Hogwarts professor in Marvel

After saying that, he stood up, walked past Lockhart and left.

After the red-eyed man left, Snape returned to his normal tone and asked Lockhart, "Lockhart, are you going to stay here and hang out for a while, or come with me and choose to leave?"

Lockhart smiled and expressed his thoughts: "Snape, you go back first, I'll see if there is anything good here."

After hearing this, Snape nodded slightly and reminded: "Okay, then I'll go first."

"Be careful of the dark wizards here. Most of them are not very peaceful."

Chapter 278 The Secret of Longevity (Two in One)

Knockturn Alley, pub box.

Lockhart saw Snape leaving, looked around the box and smiled faintly.

He stretched out his wand and tapped his mask lightly.

The next moment, the pale mask turned dark black, and blood-colored threads appeared above the mask, outlining a strange smiling face.

At the same time, the figure under the black robe began to change slowly, and the temperament it exuded seemed a little gloomy, even revealing a hint of madness.

After a moment, Lockhart stretched out his wand and tapped it lightly. An ice realm quietly emerged. Looking at the reflected figure that looked like a dark wizard, he nodded slowly.

I just took a quick look at the core of Knockturn Alley and found a lot of good things.

Take advantage of the time today and do some shopping.

By the way....test the waters.

Walking out of the tavern, the originally noisy atmosphere became silent, with only the slight chirping of cicadas and the scattered figures of black wizards.

The pale yellow lights on the side of the road illuminated the street in front, which, combined with the gloomy temperament of the black wizards on the street, seemed a bit weird.

Strolling along the street, Lockhart looked at the shops around him. Some specialized in selling items related to dark magic, some sold some dark materials, and even some sold magical creatures.

Basically, these commodities have one thing in common: they are items that are expressly prohibited from sale by the Ministry of Magic.

After looking around for a while, Lockhart entered a shop selling dark magic items. The plaque above the shop read - Jones's Shop.

"Welcome to Jones's Shop, what can I do for you?"

As soon as I entered the store, a slightly hoarse voice came to my ear.

A skinny and slightly old witch raised her head and asked Lockhart.

"What's the most expensive magic item you have?" Lockhart looked at the witch in front of him and asked in a cold, mechanical voice.

To judge the quality of a store, you can get a rough idea of ​​the top-notch items it sells.

The witch named Jones heard what Lockhart said, stared at the strange red smiling face on the other's mask, was silent for a moment, and then the hoarse voice sounded again.

"It's fine if you want to see it, but do you have the money to buy it?"

Lockhart was not surprised to hear the other party's doubt.

He stretched out his magic wand and lightly tapped it. A gray crystal ball exuding darkness, despair, and death appeared.

Inside the crystal ball, a large amount of gray mist lingered, constantly changing into various strange shapes. Faintly, one could hear the wailing of numerous souls.

This is the same dark magic bracelet that he had just traded with Akagi. Both were obtained from the Lestrange vault and are very likely the dark magic items that Voldemort gave to Bella.

Lockhart had no use holding it, so naturally he tried to find a way to attack it.

Looking at the gray sphere floating in the air and the magical fluctuations it emitted, a trace of greed and desire flashed in the eyes of the old and skinny witch Jones.

snort!

Seeing this, Lockhart snorted coldly, took a step forward, and at the same time exuded a lot of murderous aura.

After Jones sensed it, he subconsciously took a step back, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Seeing Jones's performance, Lockhart nodded slightly and continued in a cold, mechanical voice, "Is it okay?"

"Of course, distinguished guest." Although Jones' voice was still hoarse, a hint of eagerness flashed across it.

Soon, two things appeared in front of Lockhart.

A pale skull and a black flag that smells of blood.

"Pale Bones can quickly restore magic power by sacrificing vitality. It can also amplify the power of most black magics, even... the Killing Curse can be amplified."

"If you want, 2000 Galleons."

Witch Jones stretched out her wand, gently pointed it at the pale skull, and introduced it in a hoarse voice.

After hearing this, Lockhart did not react and kept his eyes on the black flag.

Seeing this, Jones introduced: "The biggest feature of the Flag of Disaster is that it can block space, and at the same time, it can store a large amount of black magic in advance."

"As long as you wave the flag, all the magic inside can be released in an instant, just like a natural disaster."

"The more you store, the more powerful it becomes."

Hearing this, Lockhart's eyes lit up, but after a moment of contemplation, he continued to ask, "How many spells can be stored at most?"

"Do you have any other magical items of similar quality?"

After hearing this, Jones said with some pride: "The inventory quantity varies depending on the quality of the spell, but for top black magic like the Killing Curse, at least 50 can be stored, which is enough to start a small wizard battle."

"Can Fiendfyre be stored?" Lockhart continued.

In the Marvel world, Fiendfyre is extremely fun to use. The only difficulty is that one needs to prepare and outline the runes in advance each time he uses it.

If it is a fierce battle, there will be no time to use it.

"Okay." Jones nodded briefly.

"Okay, if the price is right, I'll take it." Lockhart said in a flat tone.

But Jones seemed to hear the tone of a local tyrant and said with a smile.

