Harry Potter: The Age of Magic

Chapter 353 Mr. Bojin

Author: Sissi who listens to stories

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Knockturn Alley, inside the Borgin-Bock store.

When he heard the system prompt that there was some information hidden in a store with a fireplace in Knockturn Alley, Rossi immediately thought of this store.

At this moment, she was standing in front of the counter, and her eyes quickly turned around the store and fell back on Mr. Bojin behind the counter.

"Good afternoon, Miss Rossi, nice to see you again."

Mr. Bo Jin said in a smooth tone, "Welcome, what can I do for you? Well~ do you want to take a look, I just bought something today, the price is very reasonable..."

Of course, all the shop owners in Knockturn Alley knew about the fact that Rossi bet heavily in the underground casino and won tens of thousands of galleons.

So when he saw her walking into his shop, Mr. Bojin's eyes lit up instantly.

"Mr. Borgin, I'm not here to buy anything." Rossi said with a smile, "I'm here to ask you about someone."

When he heard her say she didn't want to buy anything, the smile on Mr. Bojin's face was about to fade away, but it brightened again when she said she wanted to inquire about someone:

"Of course, of course! I am a store here. As long as you pay, no matter what form of goods you want, I will try my best to satisfy you."

After a pause, he looked closely into Rosie's dark eyes: "So, Miss, who do you want to inquire about?"

With his profiteer personality, if you ask him directly about Barty Crouch Jr., you will definitely be charged an exorbitant price.

While her thoughts were spinning, Rossi spoke softly: "Do you know the whereabouts of Voldemort?"

The moment he heard this name, Mr. Bojin trembled all over, and the smile on his face turned into fear:

"No, don't mention this name! Miss, you're not here to entertain me, are you? How could I know...the whereabouts of that person?"

"Really? I thought that as his former store manager, you would have some idea of ​​his whereabouts." Rossi said with a fake sigh.

Mr. Borgin shook his head vigorously, expressing his ignorance.

Seeing this, Rossi was not impatient and started wandering around the shop leisurely.

After a while, Mr. Borgin finally recovered from the fear of suddenly hearing the name "Voldemort". Looking at Rosie touching this and looking at that in the store, he couldn't help but ask:

"Miss Rossi, as far as I know, you are an Auror at the Ministry of Magic and a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. Why do you want to inquire about his whereabouts?"

Without replying immediately, Rossi's eyes slowly turned to his face:

"You know a lot."

She pursed her lips and smiled, and then said: "Yes, I am now the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, but I can't always be the professor.

Therefore, I need some achievements that will allow me to be directly promoted to management when I return to the Ministry of Magic.

And Fu...I'm sorry, I just want to say that if we can find out the whereabouts of the mysterious man, this is the most obvious contribution."

Turning her eyes elsewhere, she sighed again: "Unfortunately, let alone the mysterious man, even Death Eaters are hard to find these days."

Hearing her mention the Death Eaters, Mr. Borkin's eyes lit up, and he asked with careful consideration of his words:

"Miss Rossi, if I have information about the Death Eaters, how much are you willing to pay for it?"

Looking back with a stunned expression, Rossi made a puzzled expression on his face:

"Death Eater? You don't want to say that there is no way to convict a former Death Eater like Lucius Malfoy, do you?"

"of course not……"

He was silent for a moment and glanced left and right out of habit, "Again, if there is news about Death Eaters, how much are you willing to pay for it?"

"How many do you want?" Rossi asked casually, not showing much interest.

"One...five hundred galleons."

The one thousand that came to my lips was changed to five hundred.

Rossi said half-seriously: "Five hundred? You want too much!"

"Although the price is expensive, it is definitely worth it. Think about it, if you are promoted to Auror Inspector because of this, this amount of money will only be your salary for half a year. Besides, the lady only earned tens of thousands some time ago.

Galleons, five hundred galleons, it’s just a drop in the bucket.”

"No matter how much money you have, this is not how you spend it. Besides, whether your news is true or false, I don't know if it is useful..."

"I can swear to Merlin that my news is absolutely true!"

You swear so skillfully, can I trust you?

Her eyes stopped on his face for two seconds, and Rossi muttered: "Let's do this, three hundred galleons, I'll pay you 10% first, and when I confirm that the news is true, I'll give you the rest. Well.

...I can also swear to Merlin."

After looking into each other's eyes for a few seconds, Mr. Borgin suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Three hundred galleons, pay half in advance, and give me the rest after you confirm the news."

In fact, when he quoted five hundred galleons, Rosie was already willing to accept it, but in order to prevent him from seeing her true purpose and raising the price, she deliberately lowered the price. Unexpectedly, she really had to.

Pressed it down.

"Okay, that's it."

Rossi took out the galleons and lined them up on the counter. The golden light immediately looked straight into Mr. Borkin's eyes.

"Barty Crouch Jr."

He read out the name, and then talked eloquently, "He thought that by wearing a robe and a hood that could hide his appearance, he could hide it from my eyes. But in fact, a hurricane spell is enough to make people

Discover who he is."

It turns out that in Blake's memory, the gust of wind that blew off Barty Jr.'s hood was not natural.

My heart suddenly dawned, but there was a dissatisfied expression on my face:

"Mr. Borgin, as far as I know, Barty Crouch Jr. has died in Azkaban. You are not trying to use a dead person to defraud me of my money, are you?"

As she said that, she pressed hard on Mr. Bojin's hand that wanted to take Galleon away.

"Of course not. I am an honest businessman. Please listen to me."

Mr. Bo Jin raised his eyes with a sneer, "Two months ago, a man wrapped in a robe came to my store and wanted to order a large amount of dragon-scale chicken blood."

"Dragon scale chicken?"

Although Rosie didn't know what breed it was, she immediately became alert when she heard "chicken blood."

"Yes, dragon-scale chicken. This is a special breed from a distant ancient country. It is said that the rooster that hatches the basilisk is the dragon-scale chicken."

Seeing the surprise flash on her face, Mr. Borgin smiled and said, "A mysterious person orders this strange material. I always have to find a way to find out who he is and guess what he is going to do. You know, I

He is a conscientious businessman and does not want to be involved in any strange incidents."

What you are doing is completely unethical.

Rossi complained in his mind, but did not try to expose his poor excuse: "So? How are you sure that person is Barty Jr.? What does he want to do?"

Hearing this, Mr. Borgin took out a stack of parchment from the cabinet, flipped through it, and then pulled out a piece of paper:

"I added a unique mark to the container of chicken blood, and the location where it is at this time is still the old house of the Crouch family. I think this is enough proof, right?"