Hogwarts: The Book of Laws

"I have forgotten everything. Robert, Professor Snape and I have been discussing business in your shop since two o'clock this afternoon, and we have not parted on bad terms until now. As for what the business is, look at this."

With that said, Lien took out a piece of Crowe's arm from his seamless stretch pocket.

"Where did you come from? Weren't you blown up?" Snape asked curiously. After all, he had also visited the explosion site, and there was only desolation left there.

This was cut off by the wind blade and thrown right at Lien's feet. He took it out with him when he ran away.

However, Rean did not answer Snape's words. He looked at Robert and said, "Do you see clearly? This is it, but we didn't reach an agreement."

Robert nodded mechanically.

Rean snapped his fingers, and Robert immediately came to his senses and roared angrily: "Damn it, get out, you are asking for five galleons for a piece of a house elf's arm. Get out of here, you are a bunch of bandits and vampires."

Snape's good mood disappeared instantly, and his hand had already touched the handle of the wand.

Rean shrugged and pulled Snape out of the store.

"What are you doing?" Snape couldn't understand what Rean was doing.

"Send a message to Lord Malfoy." Rean said as he walked. .

Knockturn Alley is far more prosperous at night than during the day, and the wizards coming and going are either shrouded in a layer of black clothes that magic cannot see through, or they have taken Polyjuice Potion.

Snape didn't know when he also changed his clothes, wearing a black cloak.

While strolling around, Lien stopped in front of a small stall.

This is a small stall with many strange-shaped stumps placed on the stall, and there are many jars filled with colorful liquids on the side.

The stall owner is an old man with only a few hairs left on his head. The protruding eyeballs were somewhat bloodshot inside. The body is withered and thin.

When he saw Lean, he stopped and said in a boyish voice that did not belong to his age: "If you want something, I have everything here. Unicorn blood?"

His withered hands wanted nothing more than to hold the jar of silver liquid beside him.

"Or are you talking about the Ukrainian iron-belly bones?" He pointed to the strange pile of bones next to him.

"Let's see how much money we can get for this." Rean took out half of the arm.

"In Robert's shop just now, Robert sold out four galleons and twelve sickles, but I didn't sell them." Seeing that the stall owner wanted to play a trick, Lien said.

The stall owner just smiled, rubbed his hands, and said: "Then I'll take it for five galleons. Don't go to Robert's shop to sell anything in the future. His shop is a black shop, not as authentic as mine."

Even if it's five galleons, he still makes something.

Countless wizards want to decipher their secrets from house elves.

Powerful magic, extremely long lifespan, and enslavement magic.

However, house elves are only found in some powerful pure-blood families, which also makes house elves materials on the market very rare.

The stall owner happily ordered five Galleons and handed them to Lien, who also handed the arm to the stall owner.

"Happy transaction." Lien shook the Galleons in his hand, said to the stall owner, then turned around and left directly.

Snape was waiting for Rean in a dark alley. He was leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets, and he kept stroking the iron box where the resurrection stone ring was stored.

Seeing Rean walking in swaggeringly, Snape raised his eyelids slightly, looked at Rean and said, "Is everything done?"

"Of course, we can go back. We are really tired today. Let's go back and take a bath, sleep and have sweet dreams. Tomorrow will be a good day again," said Rean.

Although I don't know what kind of medicine Li En's gourd sells, I am indeed a little tired today.

Especially the things in his pockets. Now Snape just wanted to put them in an absolutely safe place, a place where no one but him could find them.

"I will pay you as soon as possible. Go back now. The Hogwarts kitchen is behind a fruit painting not far from the Hufflepuff lounge. You can go there to find some food to fill your stomach." Nepe said.

The two apparated to the entrance of Hogwarts, and then entered Hogwarts together.

"What on earth are you doing, Rean." The gate of Hogwarts was still a little far away from the castle, and Snape couldn't help but ask as the two walked together.

"I'm waiting for Mr. Malfoy to come to me to discuss compensation." Lean said.

"Are you so sure that Malfoy will come to you?" Snape couldn't help but ask when he saw that Lean was so sure.

"As long as Mr. Malfoy is not stupid, he will naturally come to me."

"What if he doesn't come?" Snape said coldly, although he knew that Malfoy would definitely come to Lean.

Rean then paused, looked at Snape and said, "Professor, let's make a bet. I bet Malfoy will come to me, how about that?"

"Gambling is not a good habit, and it's in front of my own dean. But I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you go for now." How could Snape be fooled like this? This kid is smarter than a fox.

"Alas." Lien sighed, as if he was sighing for missing such a good opportunity.

"If Malfoy doesn't come, maybe some enthusiastic people will write to Professor Dumbledore. The Daily Prophet is also a good choice. I heard that there is a reporter named Rita Skeeter who writes well. Maybe that kind person will contact her."

Rean said as he walked.

"That's not right. The letter may be a little too deliberate. Maybe there were some gossipy wizards talking next to them while they were eating. Or maybe, this kind of thing, who knows, I'm not a fortune teller."

Snape now almost understood what Rean meant by what he did.

The purpose of modifying Robert's memory was to allow Robert to prove that the two of them were indeed out on business today. Selling severed arms on the street is partly for the eyes of the Malfoy family's spies planted in Knockturn Alley, in order to tell the Malfoy family: I survived, and I have evidence in hand. If you don't want things to get too big, You have to come to me to negotiate.

Second, this allows wizards all over the street to become witnesses, even if they are inconvenient to disclose their identities.

But as soon as the report comes out, they will naturally think of the amputated arm. Will you be able to resist talking to your friends?

You know, as long as three people know a secret, it is not a secret.

As for the problem that the seller is not Rean, that is too easy. Who among the wizards who hang out in Knockturn Alley doesn't know about Polyjuice Potion?