Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 106: Knockturn Alley Restocking (Monthly Ticket 500 1000 plus more)

Harry did write a letter to Uncle Vernon when he was in school, but he didn't ask his uncle to pick him up. He just simply informed him that "I'm coming back."

But... his words were very polite, trying his best to avoid offending this somewhat sensitive uncle.

What Harry didn't expect was that his uncle actually asked Hedwig to bring him a reply letter, which for the first time ever asked him when he would be back.

This left Harry a little confused.

He walked to the platform entrance and pulled a piece of Muggle currency from his pocket.

He hailed a taxi and sat in it.

He had already stuffed the suitcase into the small package cast by the Traceless Extension Charm. Hedwig was also with Pappy, so he moved very lightly and did not need to drag anything heavy.

Magic, so magical.

"It's a nice day today, isn't it?"

The taxi driver was a middle-aged man who started chatting with Harry as soon as he got in the car.

Harry looked out the car window. The gloomy weather made it hard to tell whether it would rain or not.

"It's really good," he said.

I chatted with the driver all the way, and there were continuous traffic jams on the road.

By the time Harry arrived at the door of the Leaky Cauldron, nearly an hour had passed.

He walked into the Leaky Cauldron, and Old Tom saw him and immediately came up to him.

"Potter, Mr. Potter, it's a great pleasure..." he said.

"Hello, Tom," said Harry. "I need a room."

Old Tom took him upstairs and put him in a room.

After he walked out, Harry took out the aging potion he had prepared long ago from his pocket.

A moment later, seventeen-year-old Harry appeared in the room.

He changed his clothes and put the remaining anti-aging agent in his pocket, ready to take a drink at any time.

After thinking for a while, he took out a pair of black gloves from his pocket, put them on, and then walked out of the room.

The Leaky Cauldron was always very noisy, and the sudden appearance of seventeen-year-old Harry did not attract anyone's attention.

He walked to the wall and clicked twice in sequence, and the door leading to Diagon Alley opened.

He did not choose Knockturn Alley as his first stop, but instead planned to eat a little in a restaurant in Diagon Alley to fill his stomach.

He didn't eat much in the car, and what he had eaten in the morning had been completely digested after a day of bumpy ride.

After eating and drinking his fill, Harry stretched himself, slowly stood up, and walked out of the restaurant.

I have to admit that French cuisine in the wizarding world is indeed authentic and delicious.

This time after stepping into Knockturn Alley, no one came forward to cause trouble for him.

The dark wizards are not fools. After Dawima’s failure last time, the dark wizards have become more cautious.

Be especially careful with men who wear glasses.

Harry used a spell to cover his scar, but he was still curious.

Hey, why aren't there any dark wizards causing trouble for me?
In that case, what should I do with the magic wand?

Harry did some quick calculations, hmm... one for Ron, one for Hermione, Neville, Seamus, Cedric... there could be new students joining after school started, so Harry thought he should prepare for a rainy day and get a few more wands.

But no dark wizard came forward, and Harry felt that things shouldn't turn out this way.

He thought about it and decided to go to Borgin and Burke's first.

Pushing the door open, there was still no one standing behind the counter in the Bock store.

Harry walked up to the counter and rang the bell.

The bell rang, and a moment later Mr. Bok appeared behind the counter.

"Oh, it's my respected Mr. Sebastian!" Mr. Burke sighed greasyly when he saw Harry, and stretched out his hands: "It's an honor, an honor to meet you!"

There was a reason why he was so respectful. The last time, the Dawimar who followed "Sebastian It's None of Your Fuck's Business" to Bock's store had been turned into a Flobberworm, and the juice splashed everywhere when he was stepped on.

Mr. Bock, who had been running a black shop for many years, had already mastered the art of observing people's words and expressions. He locked his target on "Sebastian" almost instantly.

Of course, Mr. Bock also understood why Sebastian had such a bad temper. After all, he was a capable man, so he had to understand.

Harry reached out his hand and shook it with him for a few times, then pulled back his hand and said, "Mr. Burke, I need some hard-to-get goods. I knew last time that you are a capable person, so... I hope you won't let me down."

