My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

"Are you satisfied, madam?" Frick rubbed his hands together and moved closer to Mrs. Caroline. "If you're not satisfied, I can return or exchange it for you free of charge until you find the one you like best."

"Really?" Mrs. Caroline asked doubtfully. "These skeleton dogs...aren't they this young gentleman's?"

She looked at Maurice as she spoke.

"Ah, not anymore," Frick patted his chest, then added, "Madam, I went to great lengths to persuade this young man to sell his skeleton dog in my shop. All of this is for you, and I can certainly give you a free skeleton dog as a gift!"

"Really?" Mrs. Caroline exclaimed, covering her empty mouth. "I'm so touched, Mr. Frick."

"But I'm sorry, I can't accept your gift."

Frick was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this, but quickly put on an even warmer smile. "Madam, you're too kind!"

He bowed slightly and said earnestly, "I completely understand how you feel. Please don't take this as a burden; it's just a personal gesture. What's wrong with friends exchanging gifts?"

Mrs. Caroline replied briefly, "Thank you, but really, it's not necessary."

Morris watched this scene from the side, turned his face away, and silently said to himself:

"six!"

Is this what a simp is?

This was the first time he had ever seen such a creature in real life.

Even more outrageous, the object being licked was actually a skeleton.

This world is so magical.

Mrs. Caroline left immediately after buying the pet she wanted.

Morris turned to Frick, who looked dejected, and asked, "Mr. Frick, are you pursuing Mrs. Caroline?"

"Yes," Frick sighed softly, "What a noble lady... even her refusal was so graceful, unwilling to accept a gift that might bring controversy. I still remember the first time we met..."

Morris's lips twitched. "No need to say anything more, Frick. I'm not interested in your story."

However, Flick had already started talking to himself:

"It was a sunless night, with wind and rain, thunder and lightning..."

Seeing this, Morris quickly swept the Galleons on the counter into his backpack and turned to leave.

Let whoever wants to hear this story listen.

Regarding this money, Flick did not ask for a share, only charging thirty Galleons for the cost of the skeleton—after all, the skeleton dog was sold by Morris alone.

Afterwards, Morris, carrying a backpack bulging with Galleons, made a trip to Diagon Alley and visited several potion supply stores.

When he returned to the Leaky Cauldron, it was already dark, and most of the Galleons in his bag had turned into potion ingredients such as Narcissus Root, Valerian Root, and Sleepy Bean.

These alone cost him nearly two hundred Galleons.

It has to be said, potions are incredibly expensive.

Selling a skeleton dog is simply not enough to sustain the business for long.

Besides the necessary potion of life and death, he was also interested in many other potion recipes.

Coincidentally, he was interested in the more advanced potions.

The ingredients for basic potions aren't necessarily cheap, but the ingredients for advanced potions are always expensive.

Thinking about this gave Morris a headache.

In the end, he still needs money.

......

The next day, Maurice visited Frick's shop and received some good news.

One of Flick's regular customers had reserved a skeleton dog.

This was undoubtedly a good omen, and it lifted Maurice's spirits.

"That customer had a unique taste," Frick said, wiping a skull. "He said he wanted to make soup with a skull dog."

Morris was taken aback. "Is this guy out of his mind?"

Frick shrugged. "I think so too... Oh, and please don't say that in front of the guests."

Morris did not speak.

Well, in his eyes, Flick himself also falls into the category of "having something wrong with his head".

However, it doesn't matter if you use skeletal dog bones to make soup.

He had already tried it; boiling water did not harm the skeleton dog at all.

For the rest of the time, Morris and Flick chatted.

It mainly concerns topics related to Flip-Over Alley.

Frick's description of Knockturn Alley was similar to what Morris had imagined.

First of all, Turndown Lane is a chaotic place, with both honest businessmen like Flick and those who make a living by cheating and swindling.

According to Frick, only half of the shops here are reliable.

As for the rest... at least the locals wouldn't easily set foot there.

In addition, Flip-Flop Alley has a "manager".

It was a small group, mainly composed of dark wizards, that barely maintained order here.

They set some simple rules, but rules are rigid while people are flexible. As long as you have a good enough relationship with the "managers," you can do whatever you want in Flip-Flop Alley.

"Doesn't the Ministry of Magic care?" Maurice asked curiously.

Frick chuckled. "Of course they care, but they can't manage it all. The 'administrators' of Knockturn Alley have a delicate relationship with the officials of the Ministry of Magic. You know, some deals aren't easy to do in the open, but there are always people who need them."

Morris nodded.

As expected.

The magical world definitely needs such a place.

He then asked, "Who exactly are those 'managers'?"

Frick placed the polished skull on the shelf, his tone laced with disdain. "A bunch of scum. Black wizards, ex-convicts, some even hardened criminals on the run. They rely on their ruthlessness, or some dubious support behind the scenes, to form gangs, seize this territory, collect protection money, and mediate disputes—of course, it's all about money and connections."

"You sound like you hate them," Morris said.

"Yes." Frick nodded matter-of-factly. "They've taken plenty of Galleons from me."

Suddenly, his expression turned serious, and he said, "Blake, I advise you not to get involved in this mess. It's a high-risk job, and every now and then, the 'managers' are replaced."

Morris chuckled. "What do you take me for? I'm just an eleven-year-old wizard. I don't think about those things. I just want to run my little business quietly."

"That would be best," Frick said.

He still remembered the scene when Maurice attacked Kroenke and his two companions.

An ordinary junior wizard wouldn't be so clean and efficient.

It's already good enough if they don't wet their pants.

"jingle!"

Just then, the doorbell rang.

A figure dressed in a black robe appeared at the doorway.

Morris quickly conjured a bone mask on his face to conceal his identity.

Flick stretched.

The guests have arrived; get ready to receive them.