin want to hit him.

"You look like a nouveau riche."

Lupin made some complaints in a somewhat speechless tone.

"I'm just a nouveau riche." Ian's honesty left Lupin speechless. Sincerity is really a killer move. Lupin wanted to complain a few more times but didn't know what to complain about.

"You are quite honest..."

He could only give a somewhat dry comment.

"You are the first person who can see my inner qualities. You have good vision. I'll take care of the wolfsbane potion you'll use tonight." Ian's main purpose was to prevent Lupin from suddenly hurting the people in the orphanage. Although he also saw the special iron cage in Lupin's room, he still couldn't let Lupin take the risk of drinking wolfsbane flavored "soda".

The word "taste" should be emphasized.

"It's too late for you to wait now, isn't it?" Although Lupin said this, it can be seen that he is still quite moved, but the expression on his face shows that he is very conflicted.

Not only did he feel that it was too late to make the medicine now, but he was also worried that Ian might have secretly added something "experimental" into the potion.

It's not that Lupin is timid.

He was from Gryffindor after all.

Mainly because he was shocked by the diary about the werewolf transformation plan.

"Of course I have the medicine ready, otherwise I wouldn't tolerate you staying in my house." Ian said as he took out a bottle of effective wolfsbane potion from his purse.

This potion came from the fifth time loop. After he noticed that the medicinal materials had lost a lot of their effects, he prepared a lot of potions to sell in Knockturn Alley.

of course.

Although the efficacy of the medicine was greatly reduced, it was still a real potion after all. The group of unscrupulous merchants in Diagon Alley really broadened Ian's horizons and gave him a new understanding of unscrupulous merchants.

"Although the effect is not as good as my uncle's potion, it is definitely similar to the potion in the regular pharmacy in Diagon Alley. They also mix some soothing agents into the potion and sell it."

Ian is well aware that all businessmen are dishonest, so he is also aware that regular stores may also adulterate products, but the amount of adulteration is not much, or they may use raw materials that are about to expire.

In fact, compared with the medicine he made using herbs that have lost their efficacy, it weighs about eight kilograms.

"I'll find a way to get some money for you." Lupin's expression was conflicted for a moment, but the inner twist and struggle ultimately failed to suppress his need for the wolfsbane potion.

no way.

Even if he found a deserted place to transform, there was a high possibility that innocent people would be harmed, not to mention that there were not many deserted places around London where he could transform.

Many werewolves have psychological problems, and most of them are caused by this. They feel ashamed, guilty and painful for accidentally hurting passers-by, and eventually they gradually become psychologically distorted and perverted.

This is one of the reasons why many wizards think werewolves are crazy.

"Do you think I'm someone who's short of money?" Facing Lupin's twisted and shabby face, Ian directly showed the dragon king's crooked mouth, and used his little hand to shake the big bunch of keys on his waist, making them jingle.

"..."

Lupin was the typical person who would not hold back when someone helped him. His eyes twitched but he resisted the urge to complain - he felt more and more that Snape's nephew was not like a Ravenclaw at all.

True.

There are also people in Ravenclaw who like to show off, but their style of showing off is obviously different from Ian's. Ian's style of showing off reminds him of the Slytherin he hates the most.

Thinking like this.

See the wolfsbane potion in your hand.

"But then again, Slytherins rarely have such a helpful character." Lupin subconsciously defended Ian in his heart, which might not be so necessary.

This is Gryffindor.

They may hate a certain group or dislike a certain type of people, but they will never deny the help given to them by others, so Lupin felt that Ian's character was not that annoying.

It's just a little difficult to adapt to for a while.

"Okay, you've taken my things again, you have to send me to Diagon Alley." Ian immediately showed his true colors after seeing Lupin put away the wolfsbane potion.

His words startled Lupin slightly.

"Are you going to inspect your shop?"

He seemed to have already seen Ian showing off on the street.

"Otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight. You don't understand how it feels if you've never made such a fortune." Ian's extremely sincere response made Lupin want to take back his previous opinion.

Sometimes this little wizard seems quite speechless... Even though what he says is true, it is precisely because it is the truth that Lupin feels extremely bitter inside.

"Don't you have a phoenix?" Lupin wasn't actually unwilling to take Ian with him, he was just curious why Ian didn't use a more convenient way of moving.

"My phoenix can only take me to places it has been to, and it's only a few months old. Obviously it has never been to Diagon Alley with me." Ian shrugged helplessly.

"No wonder its cry is so strange." Lupin had never seen a real juvenile phoenix, so he made up the reason for the black phoenix's creepy cry in his mind.

"I have a fireplace in my room."

After looking at Ian's waist again, he immediately responded in agreement, but this response made the little wizard feel quite confused.

