A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Look what you said, Master Travis. Your store is just outside Knockturn Alley, and we are neighbors." Bo Jin said smoothly.

"Neighbors? Our neighbors are far enough apart." Rogge knocked on the table rudely and stared at Bo Jin.

"Since we are neighbors, we should help each other, right? Fletcher, are you familiar with this name?"

"Fletch?" Bo Jin muttered and thought for a while, pretending to think, "I know many Fletches. I wonder which one offended you?"

"Mundungus Fletcher, a wizard thief. Although I have never met him, he must be famous in the underground world for such a famous thief. Are you familiar with him?" Rogge raised his eyebrows. , seeming to be asking.

"Oh, your rhetorical level is too high. My shop is on the ground, how can I talk about the underground world?" Bo Jin shook his head with a smile and denied it: "You are talking about Fletcher, I haven't heard of it for a while. I’ve seen him.”

"For a while?" Rogge sneered. What Bo Jin said was really artistic. He not only cleared his own relationship, but also kept the words tight.

"But how come I heard that he is your secret supplier?"

"Rumors are definitely rumors!" Bo Jin refuted this statement firmly and shouted righteously: "Young Master Travis..."

Rogge didn't wait for Bo Jin to start, and immediately interrupted him: "No need, you should call me Rogge."

"Okay, Mr. Rogge." Bo Jin nodded and swore to the lamp with a sincere face: "My magic shop has been doing serious business for generations. It is all normal business activities. You get what you pay for. That kind of We will never have any involvement with criminals.”

"Oh?" Rogge was amused by Bo Jin's shamelessness. He picked up the Hand of Glory and sneered: "The light source provided by this thing can only be seen by the holder. Don't you find it strange?"

"Weird? Of course it's very strange." Bo Jin didn't defend himself, and followed Rogge and said, "I felt strange when I accepted it. What's the use of a magic item that can only be used as a light source for myself?"

Bo Jin really pretended to be confused, and even sold it to Rogge: "But you also know that magic items are all kinds of strange, and even I may not recognize them all. If you are interested, how about selling it to you with the Hand of Glory? 10 galleons, this price is quite cheap!”

"Ten Galleons? It's not expensive." Rogge put back the Hand of Glory and threatened coldly: "Mr. Borgin, how much do you think it would cost to make Fletcher's hand like this?"

"This... how could I know this? I am a serious businessman, and what you are asking about is too..." Bo Jin searched his mind and thought of a word, "Advanced! Yes, it is too advanced. I really don't know."

He looked at Roger, avoiding Fletch again. That was a supplier I had been with for many years, an old friend who continuously provided good products. How could he betray him so easily?

"Well, Mr. Borgin's language is really artistic. However, if I want to invite Auror to take a look, how should you respond?" Rogge raised his head and looked at Borkin, and warned him friendly not to continue to be naughty: " Is your shop registered with the Ministry of Magic?"

Without waiting for Borgin to defend, he continued to add more information, and it was something that Borgin had to cover up: "I recently heard a rumor that your former clerk became a powerful and feared wizard in the magical world."

Rogge didn't give him a chance to refute at all, and then teased: "Tsk, tsk, if the rumors are true, I feel like your place is better than Hogwarts. Your store is really the Dark Lord's training base, but it's a pity that it doesn't have direct access to Azka." class."

"I think this is such a pity. If Mr. Borgin went to Azkaban to learn lessons and experience life, he would definitely make more progress." Rogge said in a frivolous tone.

Cold sweat broke out on Bo Jin's head, and there was panic in his eyes. Not many wizards knew Tom, so how did he learn about it?

Bo Jin subconsciously touched his sleeves. Rogge noticed his small movements keenly and pointed the wand at his head first.

"Young Master Travis, why are you doing this?" Bo Jin quickly raised his hands and said a flattering honorific: "I am just a humble businessman, and occasionally I am blind and accept things from unknown sources."

"Haha, you don't know where it came from?" Rogge sneered, "The things stolen from our family came to you without knowing the way they came from, and then disappeared without knowing the way they went."

"You said this! Young Master Travis, this happened almost 10 years ago. Weren't you in Azka...in the North Sea at that time? The magic world was in such chaos at that time, who had time to care about this." Bo Jin Smiling bitterly, he tried to use the last wizard war to excuse himself.

"Are you very well-informed?"

"There are people coming and going in the store. As time goes by, I hear more..."

