Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

Soon, two wands and a dozen Galleons were found.

He went around the room again and pulled out dozens of Galleons and hundreds of Sickles, but Nat was too lazy to take them.

So poor.

This was Tom's first feeling.

These two people were engaged in illegal business, and they ended up accumulating such a small fortune.

But this is the current situation at the bottom of the wizarding world.

It is unknown what the relationship between these two people is, but it is very likely that neither of them is a real graduate of Hogwarts.

Although almost all British wizards study at Hogwarts, there are exceptions. Only those who have a magical riot before the age of eleven and whose record is recorded by Hogwarts can be eligible for admission.

What about the magic riot after the age of eleven?

The wizarding world has various crash courses in spells, and that is where these people end up.

Without a diploma, skills or connections, one can only struggle at the bottom and resort to some crooked means.

Of the two wizards just now, the stronger one should be the old witch. The aura of black magic on her body has been leaking out uncontrollably, and her facial features have also been affected and changed. On the contrary, the male wizard looks much more normal.

Tom tried it and found that the wizard's wand was actually more suitable for him. The witch's wand almost caused the magic power to backfire when used.

The wizard's was at least functional, but it was far inferior to his own.

This is Tom's way of dealing with the fact that minors can't perform spells outside of school.

Since my wand is traced, why not just not use it? I can just keep a distance from my wand when casting spells, so the Ministry of Magic won't notice anything.

The only problem is that it's not very convenient to use.

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After casting a few spells and finding the feel for the wand, Tom pulled out a strand of the wizard's hair, put it into the Polyjuice Potion, and drank it.

After drinking it, Tom turned into a wizard with a grin on his face, and his handsome little face wrinkled into a ball.

This smell... is so fucking disgusting.

......

Ding dong——!

The welcoming bell inside the door rang, the door of Borgin and Burke's shop was pushed open, and Tom, transformed into a middle-aged wizard, walked in.

He surveyed the store's merchandise, which included withered human hands, bloodstained playing cards, motionless glass panes, and various human bones.

There's nothing here you can buy and take into Hogwarts.

"Ah, a guest has arrived."

The door behind the counter opened, and a hunched man appeared behind the counter. He was stunned when he saw Tom, then smiled and said, "Michael, where did you make your fortune? You want to spend money with me?"

"Stop pretending, you know I'm not him." Tom withdrew his gaze from the merchandise and looked at the person who came.

"Mr. Bock, we are simply a customer and a seller. If we can avoid unnecessary intrigue, we can both save ourselves a lot of trouble."

“The guest is truly wise and decisive.”

Borgin and Burke were briefly stunned, then regained their businesslike smile. "A scumbag like Michael doesn't have your aura. If it weren't for that old witch protecting him, he would have been eaten to pieces by the bandits in Knockturn Alley."

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Tom nodded noncommittally: "The old witch won't come out again, so there's nothing to worry about."

Now, Boke's smile became even more intense.

"It's my honor to serve such a distinguished customer as you. Our shop just received a new batch of goods yesterday, and the prices are absolutely fair."

Tom stated his request: "I need a fresh or well-preserved dragon heart, a sphinx eyeball, and a claw."

Bock's smile faltered.

"A fresh... dragon heart."

"Sir, do you really not know how many laws you have to break to get this?"

Tom asked back, "If I could buy it legally, would I still come to you?"

Bock was speechless.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that Snape’s office displays contraband such as dragon heart, and Ollivander even uses dragon heartstrings to make wands, but who are they?

Potions Master! Wand Maker!

There are fire dragons that disobey discipline and die. When their lifespan reaches its end, the old dragon will use their resources to their full potential. Isn't that normal?

But no matter how it is divided, it cannot be given to ordinary wizards.

"Well, I'm really looking after a picky customer." Bock sighed. "I have sphinx eyeballs and claws in stock, but I don't have dragon hearts, let alone fresh ones. I don't even have dried blood."

Tom frowned immediately.

"But..." Bock changed the subject, "If I get any information, I can sell it to customers, or buy it for them to keep."