"Can our orphanage also use the Floo Network?" His tone was a little surprised. You know, the Floo Network not only requires an application, but also requires strict review and approval.

Its existence also requires the regular payment of certain fees on time - Ian doesn't believe that someone who can't even afford to buy clothes would have that much extra money to maintain the services of the Floo Network.

"Of course it works."

While answering Ian's questions, Lupin took Ian out of the room that held an unknown secret but he didn't know about it, and walked towards the room that he had specially selected and cleaned for several days.

"In fact, you are not the first student from your orphanage to go to Hogwarts. The last student who walked out of here was extremely talented."

"He modified the room he was staying in and somehow illegally connected to the Floo Network, allowing us to go to a specific shop in Knockturn Alley."

Lupin explained the reason, but did not point out Voldemort's identity, perhaps because he was afraid that such a thing would add some unnecessary psychological pressure to the young wizard.

He also has a delicate side in some aspects.

However... the little wizard actually knew what was going on.

"Oh! You are worthy of being my senior!"

He expressed his sincere admiration for Voldemort. As expected, when it comes to the bad guy, it has to be Senior Tom. At most, he violated the school rules, while Senior Tom can only be said to be the synonym of lawlessness.

Secretly access the Floo Network.

This is probably as bad as stealing electricity in the Muggle world.

"That senior of yours is not a good person."

Lupin gave an ambiguous reminder in a heavy voice. Whenever he thought of the man who had walked out of here, he would feel uncontrollable sadness for the death of his companions.

"What a coincidence."

Ian's answer was somewhat concise.

Lupin couldn't help but look at him several times. He took Ian back to his dark room and walked towards the wall that he had blocked with miscellaneous items.

I saw.

Lupin used his wand to move the clutter in the room, then tapped the wall gently with his wand, and the seemingly flat wall began to rotate like the wall of the Leaky Cauldron. The wall was deforming.

It doesn't simply slide or push open.

Instead, it fades away in a way that is both graceful and magical, as if space itself were reweaving itself to reveal the secret hiding place behind it.

It was a somewhat shabby-looking fireplace, and there was still some residual heat on it. Ian thought it was probably because Lupin had used this Floo network channel to buy wolfsbane potion in Knockturn Alley before.

"How did you find this place?" Ian looked at the wall where the fireplace was hidden with some curiosity. The traces of magic on it were quite profound and difficult to detect.

He was not underestimating Lupin's strength, but this was obviously something post-produced by Senior Tom, and it would definitely not be discovered by a decadent werewolf.

"That's what Dumbledore told me."

Lupin's answer also verified Ian's guess that ordinary wizards could not discover what Tom was hiding, but it would be different if it was the old headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

"You've never used the Floo Network, right?" Lupin saw the little wizard eager to try and analyzed Ian's situation. He smiled and took out a small cloth bag.

“There are many firsts in life.”

He said a lot of truth, then pointed his wand at the fireplace. Without him chanting any spell, a small, growing flame started burning in the stove the next moment.

Between the flames.

The flames quickly took over the entire interior of the fireplace.

"This is an arson spell. I used the technique of silent casting. Perhaps you will learn this technique in your senior years." Lupin said to the young wizard with some pride.

He might have become a teacher in the original timeline because he has some characteristics that make him a good teacher.

"awesome."

Ian the drummer gave the other person emotional value.

Lupin's mood was visibly better.

"Study hard, little guy." Lupin said with a smile, grabbed a small amount of powder from the small cloth bag, and threw the sparkling powder directly into the burning fireplace.

"Whoo~"

For an instant.

In the midst of rising flames.

As if it was painted with an unusual color, the flames in the fireplace turned emerald green in an instant, and the flames even reached a height of more than one person.

"The key to using the Floo Network is to speak clearly, be careful not to choke on the dust, and don't move around while using it."

"If you feel dizzy during the process, don't panic. That's normal. Some people just have that..." Lupin continued to teach the little wizard how to use it.

This wave of being a teacher was quite useful. Ian concentrated and carefully memorized every detail. However, just when Ian was about to repeat the seven or eight rules of use.

"Of course, this fireplace is special. It can only teleport to a specific location, so it's meaningless what we shout." Lupin's final summary almost broke Ian's defense.

He almost took out his little notebook and wrote down Lupin's name.

"I'll demonstrate it to you first, and then I'll pick you up over there." Lupin probably noticed the little wizard's unfriendly look, and immediately rushed into the fireplace with a dry laugh.

"Hogwarts!"

He called out the name of the school that held the happiest memories of his life.

next moment.

With a clear whoosh sound and the flickering flames, Lupin disappeared in the room as Ian watched. Only he and the flickering flames were left in the dim room.

