Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Borkin' Bork's store is the largest store in Knockturn Alley.

The owner of the shop, Borgin Bork, whose real name is Caractacus Bork, is an old wizard who is always hunched over and whose hair is as greasy as Snape's kelp head.

This is a rather smooth wizard, and his voice is as greasy as his hair.

Hearing the movement in front of the door, he looked up and saw two middle-aged wizards disguised as Sherlock and Dumbledore walking in from the door. A flattering smile appeared on Mr. Burke's lips subconsciously.

"Two guests, welcome to my store, what do you want?"

Sherlock didn't say anything. He immediately released his control area after entering the door.

Even the largest store in Knockturn Alley only covers an area of ​​less than 100 square meters. At the moment when the domain expands, everything here is completely hidden from him.

The person responsible for communicating with Mr. Burke is Dumbledore. .

He still had that gentle smile on his face, and paired with that middle-aged face, he gave people the impression of a good old guy who was easy to bully.

"My name is Percival Riddle, and this is John Riddle, my brother. We have always lived in Yorkshire."

Mr. Burke looked at Dumbledore with his old eyes. The smile on his face remained unchanged, but his gaze became obviously obscure.

"Oh~ It's Mr. Riddle. Your last name feels a little strangely familiar to me."

Dumbledore put his elbows on the counter and drew closer to Mr. Burke. He deliberately lowered his voice.

"We have an uncle who has been missing for several years, Mr. Bock. He is my father's younger brother. He disappeared in the 1950s. Now that my father is older, he just wants to know who this brother was. Your current situation, whether he is still there or not. After some investigation, we brothers found that my uncle named Tom Riddle worked for you for a period of time before he disappeared while traveling around the world in 1948, so I thought Ask about him from you."

Mr. Burke's cloudy eyes didn't seem to have changed at all after listening to Dumbledore's story. He was quiet for a few seconds, and then he frowned dully and knocked on his head.

"Sorry, the old man is old and has a bad memory..."

The smile on Dumbledore's face did not change at all, and he still looked at Mr. Burke who only spoke half of his words with that calm look.

"However, in my impression, I did recruit an outstanding young man. His surname was Riddle. Well, an enthusiastic and cheerful young man who graduated from Gryffindor House at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, the smile on his face faded, and then he turned around to leave.

"Then it seems we made a mistake, Mr. Burke. Our family all graduated from Slytherin College. Although my uncle has a cheerful personality, he is not enthusiastic. But after all, Riddle is not a person. A niche surname..."

However, before he had even taken a step toward the door with Sherlock, Mr. Burke behind the counter showed an expression of sudden realization.

"Ah, yes, that young man graduated from Slytherin. Sorry, that's what happens when people get old. It's easy to forget many things. It's a pity that pensieves are too expensive, otherwise every elderly person in the wizarding world would be confused. Should be equipped with a..."

Dumbledore and Sherlock naturally turned around again,

Sherlock still had a cold face and said nothing, and Dumbledore had that gentle smile on his face again.

"This is normal, Mr. Bock. My father is about the same age as you. Sometimes he can't even touch the door of the house. But as long as you can think back on it, this is a good thing. I hope you can provide something for us brothers." help,"

Mr. Bock had a troubled expression on his face.

"I also want to help you, but recently some things cannot be sold, which makes me very distressed. You should also understand that when an old man is preoccupied with how to make money to make a living, he will inevitably not be able to think of some things. thing."

This is not a hint, it can be said to be an explicit statement.

The smile on Dumbledore's face slowly faded, but it didn't disappear completely.

He gently took out a cloth bag from his pocket, and then countless small golden particles spilled from the bag onto the ground.

Those golden beans, which were as big as soybeans, all seemed to have grown legs and came to life. They ran and climbed, swarmed up to the counter in front of Bock, and then transformed into golden gallons in front of him. Ten pieces were piled up into a column, and a total of ten columns were piled up on the glass counter.

"Of course I know the rules, Mr. Bock. There is never pie in the sky in Knockturn Alley. You don't have to give us any unsellable goods. The money is the cost for us to buy the news. If you still feel that it is less If so, let’s forget about it today.”

Looking at the gold coins shining with golden luster in front of him, a trace of greed flashed in Bock's eyes. www.biqugétν

He picked up a piece from the pile of gold galleons. With his sophisticated eyes, he could naturally determine at a glance that it was not a deceptive thing like a leprechaun gold coin, but a genuine gold galleons.

And the hand Dumbledore had just shown in front of him was nothing more than a warning.

There are not many wizards who can perform such a transformation without reciting a spell or using a wand, which also found a step to stop Burke's greed.

"This is already a very reasonable price, Mr. Riddle, uu reading books Thank you for providing some financial assistance to an elderly person who is self-reliant, and I will certainly tell you everything I know, hoping to provide a little help to your journey to find your relatives."

Without seeing him make any move, all the gold galleons on the counter disappeared in front of Dumbledore and Sherlock.

Obviously, it is impossible to get the money back after it has been sent, and Burke also spoke in his greasy voice, telling Dumbledore and Sherlock the story of the young man named Tom Riddle who used to work in his store.

"To be honest, your uncle left a very deep impression on me."

After getting the money, Burke didn't even pretend, and said with a very thick skin and a bachelor.

"He was the best student among the graduates of Hogwarts that year. The Ministry of Magic opened its doors to him. Many departments were vying for him, but in the end he chose to come to me to apply for a job, saying that he wanted to be an apprentice in my shop." New to provide you with the fastest update of "Nothing but a Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts", Chapter 360 Tom Riddle's Two Nephews is free to read.

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