Glory To Slytherin

After seeing the swirl pattern, Ulysses was surprised, because he had seen the pattern in France.

But this is obviously not the place to solve the doubts. Ulysses flipped through the notebook with a magic wand, and after confirming that there was no danger, he put them away.

He walked back to the door of the room again, raised his wand expressionlessly, the hot flames gushing out again, and his tongue licked everything in front of him wantonly.

No screams, no struggles, Ulysses only saw relief in their faces.

Ulysses turned and closed the door.

Tens of seconds after Ulysses left this remote alley, people arrived one after another.

Most of the magic fluctuations generated during the battle are shielded by the room, so not many people pay attention. However, the fire that soared into the sky, as dazzling as the sun, easily attracted the attention of people around.

"The crazy woman is planted this time."

Looking at the "crackling" burning gloomy hut in front of me, after a few seconds of silence, someone finally spoke.

The old witch is a well-known nail house in Knock Down Alley. She has a reputation for acting crazy and perverse. Of course, her approach also eliminates the possibility of befriending others. Therefore, there is no sympathy or regret in the person’s tone, but there is still some faintness. gloat.

"Planted in the hands of a young man, I saw her walking here with the young man just now."

Another person hidden in the black wizard robe said, his tone was a bit solemn.

"Tsk tsk, the posterity is terrible."

After sighing for a while, some people left one after another. They just came over to watch the excitement, no one would have thought of revenge for the old witch.

Only one tall wizard stayed for the end. He looked at the burning hut quietly, the waves in his eyes showing the unrest in his heart.

On his wizard robes, a swirl-shaped pattern could be seen faintly.

...

Coming to the streets of Knockoff Alley again, Ulysses felt that the gloomy atmosphere here had disappeared a lot.

But he didn't feel relieved, the scene just now still echoed in his mind.

The world is not only black and white, but also exquisite gray. He understood this truth very early, but before he really saw it, it was still difficult for him to accept that the dark side would be so frantic.

Each of the eyes from those iron cages was like a needle, which made him feel uneasy. This is also the reason why he would set fire to liberate them. Even after the treatment, some people might survive, but the general scene of The Underworld will be frozen in their minds forever, creating an indelible shadow on their future lives.

This kind of unforgettable experience is not easy to forget the curse.

Ulysses let out a foul breath and stopped thinking about it. He walked down the street and continued to explore the shops in Knockoff Alley.

He didn't discourage him because it was a gathering place for dark wizards. On the contrary, he was very interested in the products here.

He does not reject black magic. In his eyes, magic is not black and white, only the wizard who controls magic has the difference between good and evil.

Passing by a shop specializing in the sale of magical biological materials, Ulysses just stopped and waited for a while. He was slightly shocked by the unicorn horns, fire dragon tendons, and claws of Kamera, but did not go in.

He doesn't need these advanced materials yet.

The flow of people in Knockdown Alley at noon is not rare, and many people cast surprised eyes at him, seeming to wonder why a student-like person is here.

Ulysses turned a blind eye to their gaze. He walked to the largest shop in Knockover Alley, looked up at the crooked plaque on the shop that said "Bokin-Bok Magic Shop", and stepped forward. Walk in.

When I pushed the door and entered, the wind chime on the door rang.

On the dusty shop window, there are all kinds of human bones, hideous masks peering down on the wall, and rusty, tooth-like instruments hung from the ceiling. On the mat in a glass box, there was a withered hand, a wad of blood-stained cards, and a sluggish glass eyeball.

How weird it looks.

A hunched man appeared behind the counter, his greasy hair seemed to have not been washed in months, and was attached to his not broad forehead. The expression on his face is very sullen and resentful, it seems that the last order has not achieved satisfactory results.

After seeing someone enter the store, he quickly managed his expression, squeezed out a smile, and said in a tone as smooth as his hair:

"Welcome to Bokin-Bok Magic Shop, this... sir, what do you need?"

While talking, he looked up and down at this complete stranger, "I just bought some amazing goods today, and the price is very reasonable—"

"No, thank you, Mr. Bock. I'll sell things." Ulysses said.

"Sell something again?"

Bogin Bok's voice became a little strange, and the smile on his face became stiffer.

Hell, Malfoy, under the Ministry of Magic's crackdown, even covered the treasures of the family so tightly. A few of the dark magic items that Bogin Bok had coveted for a long time had not been brought over for trading, which made him angry.

"Again?" Ulysses glanced at him.

"Make a mistake, don't take it to heart."

Bogin Bock immediately reacted, waved his hand and changed the subject, "I don't know what the customer wants to sell? I've agreed in advance, I won't accept anything that is too common."

Ulysses took the dark ring from the old witch from his arms and put it on the table.

Bogin Bock took out a pair of clip-nose glasses from nowhere. After putting them on, he picked up the ring and studied it carefully. There was a gleam of light in the depths of his eyes, but he said faintly in his mouth:

"The ring with black magic is barely worthwhile. I can pay you ten gallons at most."

What a profiteer.

Ulysses exclaimed in his heart that the things that can be carefully stored by the old witch are only worth ten gallons in his mouth. Sure enough, the shoppers in this place are all vampires who eat people and don't spit out bones.

"That's boring Mr. Bock. If you think I don't know what this ring does, it would be too stupid."

Ulysses took the ring back from his hand and chuckled.

The flatness on Bogin Bok's face collapsed suddenly, and his smile was a little flattering. Just now I just watched Ulysses' noodles tender, thinking it was a child of a pure-blood family who stole some pocket money, and wanted to try to cheat. He succeeded in earning blood, but he couldn't lose a piece of meat if he was discovered.

"Just a joke, distinguished guest. Of course, the ghost ring is not only worth ten gallons, it can exchange most of the goods in the small shop."

Bogin Bock straightened his waist and said with a smile, "In order to show my sincerity, I am willing to exchange two items."

Ghost ring.

Ulysses secretly wrote down the name. He really didn't know the function of this ring. This time he came in just to knock on the side. He didn't expect it to be really rewarding.

After hearing Borgin Bok’s words, Ulysses pretended to be aroused by curiosity and asked:

"Which two?"

Bogin Bock picked up the withered hand on the mat, pointed to a string of luxurious opal necklaces hung on a long noose, and gushed:

"One is the glorious hand. Only the person holding it can see the light after inserting a candle. It is the best friend of thieves and robbers. The other is a necklace passed down by our ancestors with a powerful curse magic on it. , Most people will die if they touch it. I wonder if the guests are satisfied?"

"You don't want to do business, Mr. Bock."

Ulysses didn't buy it, and said coldly, "I think I should be more productive than thieves and robbers. As for the necklace, what do I buy for it? Give it to the Minister of Magic?"

"It's not impossible. Of course, if we are not satisfied, we can discuss it. There are many other items with peculiar effects..."

Bokin Bok smirked, and just wanted to sell Huyou, but was interrupted by Ulysses.

"Forget it, Mr. Bock, I don't deal with people who are insincere. There will be a period later."

Ulysses put away the ring and walked out of the store without looking back, behind him was Bogin Bock's ugly smile.

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