"Sir, this is the treasure of my shop. It has been with me for nearly 30 years and has helped me kill many powerful enemies."

"So...10000 Galleons!"

Hearing this number, Lockhart looked at the other party with cold and murderous eyes, and a terrifying aura came towards Jones.

It was as if he was telling the other party that if there was no reasonable explanation, don't blame him for taking action.

The numbers just now were simply using him as armor.

When the witch Jones saw this, her expression froze, and she quickly added: "Guest, you can choose to trade with the magic item just now plus 1000 gold galleons."

Hearing this, Lockhart suddenly realized that the other party was interested in the magic item.

But I am a little confused. He hasn't introduced the properties and functions of this magic item yet. Why does the other party want it?

It was as if he could see Lockhart's doubts through the black mask.

Jones immediately explained: "Sir, although the Death Ball is rare, I have had the honor of seeing one before."

“It’s been of great help to me.”

The Ball of Death, it turns out that this black magic item similar to a gray crystal ball is called this name.

The name is quite appropriate, as it incorporates a lot of wizards' souls, including vitality, and later on, it can also be replenished by killing wizards or other lives.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as death.

As for the effect...

When casting black magic, it is used as a substitute to reduce the backlash caused by casting black magic. For black wizards, it is considered a very good magic item.

But it didn't help him much.

He now casts most of the black magic he knows through runes, so the backlash is naturally reduced a lot.

Moreover, killing wizards for no reason and using them as materials is not in line with his character.

Besides, he also has his own solution to the backlash of black magic.

As his thoughts turned, Lockhart looked at Jones's face, which seemed to have become older due to the backlash, and a smile flashed across his face.

"The price is high. If you want the Sphere of Death, you must not only give me the Banner of Disaster, but also 1000 gold galleons."

"After all, you know the effects of the Death Ball."

After hearing this, Jones cursed in his heart.

The value of the Banner of Disaster is basically the same as that of the Ball of Death.

She wanted 1000 gold Galleons in order to make a profit; after all, she was also running a business.

As a result, the other party actually wanted to ask him for 1000 gold Galleons. What kind of attitude was that?

As the thought turned to himself, Jones felt helpless.

As a dark wizard, he has studied and performed countless dark magics. The accumulated backlash has made him look like a 30-year-old even though he is in his 50s. His body and mind have been affected to a certain extent.

This was something she had to compensate for through certain means, otherwise it would only cause more trouble.

However...looking at the weird smile on the other person's black mask, Jones had a sneer in his heart.

After a moment, Jones nodded and said in a helpless tone: "Okay."

Seeing this, Lockhart waved his hand, and a gray ball of death appeared in his hand, staring at Jones.

Jones reached in and pulled out a space extension bag and handed it to Lockhart.

Lockhart reached out and took it, looking at it carefully, and found that the 1000 gold Galleons were genuine and there was no trick done.

Well, as the owner of a gold galleon manufacturing factory, Lockhart still trusts his own judgment.

At the same time, Lockhart watched as the other party had put away the Pale Bones, leaving only the Flag of Doom in the air.

With a slight wave, the ball of death floated towards Jones, and Lockhart reached out and used magic to absorb the flag of disaster in mid-air.

Jones didn't try to stop it, but simply reached out and caught the floating ball of death.

After Lockhart took the flag of disaster, magic power flowed in, expelling the magic imprint inside while feeling the information coming from it.

After a moment, he nodded slightly, and the effect was basically the same.

He took a quick look around and found that he didn't need any of the dark magic items for sale, so he turned and left.

When Jones saw this, he did not stop them. He simply said, "You are welcome to come again next time."

But as he stared at Lockhart's departing figure, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

It would have been so nice to do the deal peacefully, but he had to cheat her.

After Lockhart left the shop, he looked back at the sign of Jones's shop and a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

He walked deeper into the street, and when he passed by just now, he saw a nice shop.

What are sold there are all kinds of rare and magical creatures.

Wow, this is good stuff.

Not only can they serve as a source of ever-increasing magical material, their talents also have many unique aspects.

Although there are many animals inside his magic suitcase, they are all mortal creatures.

Magical creatures are very rare.

A moment later, Lockhart stopped at a shop called Home of Magical Creatures.

Through the glass outside, you can see the various transparent boxes placed inside and the magical creatures inside the boxes.

A smile flashed across his face and he went straight in.

"Hello, welcome to the Home of Magical Creatures." A young wizard said to Lockhart respectfully, "What kind of magical creature do you want?"

"Let me take a look first." Lockhart said coldly.

"Okay." The young wizard nodded eagerly. "Look, the price of each magical animal is marked below."

"If you buy a large quantity, I can ask the boss for a discount on your behalf."

"Yeah." Lockhart nodded slightly, hummed indifferently, and looked around without saying anything more.

Hiss! Hiss! (Look, here comes another wizard)

In Lockhart's eyes, in a box not far away, there was a runestripe snake with three heads, an orange color and black stripes.

Just now, it was the snake head on the left who played the role of decision maker, staring at him, constantly sticking out its tongue and making a hissing sound.