"That's right, that's right." Mr. Burke patted his chicken-breasted chest proudly. "In this Knockturn Alley, apart from anything else, there is nothing that Borgin and Burke's can't sell, except what the buyers can't think of!"

"That's good." Harry wiped the holly wand casually with his black-gloved hand.

Mr. Burke's eyes widened when he saw the magic wand.

But he only glanced at it twice and then looked away.

"Excuse me, what is it that you need?" asked Mr. Burke.

"Phoenix tears, are there?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Mr. Bock nodded quickly, "And they are cheaper than those sold outside. You only need two gold galleons and seven Sickles to buy them."

As he spoke, Mr. Bock took out a test tube and compared it with something.

"I want some," said Harry. "Just give me two ounces of Phoenix Tears."

Mr. Burke counted for a moment and said to Harry, "Nine Galleons and eleven Sickles, sir."

"Counting money is really a tedious job, isn't it?" Harry took out the money and pushed it to Mr. Burke.

"Yes, yes." Mr. Bock nodded his head in agreement. After a careful inspection, he smiled and said, "Do you need anything else, Mr. Sebastian?"

"I also need a dragon heart," said Harry.

"Well..." Mr. Bock hesitated.

"Why, you don't have it here?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, it's not." Mr. Bock smiled. "It's just that dragon hearts are in short supply, and the price..."

"If it's suitable, I'll buy it," Harry said casually.

"Okay, okay." Mr. Bock said quickly, "Well... I have a heart of a Hebridean black dragon here. The price is a little more expensive. It costs thirty-six Galleons, ten Sickles, and seven Knuts."

"Why are there both zeros and whole numbers?" Harry frowned. "Well, if you're willing to sell it for thirty Galleons, I'll take this black dragon heart."

He definitely didn't want to be taken advantage of. The last time he bought a fire dragon's heart, it wasn't this expensive.

"That won't do!" Mr. Bock immediately cried out, "Mr. Sebastian, these are all fresh dragon hearts. They were taken from the dragons less than two days ago and sealed with appropriate magic. The price I sell them for is absolutely fair and just!"

"Your price is not right for me." Harry was unmoved, twirling his wand absentmindedly, his eyes fixed on the patterns on the base of the wand.

"Mr. Sebastian, look, where can you buy a dragon heart in Knockturn Alley now?" Mr. Burke was still persuading Harry to accept the price: "The Ministry of Magic has long stipulated that if you want to buy a dragon heart, you must have legal proof to prove your purpose of using the heart. Tell me, besides me, who else can sell you a dragon heart without any qualifications?"

"Thirty Galleons." Harry remained unmoved. "Thirty-two Galleons, Mr. Sebastian." Mr. Burke sighed, "I won't make any money from this - I'll sell it to you at cost price! Just consider it as making a friend of yours!"

"Thirty Galleons." Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Thirty-one!" Mr. Burke sighed. "Don't let me lose too much... Black market business is not very profitable these days."

"Thirty Galleons." Harry was not moved at all.

Mr. Burke took a deep breath.

"Okay, then I'll sell it to you at a loss!" He gritted his teeth, as if he had lost a lot of money on this deal. "Anyway, you'll come to our shop often in the future, so I'll just consider it as making a friend of yours!"

He turned around and pulled out a small magic box from underneath.

"Here lies the heart of the Hebridean black dragon." Mr. Burke carefully opened the box and showed it to Harry.

Of course Harry knew what it was, and after confirming that it matched the piece, he closed the box and put the heart in his pocket.

Then he counted out thirty Galleons and placed them on the table.

"Thank you, dear sir," said Mr. Burke very unctuously.

He was laughing in his heart, fortunately, fortunately, this order... could make a profit of six Galleons!

Harry looked at Mr. Burke with a half-smile. He knew that the other party would make money on this deal.

But he didn't want to do anything extreme. The black dragon's heart was indeed difficult to obtain, so it wouldn't matter if he let the other party make some profit.

