Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 62 This is none of your business (please read)

Dawima's eyes were blank, and he felt as if he had fallen into boundless happiness.

If Harry was asked to choose a spell that he was most proficient in other than the Disarming Charm, it would have to be the Imperius Curse.

In that era when dark wizards were as numerous as dogs and poachers were everywhere, if you couldn't resist the Imperius Curse skillfully, you would be serving as a food to the dark wizards.

So Cassandra often practiced this spell with Harry. The two of them cast the Imperius Curse on each other, and then used their willpower to break through. They repeated the training to develop resistance to the spell.

The Imperius Curse does not cause any adverse effects on the caster itself. To be frank, its unforgivable nature is only because this curse can force others to do certain things, so Harry has no resistance to this curse.

I have to say, it feels great to control Cassandra to do a robotic dance.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. After practicing a lot, Harry can cast the Imperius Curse without using a wand.

The biggest advantage of wandless casting is that you don't have to worry about flashback spells.

"Give me the wand." Harry held out his hand.

Dawima, who was under the Imperius Curse, obediently followed Harry's instructions, took out the wand from his arms and handed it to him with both hands.

Harry took the wand, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Dawima.

"Blackthorn, dragon heartstring, twelve and a quarter inches," Dawima replied respectfully.

Harry put the wand in his pocket and ordered again: "Take me to the nearest store. I want to buy some things - some good things that can't be bought outside."

"Yes, sir." Dawima bowed and led Harry out of the alley.

There was no way the dark wizards would let a newcomer go so easily when he walked into Knockturn Alley so brazenly.

However, after seeing the lackey-like Dawima walking in front, everyone gave up the idea of ​​getting some benefits.

Even Dawima, who was doing well in this area, was in trouble. The dark wizards who were always good at protecting themselves would certainly not get into trouble.

The journey was uneventful. Dawima took Harry to a somewhat respectable shop, opened the door and walked in.

Dawima walked up to the counter and rang the bell on it.

While the owner was still there, Harry began to look around the store.

On a mat in a glass case beside the counter, there was a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained cards, and a glass eyeball that was motionless. Ferocious masks glared down from the walls, various human bones were placed on the counter, and rusty, sharp-toothed instruments hung from the ceiling.

In front of the withered human hand, there was a Pensieve.

Judging from the items displayed in this store, the things sold must be very expensive.

After a while, a man appeared in front of the counter, bending over. He was repeatedly combing the greasy hair that hung on his face with his hands.

Harry felt that this shop owner might have a lot in common with Professor Snape.

"Davima? Why are you here?" Mr. Bogin asked with a frown, obviously not very welcoming to Dawima.

Dawima smiled flatteringly and introduced Mr. Borgin: "This... this gentleman wants to buy some good things that cannot be bought outside, so I am here to introduce business to you, Mr. Borgin."

Mr. Borgin then noticed Harry following behind Dawimar. Looking at the other party's clean and meticulous clothes, Mr. Borgin felt a little wary.

"Hello, sir," Mr. Borgin asked tentatively, "May I know your name?"

Of course, Harry wasn't stupid enough to give his own name, so he gave his friend's name without hesitation.

"Sebastian."

"Sebastian what?" repeated Mr Borgin, wanting to know the other man's last name.

Harry replied impatiently: "Sebastian, this is none of your business." "Sorry, everyone has secrets, right?" Mr. Borgin tried to save his dignity and said in a tone as greasy as his hair: "It's a pleasure, Mr. Sebastian, welcome, what can I do for you?"

"I need some Bite Cabbage seeds, or even better, Poison Tentacle seeds," said Harry.

Mr. Borgin uttered a sigh and said slowly: "It's a pity that the seeds of these magical plants are not allowed to be sold now-"

It seems like you don’t want to sell it?

Harry said nothing, but pulled five Galleons from his pocket and placed them on the counter.

Seeing these five gold Galleons, Mr. Borgin's eyes seemed to shine with a greedy light like a goblin.

"But then again, at Borgin and Burke's, there's nothing that people wouldn't think of, not anything that Borgin and Burke's wouldn't sell."

Harry clasped his hands on the five gold Galleons, and Mr. Borgin understood, turned around and took out two small cloth bags from a cabinet.

"These are the seeds of biting cabbage and poisonous tentacles, but the seeds have been there for a long time and may need careful care," said Mr. Bogin.

Harry took out his wand and touched the bag.

Mr. Borgin's eyebrows jumped, but when he saw Harry touch his wand to the bag, he was obviously relieved.

After checking that they were indeed the seeds of Biting Cabbage and Poison Tentacle, Harry stuffed the two packets of seeds into his small pocket.

"Mr Burke?" Harry asked.

"Please go ahead." Mr. Borgin picked up the five gold Galleons and put them happily in his arms.

"What's your relation to Herbert Burke?" asked Harry.

"That's my grandfather," Mr Borgin replied. "Why, you knew him?"

Harry smiled at him and said, "Of course I know him. I saw him sorted with my own eyes -"

Mr. Borgin looked at Harry's obviously young face beneath his hood and thought he was just talking nonsense.

But he was running a business after all, so how could he fall out with anyone? Mr. Borgin didn't take it seriously. He just smiled at Harry and didn't respond.

Harry knew that Mr. Borgin didn't believe it, so he shrugged. He just mentioned it casually and didn't expect him to believe it.

He did not lie. After all, Old Burke was so easy to remember. There were no students from the Abbott family in his class, so Old Burke was the first one to be named by Vice-Principal Weasley for sorting.

With a full load of items, Harry left Borgin's shop satisfied.

He and Dawima walked back to the alley and lifted the Imperius Curse from each other.

Dawima looked around in bewilderment at first, then suddenly came to his senses, pointed at Harry, and said tremblingly: "You...you...actually...used the word unforgivable to me..."

"Relax, it's just a harmless little spell." Harry said slowly: "This is a little secret between the two of us, I hope you can keep it well."

"You...you mean you let me go?" Dawima asked cautiously.

"Of course not. I will choose a method that is safer for me."

Harry drew his wand and pointed it at Dawimar.

Under Dawima's horrified eyes, his body kept twisting and finally turned into a Flobberworm that kept pupating.

Of course, this was not the end, Harry cast another spell at the caterpillar.

"Oblivate Maxima!"

(End of this chapter)