Because Lupin had been teleported away, the flame returned to its normal color, and the flame immediately became much smaller, becoming an ordinary fireplace fire again.

"interesting."

Ian was analyzing the operating principles of the Floo Network. Of course, to understand more about the composition of the Floo Network, he naturally needed to personally experience it.

"Blurred illusion!"

Ian grabbed the small cloth bag left by Lupin and threw some shiny powder into it. After seeing the flame change color, he carefully put away the remaining Floo powder before stepping in.

This was definitely an experience Ian had never had before, and it was completely different from the feeling of Apparition. He could see the flames surging around him, but instead of burning pain, it was very warm.

The hot wind even blew up Ian's robe. The comfortable feeling was like entering a scenic spot with a pleasant climate, but everything around him looked chaotic through the firelight.

The scenery is spinning.

But it's not intense.

The whistling sound in his ears was a bit harsh, and his ears felt a bit swollen, which reminded Ian of the experience of when a plane is just starting to take off.

Ian tried his best to look outside.

A series of fireplaces and rooms flashed in the distorted chaos. They were private family environments connected to the Floo Network, and Ian's behavior at this time was equivalent to illegal smuggling with the help of the Floo Network.

"Having no nose is also a versatile thing."

Ian expressed his sincere appreciation for the legacy left by Tom.

When the scene outside gradually calmed down, he found himself in an extremely dim shop. To be more precise, he found himself in front of a stone fireplace in a spacious and dim wizard shop.

"Does it feel good?"

Lupin had been waiting for him here for a long time. Perhaps because he found that the young wizard was not as embarrassed as he had imagined, there was a hint of disappointment in his tone when he asked.

"good."

Ian looked around and found that just as he thought, the fireplace in senior Tom's room was connected to Borgin and Burke's magic shop in Knockturn Alley.

The items on display in the surrounding display cases were all contraband. On a mat in a glass case, there was a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained cards, and a glass eyeball that was motionless. Ferocious masks stared down at the courtyard from the wall, and various human bones were placed on the counter.

Those suggestive, rusty, blood-stained, sharp-toothed instruments hung from the ceiling. They were obviously some kind of extremely creepy punishment instruments.

"Scary, isn't it?"

Lupin also noticed the little wizard's gaze.

"Ah."

Ian nodded and looked behind the counter in front of him, where an old man sat who didn't even raise his head to look at them, as if he was accustomed to seeing people coming out of his fireplace.

"Can I buy some?"

Ian's interest was somewhat unexpected to Lupin.

In Lupin's opinion.

Most little wizards would either burst into tears or turn pale when seeing the merchandise in this store, but why did the little wizard in front of him have such a rosy complexion! ?
Still feeling a little excited?

"These things are not for sale to children. If you are not careful, you will be cursed by them." Lupin pulled Ian and wanted to leave.

But Ian reluctantly broke free from Lupin's hand.

"I am an alchemist recognized by Professor Nick! Of course I will not be affected or infected by the magic above, and I will look at these black magic items with a critical eye!"

Ian spoke righteously. He picked up a broken arm that was still moving and thought of the black-robed skeleton under his bed. He wondered if this broken arm made of black magic could be put on the black-robed skeleton.

"Maybe it's enough."

Ian thought of the "magic immunity" feature of the black robe skeleton, put down the movable broken arm in his hand, and picked up an eyeball that might be able to be stuffed under the Dementor's eyelid.

Lupin looked at Ian's behavior in silence, and for a moment he didn't dare to leave the store on his own. He also knew that Ian had been tinkering with and studying alchemy in the room recently.

"These are contraband items banned by the Ministry of Magic."

Lupin sighed and tried to scare Ian with the law.

"I don't need it."

Ian blinked.

He held up the only eyeball on the display case and looked at the cashier counter. The eyeball moved on its own when he held it up, staring at Ian with bloodshot pupils.

"Boss, do you have a second one of this thing?" There was indeed some curse on the eyeball, but it had been temporarily isolated by Ian's magic.

Perhaps this move also surprised the store owner.

"Little boy, a poor guy like you and your poor parents can't afford the price to buy it." The hunchbacked old man used his hands to adjust his big back hair.

He expressed his inner thoughts without any reservation.

Merchants all know how to serve different people differently. Seeing the poor werewolf standing next to Ian, Borgin and Burke could probably tell that the young wizard probably didn't have much purchasing power.

of course.

This time he was indeed wrong.

"Ok?"

Ian looked down at his waist and found that his coat was blocking the symbol of his identity. He quickly opened his coat to reveal a long bunch of keys.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding~!"

The crisp sound is quite pleasant to the ear.

"Open your dog eyes and look again." Ian's words were also very harsh. If someone respected him a lot, he would respect them half a lot, and if someone provoked him a little, he was used to returning the favor a thousand times.