"How much for the eyeball and the claw?" asked Tom.

"Five hundred Galleons, a pair of eyes and a pair of claws, complete set."

This price is definitely too high. The price of a unicorn horn does not exceed one hundred galleons. The Sphinx is as precious as a unicorn, and the price of the materials should be similar.

At least twice as expensive as normal price.

But there is no way, it’s a black market, how can it not be black?

Tom still gave the money. He had used some of the more than a thousand Galleons Daphne gave him before, and with his own money and the unexpected fortune he had just picked up, after giving the five hundred, Tom had less than three hundred Galleons left.

After Tom received the materials, he asked again, "How much do you want for the dragon's heart?"

Bock thought for a moment and held up three fingers: "Three thousand Galleons."

The economic value of a fire dragon is approximately between 15,000 and 30,000. Dragon blood, dragon skin, dragon meat, and every part of it have been utilized to the extreme by wizards.

As the core of the heart, Tom can accept this price.

The last time he borrowed from Snape's office was about one-fifth of a dragon's heart. A whole one would definitely be enough for Tom to develop drug resistance.

"The price is fair," Tom nodded. "But I don't have that much money."

Bock, who had originally thought that Tom had accepted the offer, could no longer laugh.

Why does this sound so much like a robber?

Chapter 79: Mistakes All Men Make, the Weak International Auror

"I heard..."

Tom paid no attention to Burke's face-changing skills, and rubbed his fingers unconsciously.

"Mr. Bock's shop not only buys and sells goods, but also intelligence work and some shady commissions are also within your business scope."

Thanks also to the seventh-grade prefect, Sieswell Burke. If he hadn't accidentally revealed a lot of information, Tom wouldn't have made plans in advance and decided to spend the entire holiday in Borgin and Burke's.

Being a mercenary here in Bock not only makes money, but also increases practical experience, killing two birds with one stone. The only thing that makes Tom a little uncomfortable is

It seems that Fufu also worked here in the past...

Thinking of this, Tom subconsciously looked at the disappearing cabinet in the corner.

We have to find a way to get this thing. How can we allow anyone to use this Vanishing Cabinet to blow up the Hogwarts' ass at any time?

Borgin and Burke looked deeply at Tom's changed Michael.

“It seems the guest was introduced by an acquaintance…”

Not everyone can know his intelligence and hiring business. At least only wizards recognized by him and with a certain level of skill can get in touch with him.

Now Bock is more and more curious about Tom's identity, but he will not rashly choose to touch the other party's secrets.

Tom smiled and said, "Then, for the sake of our acquaintance, give me a few short, close-range, and high-paying missions."

"How difficult is it?" Bock asked.

"Difficulty?" Tom smiled. "As long as it doesn't require me to assassinate Dumbledore, other tasks are no different to me."

What a loud tone!

Burke was amazed. He could see Tom's strong self-confidence and his arrogant attitude of not taking anyone seriously except Dumbledore.

Tom does have the confidence. At worst, he can let Andros play as his substitute. A few minutes will be enough to decide everything.

"That's perfect." Bock's fake smile returned. "I do have a very difficult commission here. I was hesitating whether to take it on. Since the client is so confident, I'll let you try."

"What commission?" Tom asked curiously.

Bock produced a sheet of silver paper.

"One of my old customers, Mr. Lawes, has been in some trouble recently and is being hunted by international Aurors. The commission requires you to help him escape from the UK. The reward is one thousand Galleons."

International Auror?

Tom was stunned.

This is a big case.

The International Confederation of Wizards is the largest and most influential wizarding organization in the world. All Ministries of Magic are members of the Confederation. Although it cannot interfere in the internal affairs of various countries, it also has its own armed organizations and can ignore national restrictions and enforce the law across regions.

To be hunted by such an organization, he must be a big shot.

Tom's curiosity got aroused. "Can I ask what Mr. Lawes did wrong?"

Bock sighed, "He just made the mistake that every man makes, sleeping with a woman he shouldn't have slept with."

"May I ask who that woman is..."

"The wife of the Deputy Head of the International Auror Department."

Tom: “…”