The Evil God of Hogwarts

John had made up his mind to follow Xing Ze to investigate Knockturn Alley, not only because Xing Ze needed a guide, but also because of the things that tortured his conscience.

He turned out to be very conscientious. John smiled self-deprecatingly, it seemed like he was quite drunk.

"Where did they go first? He remembers the bartender mentioning Sweet Home?"

Xing Ze thought about it and replied: "Isn't it a little early to go to the brothel at that time?"

"I'm really a master of bad jokes."

The two walked into the second-leg shop, and John said to Corey: "It's time to show their customers the good stuff, Corey."

Corey stood up and showed a meaningful smile, and then he twisted the ink bottle on the east counter. There was a clicking sound in the store, and a secret door appeared on one side of the wall.

"Just like those spy movies." Xing Ze said to himself.

John was used to the strange words thrown out by the young man from time to time. He was indeed more like a Muggle than a wizard, a troublesome Muggle.

Xing Ze followed John into the secret door and stepped into the spiral staircase heading east. The smell of tar and burning wood came to his nose, and the torch above his head made a crackling sound, lighting up the way forward.

Following the smell, they came to a underground storage room. John patted his legs, and the outside suddenly became bright.

Xing Ze saw the objects stacked on a stone table—all kinds of magic items, including bottles of potions.

"Pick out a few good ones," John said. "He'll ask Corey to give me a good price."

"Most of the stuff in there is on the Prohibited List of the Office for the Misuse of Magic."

"Come on, kid, that list is bullshit compared to their career risks. Did you see anything?"

Xing Ze picked up a bottle of magic potion, Agripa's demon potion, which allows wizards to quickly gather fire elements in a short period of time. Even new wizards can successfully use advanced flame magic. Are there any side effects? Prone to occur naturally in the human body.

In addition, he saw flaming cigarettes, exploding cigars, poisonous cigarettes, red cloaks, glass slippers...

Haha, it's really complete. That pile of stuff is enough to blow up most of Knockturn Alley, Xing Ze thought to himself. He picked and selected two bottles of potions and some gadgets.

Magic items are expensive, not to mention contraband items. Even if John promised to give him a discount, Xing Ze couldn't stop his legs in time when he thought of Corey.

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"Li Yi is one hundred and twenty galleons." Corey said.

Xing Ze looked at John aside, probably wanting him to explain the meaning of discount, but John turned his head without shame.

"He thought I could give him a discount, Mr. Corey. As a last resort, Xing Ze had to force out a smile and said.

"Oh, sir, he gave it." Corey also smiled back, "He removed the ten Sickles and Nine Nuts at the back."

"How generous." Xing Ze's mouth twitched, "May the devil protect me."

Before going to Mitte Antique Shop, Xing Ze changed his clothes, messed up his hair, and followed John's suggestion and wiped some mud on his face.

The Disguise Curse is a high-level transformation technique. Although he has a good relationship with Professor McGonagall, Xing Ze really has no talent in transformation, so the trip to Knockturn Alley is indeed full of dangers.

"Hey, am I sure what to do?" John confirmed to Xing Ze again.

"Not sure." Xing Ze answered honestly, and then stepped into Knockturn Alley, and the familiar smell enveloped him again.

Mitte's Antique Shop was right in the middle of Knockturn Alley. They were lucky that the members of the Oil Gang who passed by from time to time did not miss Xing Ze's interest.

Suddenly, before he was about to reach the door of the antique shop, John suddenly pulled him over and turned him into the dark alley next to him.

"Acquaintance?" Xing Ze looked towards the antique store and saw several members of the Oil Gang surrounding a man in a suit walking out of the antique store.

"Smiley Charlie." John motioned for Xing Ze to look away. "The waxy-faced right-hand man. He is responsible for many trivial matters in Knockturn Alley, such as candy trading."

"His name sounds pretty good."

"No? He likes to kill people with a smile. Killing people probably brings him pleasure." John pulled Xing Ze and walked inside. "Keep walking, they are coming."

When Smiley Charlie passed through the dark alley, the two of them returned to the street, hiding among the locals, and slowly walked into the antique shop.

The store was dark, with no customers, and only a few magic chandeliers shimmering. An old man with a red beard walked behind the dusty counter, surrounded by all kinds of strange things. He didn't seem very happy to see the visitors.

"Isidore, am I fine?" John greeted warmly, as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

The old man snorted disdainfully and said in a hoarse voice: "Put away my false kindness, J. What did I ask for a pawn that time?"

"Hey, Isidor, don't be so unkind. He has helped me a lot, remember, the Devil's Net time."

"Shut up, J, shouldn't I come to settle old accounts like that?" Isidore turned his attention to Xing Ze.

"Of course, of course, let bygones be bygones, he brought me a friend."

"Friend? What else am I planning?"

"How much do you want for those black irons?" Xing Ze asked as he took a few pieces of black metal from the shelf.

A smile appeared on Isido's face immediately, "Twelve ounces per ounce, how much can I ask for?"

Black iron is a common metal in the magical world. Its hardness is comparable to mechanical structural steel, but its texture is much lighter. It is often used to make puppet connecting components and metal magic items.

"That's all I want." Xing Ze walked to the counter and placed the black iron piece in his leg on the counter.

Isido took the iron piece and weighed it, and quickly calculated a price, which was much more expensive than the one in Cross Corner Alley, but Xing Ze paid the price happily.

"Learn a lesson, J. He welcomes guests, not drunkards." Isido took the opportunity to scold John, "So, new friend, he thinks I shouldn't just come to buy black iron, right?"

Xing Ze nodded and put the black iron into the ring, "I want to ask you something."

"Ask for advice? Oh, haha, it's very polite of me to shut up." Isido pushed up his reading glasses, "If it's about antiques and jewelry, he's happy to share his shallow advice."

"What if it's about people?"

Isidor looked at John and asked after a long time: "J, do I have anything to ask for?"

John, who was browsing the shelves, turned around and replied nonchalantly: "Dunn Eric, he knows that I don't like him very much, so he came to ask if there is anything they can do to help."

"When did I become so kind? Didn't I drink before? Did I drink too much?"

"Hey, old friend." John put the rosary beads in his lap back on the shelf, "Don't be so intimidating, help each other."

Thanks to Qianzhuan Qianqian, book friend 150710202119852, Qiuying_91 for the recommendation vote