"Don't cause any trouble!"

Seeing that Ian dared to confront the dark wizard in Diagon Alley, Lupin immediately became nervous. He subconsciously grabbed his wand for fear that the angry Borgin and Burke would attack him.

"He's just a kid. Sorry, don't take it personally." Lupin's tone was timid. There was no other way he could be timid. Not all Gryffindor graduates could be so reckless all the time.

Knockturn Alley!
This is someone else's territory, and they have so many dark magic props. Even if a group of Aurors came, they would probably be defeated. Lupin, with a nervous look on his face, felt that he would soon die together with the little wizard.

"what?"

however.

The imagined attack did not happen. Borgin and Burke, who was scolded, frowned slightly at first, but after seeing the key on Ian's waist, his eyes narrowed slightly.

As a black market businessman who had been entrenched in Knockturn Alley for many years, Borgin and Burke were well-informed about everything that happened in the wizarding world, which was why he was always able to avoid inspection by the Ministry of Magic.

Therefore.

When Borgin and Burke saw the shop keys on Ian's waist, which should have belonged to more than a dozen pure-blood families, he immediately connected them with the recent major events.

"I'm sorry, I really looked down on you. I should be the one to apologize to you." He put on his pince-nez and spoke in a very sincere tone.

"what?"

Lupin's brain froze a little.

The Borgin and Burke he knew was definitely not so easy to talk to.

For dark wizards, Borgin and Burke are always feared. This shows what kind of ruthless character he is. The person who has been able to open a shop in Knockturn Alley for so many years does not rely on word of mouth.

"Your attitude is really confusing me..." Ian felt Lupin's surprised and doubtful eyes, and looked at Borgin and Burke with a strange expression. He really didn't expect Borgin and Burke to have such a reversal of attitude, and the plot of the crooked-mouthed dragon king that he had prepared couldn't be performed.

"I think any intelligent person will be humble enough in front of you after understanding what you have done..." Borgin and Burke even bowed slightly.

"what have you done?"

Lupin couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"I also want to know what I did to make him still have a little fear of me in his heart." Ian's eyes twitched. He had already noticed Borgin and Burke's obvious emotions.

"I know how to stand in line. Therefore, you don't need to disguise yourself in front of me. Anyone with a discerning eye knows what you are going to do... Perhaps you don't trust this... werewolf bodyguard beside you?" Borgin and Burke spoke slowly and his eyes were vicious. He could tell Lupin's identity at a glance.

of course.

It is also possible that the wolfsbane potion that Lupin bought before was distributed by him.

"I'm not a bodyguard! How can you see me as a bodyguard?" Lupin was a little flustered when his identity was revealed, but he still subconsciously refuted.

"That's right, Mr. Lupin is not a bodyguard, he is my nanny." Ian also said something fair for Lupin, but in Lupin's opinion, it would be better if he didn't say it.

"..."

The poor werewolf wanted to refute.

but.

Thinking of Dumbledore's detailed instructions.

He was also somewhat surprised.

I seem to... really like a nanny who was assigned to monitor the little wizard.

"Oh, even with such a gang, you still didn't believe him and didn't reveal your plan to him?" Borgin and Burke asked with a hint of surprise.

He also didn't know what kind of misunderstanding was going on.

"I think your choice of words and way of thinking...are they a little strange? Perhaps you know something about me that I don't know?"

Ian put down the eyeball.

He absolutely did not believe that his plan to secretly manufacture a money printing machine had been discovered by others.

"If you don't want to be exposed, I won't say much... If you like that eyeball, I do have another one here. I'll give you both."

talking.

Borgin and Burke took out a box and handed it to Ian in a very humbly manner. Even though he was still confused, there was no reason for Ian to miss out on something that could be obtained for free.

"Thank you."

He also showed his courtesy.

Just when Ian got the eyeball and Lupin was still confused, he dragged the poor werewolf outside, fearing that Borgin and Burke would change his mind the next moment.

"I hope that next time we meet, you will choose to accept a fence-sitter like me... Mr. Ian Grindelwald Dumbledore Ambrose Prince, who is destined to be great."

The hoarse voice of Borgin and Burke behind him was very gentle.

But the sound is pleasant to the ear.

"I knew that those guys were still spreading rumors after returning home!" Ian was so angry that his hair almost stood up, and the magic wand that sensed his emotions even began to glow faintly.

"What did he call you!?"

Lupin also stopped at the door.

He was stiff.

The mechanized man turned his neck and looked at the young wizard.

A huge wave surged in my heart.

[ps: Last night, I worked all night, failed, and overslept. You guys will count the amount. The remaining amount I owe will be doubled starting the day after tomorrow]

　Thanks to [Hua Suxui] for the reward
　　
　
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