After all, the fact is just as Mr. Bock said, there is really nothing to sell outside.

"One last thing." Harry asked, "I also need the basilisk's fang."

Mr. Burke paused.

"what did you say?"

It's not that he didn't hear clearly, but he couldn't believe what Harry wanted.

"I say, I need some basilisk fangs," Harry said casually, reaching out to pick up the sand on the table and rubbing it in his palm. "This is the Sand of Time, right? Weigh five ounces for me."

"Okay, dear sir." Mr. Burke picked up the small shovel and measured out five ounces of Sand of Time for Harry. He then said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Sebastian, I don't have any basilisk fangs here."

"You said you could get anything here, didn't you?" Harry looked at him leisurely.

Mr. Burke waved his hands and said, "But basilisk fangs are not included. Basilisks are magical creatures that the Ministry of Magic has ordered to be banned from breeding. If I could find a source for basilisk fangs, I would definitely sell them in my store - after all, it's not illegal to sell them. But I don't have any source of supply."

"And do you know where there's a basilisk?" asked Harry.

"That, I really don't know." Mr. Burke shook his head and said, "Basilisks are... indeed rare creatures. They can't be tamed. They will only obey the orders of Parseltongue. But since the Gaunt family died out, who among us is born with Parseltongue? So no one really wants to breed Basilisks."

Is the House of Gaunt extinct?

Harry felt a little sad, but not sympathetic.

After all, except for Omenis, a sunny-hearted young man, all the rest of the Gaunt family are not good people.

To say that they have twisted minds is a compliment to them.

"What about Greece?" Harry asked again: "I remember that Greece likes to breed this kind of basilisk. In fact, the basilisk was first bred by a Greek wizard, the despicable Herpo - is it possible that Greece doesn't have it now?"

"The Greek Ministry of Magic has expressly prohibited the breeding of such monsters," Mr. Burke sighed. "Alas."

"Alas." Harry also shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that this good custom has not been passed down."

Mr. Bock suddenly raised his head and glanced at "Sebastian" with a complicated expression.

Good man, you...

What kind of good custom is this? Do you have any misunderstanding about good customs? !

But to some extent, Mr. Burke did agree with what Harry said.

After all, basilisk fangs and basilisk shed skins are in short supply, and the more you use, the less they have.

Everyone knows that someone is secretly breeding basilisks - because this thing is so scarce.

But everyone also knows that cultivating this kind of thing will result in imprisonment, so no one dares to leak any information.

"In that case, I'll take my leave now." Harry bowed politely to Mr. Burke. "May Merlin guide your path, Mr. Burke."

"Same to you, Mr. Sebastian," Mr. Bock returned the polite greeting.

On this trip to Knockturn Alley to purchase goods, Harry had achieved half of his goal.

The only material needed to open Slytherin's study is the Angel's Feather in Gringotts.

The wands he wanted to prepare for the students in the Dueling Hut were also placed on the dark wizards in Knockturn Alley.

He could go to Ollivanders to buy it - but wouldn't it cost money to buy a wand from him?

Since you can buy it for free, why bother to spend money to buy it?

Harry could still make up his mind about this.

He planned to borrow the wands from the dark wizards first. Well... since they don't come to him on their own initiative, then I'll take the initiative to find them.

Thinking of this, Harry lowered his hood and walked forward.

Coming to a small alley, Harry went in and looked around. He saw a closed door.

"Revilio (Revelation)!"

With the help of the detection spell, Harry discovered the dark wizard lying in the house.

He knocked on the door very politely.

"Who?"

A rough voice sounded in the room.

After a while, the door was opened, and behind the door appeared a face that did not look like a good person.

The wizard smiled grimly.

"What is it, kid?"

"Hello, I'd like to borrow your wand," Harry said politely.

The wizard was enraged at what Harry said.

"Are you humiliating me, you boy with glasses? Don't you know that I am from Azkaban..."

"Oh, it seems you don't want to."

Harry raised an eyebrow and pointed a finger at the chest of the wizard opposite.

"I'm sorry - Imperio!"

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