Hogwarts: The opening frog brings back the Dragon Destroying Crystal

As the largest gathering place for dark wizards, Overturned Alley is still somewhat capable of being able to build in Diagon Alley.

At least the Ministry of Magic has surrounded this place many times, but not once.

Some magic items and precious materials that cannot be traded on the bright side can be purchased in Tumbling Alley.

Even some human organs are made of various props.

Lorne wore a black robe and slowly passed through the narrow and dark road.

Tipping down the alley arrived.

It’s a very depressed-looking street, with dilapidated house numbers, crumbling houses…

The unpleasant smell in the air made Lorne frown unconsciously, even if he was wearing a mask, he could smell this stench.

The wizards who roam the streets are not at all surprised by Lorne’s dress, and wizards like him are found on this street every day.

After all, there are some transactions that are not honorable.

Lorne looked around, and unlike the many types of shops in Diagon Alley, at a glance, at least half of them were selling magic items.

There is also a section that sells materials for curses and potions.

He remembered that his senior Tom used to work here, as if he was still a prop seller.

The owner of a store that can attract talents like Senior Tom to work is estimated to have some skills.

Lorne strolled through the filthy streets of Overturned Alley.

When he passed a huge shop called Borgin Bock, he suddenly stopped.

Compared with other stores, this store is much cleaner on the outside, at least there are no holes and patches, and the area is also very large.

“Borgin Bock?”

Somewhat familiar.

Lorne looked at the good-looking store with a pair of pale blue eyes.

Creak!

With a tooth-biting sound, the door of the shop was opened, and a wizard wearing a black turban walked out holding a shrunken skull.

After glancing at Lorne, he turned and walked into the dark corner, and soon disappeared.

“Guest, come in and take a look?”

At this time, a hoarse gloomy voice sounded, attracting Lorne’s gaze.

“Oh, it’s still a little wizard, it’s really rare.”

It was a wizard with messy hair and a very old looking man, with a chilling sneer on his face, and a pair of eyes staring at Lorne’s figure.

“Mr. Borgin?” Lorne glanced at the name of the store and asked tentatively.

“You can call me that.” Mr. Borgin smiled darkly, “Of course, you can also call me Karaktakus Bock.” ”

“Do you want to come in and see the goods?”

Saying that, he picked up a bottle containing pink potions, and Lorne’s enhanced vision immediately read the words on it.

Ecstasy.

Lorne thought for a moment and walked in.

If he remembered correctly, Senior Tom should have worked here.

When he walked into the store, he found Borgin leaning against the counter.

“What is needed?” He turned his body sideways to reveal the merchandise behind him.

On a cushion in a glass box is a withered human hand, a bloodstained stack of cards, and a sluggish glass eyeball.

Hideous masks glared down on the walls, various human bones were placed on the counters, and rusty pointed instruments hung from the ceiling.

The things in it are enough to make a child have nightmares every day, and it doesn’t seem like a serious place.

“How much is that bottle of ecstasy medicine just now?”

Lorne asked as he looked at Borgin with a sneering face.

“Wow, I didn’t expect a young wizard of your age to need this kind of thing.”

“You will definitely become a good dark wizard in the future.”

Borgin quipped, then held out five fingers.

“Fifty gold gallons!”

A bottle of ecstasy medicine actually costs fifty gold gallons?

The corners of Lorne’s mouth couldn’t help but curl.

“Do you have a compound potion here?”

He asked again.

“Compound potions? That’s a hard thing to do. Bokin pondered for a while and said, “A bottle of one hundred and seventy gold gallons, half a month to pick up.” ”

Compound potions are actually so expensive?

Even Lorne, who had a guess in his heart, was taken aback.

“I have three bottles of compound potions here, can’t you collect them here?”

Coming back to his senses, Lorne looked at Borgin and asked softly.

“You little cub, don’t make fun of me, this is Overturned Alley.”

Borgin glanced at Lorne with a frown, thinking that this little wizard was sincerely here to make trouble.

How could a little wizard have a compound potion, and no one in the neighborhood would sell a compound potion except Severus Snape.

Looking at Bojin who was about to bombard, Lorne directly waved his sleeves, and I don’t know when three bottles of viscous liquid appeared on the table.

And this look almost made Borgin open his eyes.

Silent mantra, no, it’s not important.

This wizard didn’t wave his wand just now! He saw it clearly.

Cast a spell without a staff?

Even Borgin, who has lived for so many years, has never seen such an incredible ability.

“These three bottles, can you collect them here?” Lorne asked.

Bo Jin, who came back to his senses, frowned and glanced at the little wizard in front of him.

After hesitating for a moment, he opened the compound potion and sniffed.

There is no problem with the taste.

His brow furrowed.

Then he took out a piece of paper and poured a little of the potion up.

After casting the spell with his wand, Borgin finally verified.

“It is indeed a compound potion, three bottles, four hundred gold gallons!”

Borgin gave the price.

“Deal!”

Lorne was too lazy to bargain and bought it directly.

As a heavy bag of gold gallons was placed on the table, Lorne put it away in the alien space.

Again performed a hand in front of Borgin.

“May I see your merchandise?”

Lorne asked Borgin who was fiddling with the other two bottles of potion.

“Whatever.”

Borgin, who was testing the quality of the potion, did not have time to deal with him.

Compound potions circulate very little in the market, one is time-consuming, and the other is that the skills required are too cumbersome, and it is impossible to make them without detailed notes or teachers.

So far, the only person who would sell this potion was Snape, who didn’t necessarily come once in half a year.

Lorne walked to the inside of the store and looked curiously.

On one counter was a crisp white necklace, and next to the counter was a warning sign.

“Beware: don’t touch, it’s been spelled 鈥?nineteen Muggles have already been killed.”

A cursed necklace?

Interesting.

After a couple of glances, Lorne turned and walked to the other side.

A dry arm, a corroded white bone, a cursed thumb…

Most of them are used to hurt people.

However, after walking to the potion material, Lorne suddenly felt the back of his hand burn.

He quickly lifted his wide sleeves, and the thunder scales on the back of his hand began to emit a magical blue light, accompanied by small arcs.

Scales appear again?

No, the range of thunder scales is greater.

The thunder scales that originally reached the wrist had spread to half of the forearm at this time.

“What’s going on?”

Lorne said to himself.

He could feel that his magic was longing for something.

“Thunderbolt ball, a magic item for storing lightning.”

At this time, Borgin came over and explained to him.

“This thing is of little use other than making people feel numb and relaxed.”

“But if you break this ball, be careful of being killed by the lightning that you provoke.”

After listening to Borgin’s explanation, a hint of clarity flashed on Lorne’s face.

Their own magic is eager to devour these thunderbolts.