"What about Fletcher?" Rogge was still reluctant.

Bo Jin saw that Rogge was clearly targeting Fletcher. I must give him an explanation.

"Oh, you're talking about him? I remember it!" Bo Jin patted his thigh and said numbly: "That guy's eyes are always swollen and bloodshot, protruding like a toad. He smokes a smelly cigarette. , the whole body stinks..."

"I'm not here to make a portrait of him. I'm here to say something useful."

"Okay, Master Travis." Bo Jin immediately rambled on about Fletcher's experience and background.

"In his early years, he was a liar and a thief. He was able to get along well in the underground world because of his popularity. No matter what information you have, if you ask him, he will always be able to find relevant information for you, and it will be accurate."

"Quite a talent." Rogge nodded. No wonder Fletcher had been wandering around the world for many years and repeatedly escaped capture by the Ministry of Magic.

"You're right. I warned him at that time not to do petty theft again. The business is short-lived and he will be caught sooner or later. He might as well save some money to open a liquor store in Knockturn Alley and run it on his own. You must be very good at messaging. Do you think what I said is right?" Seeing Rogge's silence, Bo Jin continued.

"This guy Fletcher doesn't want to be a supplier of rare treasures. Later he even showed off to me, saying that Albus liked him and invited him to join the Order of the Phoenix..."

"Wait a minute, who are you talking about?" Rogge heard the familiar name and quickly confirmed again.

"Albus, that's your principal Dumbledore. He told me personally, but I didn't believe it at the time." Borgin nodded, he is the current principal of Hogwarts.

"Order of the Phoenix? Haha, it's interesting. You can continue." Rogge didn't think that Fletcher was related to the Order of the Phoenix. He recalled carefully that there was indeed such a person.

"He stole things from your family and sold them from me. But Young Master Travis, those years were very difficult, and no one had time to care about this. If you pursue it, I can't do anything." Bo Jinyi He looked like a man with a knife, and it was clearly written on his face that if he wanted money, he would not give him his life.

"I'm not talking about this. He went to Ireland a while ago. He sneaked into our family's old manor and stole some books."

"Books?! Are they some Muggle books?" Bojin instantly understood the reason for Rogge's search, and quickly excused himself, "I told him at the time that they were all Muggle books and not worth a single Knight. But he didn't believe it. , it must be said that I lied to him."

"Go and tell him that there is an ancient book collector who is interested in the Muggle books in his hand." Rogge asked Borgin to contact Fletcher.

"This..." Borgin hesitated. Since he already knew that Fletcher did it, why didn't he go to the Ministry of Magic to report the crime and arrest him?

"According to your previous contact method, ask him to meet here." Rogge said without any explanation, and took a picture of five galleons on the counter. The golden light fascinated Bo Jin's eyes.

"Of course, Sir Travis, I understand! Please rest assured, he will definitely come. I will contact you then. Do you need me to contact the Auror?" Bojin agreed without hesitation, staring straight at Galleons on the table.

"You don't have to worry about the Aurors. If they really come, I don't know if you will close down. I will give you the money after it is completed." Rogge swept his sleeves, and the five Galleons disappeared in an instant. Bo Jin looked at the table reluctantly and quickly wrote a letter to Fletcher.

In the Financial Center Building, Roger sat on the sofa and looked at the London street scene. Andrew stood aside cautiously and reported on the business situation of the past six months.

"Has your team changed a lot in one year?" Rogge opened a bottle of Coke, with familiar bubbles and a familiar taste.

"Based on the experience of the last operation, those who had some ideas were poached by others, and some went out to work alone."

"Well, it's a good time to get together and relax." Rogge nodded, knowing that Andrew was actually very busy this year.

"The ruble is going to depreciate anyway, so if you use some funds to play around, just make some pocket money. Within 100 million pounds, you make the decision yourself."

Rogge behaved quite generously towards his Muggle asset managers.

"I understand, sir." Andrew nodded. One hundred million pounds was an astronomical figure to him a year ago, but it is really nothing now.

As Rogge said, going to the financial market with this little money is really just killing time and earning some pocket money.

"Don't get involved too deeply. Maozi's credibility is worse than toilet paper." Rogge reminded him.

"Ah?" Andrew was confused as to what kind of comment this was.

"What would you do if someone confiscated your money?"

"How is this possible!" Andrew didn't believe it at all. He was a crocodile in the financial swamp, let alone other large consortiums that had already entered Moscow.