Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

Without any hesitation, Deveraux's mind moved.

[Ding! ]

[Loading the copy entry: Dark Magic Appraisal Expert (Purple)...]

[Copying completed! ]

Instantly, Deveraux felt a stream of information rushing into his mind, and the knowledge about the appraisal of dark magic items emerged like a tide.

He could even clearly feel the history, purpose, and hidden dangers of each item.

When he raised his head and looked into the store again, the scene in front of him was instantly turned upside down.

The seemingly ordinary shop became unusually "lively" in his eyes.

On the shelves, those seemingly ordinary feather pens were actually made of dangerous materials collected from the wings of some magical creatures.

Those candles were clearly cursed objects blessed by taboo rituals, and they could summon low-level evil spirits when lit.

Even the "Hogwarts Textbooks" on the counter, one of which had a faint glow of dark magic runes under the cover, was obviously a disguised illegal item.

The whole room seemed to have changed from a calm lake to an abyss with undercurrents in an instant.

Deveraux looked around slowly, with a meaningful smile on his lips, and whispered to himself.

"Oh, no wonder the Ministry of Magic can't take down this store. It's really hidden deep enough. This level of cover-up... is not something he can do by himself. There must be a master behind the scenes."

He made a quick judgment in his mind, and at the same time, he couldn't help but have a strong interest in the power hidden behind the store.

This seemingly ordinary Borgin and Burke's is obviously not as simple as it seems.

Borgin narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze moved from Deveraux to Lupin, with a sneer on his lips, as if he had just discovered something interesting.

"Remus Lupin?" His tone was low and drawn out, "What are you doing here? And you have removed my protective magic. Greyback has changed the gathering place, and you have seen the appearance outside - Knockturn Alley is no longer the Knockturn Alley of the past."

Lupin's face suddenly became gloomy, and he clenched the wand in his hand. His tone was brief and cold: "I'm not here to find a werewolf."

Bogin seemed uninterested in this answer. He was about to continue talking when he was interrupted by Deveraux.

"Hey," Deveraux raised his head, his tone calm but a little impatient, "You're blocking my way. Can you let me in for a moment?"

His voice was overly polite, but his eyes were fixed on Bogin, as if he was evaluating his reaction.

Bogin frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the attitude of the child. His eyes swept over Deveraux again, and his voice became even lower: "Little guy, I advise you to stay away from your hairy uncle. This place is not a place you can enter casually, otherwise-"

His words were stretched out in the air, with obvious threats.

"I won't be polite."

When Lupin heard this, his face turned pale in an instant, and he drew out his wand almost reflexively, pointing it at Bogin.

"Bogin! You dare!" Lupin's voice was low, with suppressed anger. He was obviously ready to take action at any time.

When Devereux heard this, his face suddenly lit up. Really, he was just waiting for the other party to be rude.

Borgin was obviously prepared. His wand had been hidden in his sleeves, and his fingers were trembling slightly, ready to strike at any time. The air was filled with a tense atmosphere of confrontation, like a taut string that would suddenly break at the slightest disturbance.

Devereux sighed softly and put his fingers on the wand at his waist. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were calm and sharp, staring at every subtle movement of Borgin.

Just as he was about to pull out his wand, a familiar voice came from the room.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the room, a voice that Deveraux was very familiar with...

"Mr. Borgin, let them in." The voice was neither hurried nor slow, but with an unquestionable majesty, "Otherwise, I think you may not be able to keep this shop."

Bogin's face suddenly changed. He glared at Deveraux and Lupin fiercely, as if he was suppressing his dissatisfaction in his heart. In the end, he reluctantly stepped aside to open the door, revealing the shop behind him.

Deveraux did not move immediately. His eyes passed Borgin and fell on a figure who walked out slowly from the depths of the shop. It was a teenager, his arms flashing with a silver-white luster, like some kind of metal prosthesis. There was a smile on his face.

"Long time no see, Deveraux." The teenager said, his voice was low but with a hint of familiar affinity.

Deveraux frowned slightly. He felt as if he would not be shocked by anything again. Today he was really surprised enough.

"It's so weird. What day is today? So many weird things happened?"

Deverot pulled out his wand and pierced the silver-armed boy in front of him with his eyes like nails.

"It's been a long time since we last met, Marcus. Do you want to fight directly or catch up first?"

Marcus stared at Deverot with a smile, as if observing the movements of his prey.

His posture seemed relaxed, but in fact he was like a predator ready to attack.

Behind him, Malfoy's state was completely different - he curled up, his hands tightly grasped the corners of his clothes, his head lowered deeply, as if trying to hide himself.

Every time Deverot's eyes swept over him, he would tremble slightly, obviously frightened.

"Let's talk first,"

Marcus spoke calmly, as if inviting an old friend to tea.

"Perhaps after talking, you won't want to do anything."

Bo Jin snorted coldly. He put the wand back into his sleeve, turned around and sat behind the counter, lowered his head and fiddled with an old account book, as if he had completely forgotten these people.

Devereux nodded slightly and raised his feet to enter the store, but Lupine grabbed his shoulder.

Lupine looked serious, frowned, and warned in a low voice.

"I'm afraid it's a scam! Don't be impulsive!"

Devereaux turned his head with a small smile on his face, as if Lupine's worries were completely unnecessary.

He gently raised his hand and activated the troll glove hidden in his palm, and a faint wave of magic pushed Lupine's hand away.

"Don't worry,"

Devereaux spoke in a relaxed tone, calming the overly nervous elder.

"I can see if it's a scam. Aren't we going to visit all the places when we go shopping? Besides..."

He turned his head, his eyes fell on Marcus, and his tone suddenly became a little lower, with a hint of coldness.

"It's definitely ineffective."

Lupine opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but in the end he sighed and chose to stand guard at the door.

He didn't take his hand off the wand, obviously ready to take action at any time.

Without hesitation, Devereux stepped into Boginbok.

The moment he stepped into the store, a clear tone suddenly sounded in his ears:

【bite! 】

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