Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

As the largest gathering place for dark wizards, Tumbledown Alley is still somewhat capable of being built in Diagon Alley.

At least the Ministry of Magic has encircled it several times, but not once.

Some of the power-ups and precious materials that cannot be traded on the bright side can be purchased in Tumbledown Alley.

Even some of the various props made of human organs are readily available.

Lorne, dressed in a black robe, slowly passed the small, dark path.

Tumbledown Alley has arrived.

It's a depressed-looking street, with dilapidated house numbers, crumbling houses...

The foul smell in the air made Lorne frown unconsciously, even with a mask.

The wizards roaming the streets were not surprised by Lorne's outfit, and wizards like him were found on the street every day.

After all, there are some deals that don't see the light of day.

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

There is also a part of the sale of materials for curses and potions.

He remembered that his Tom senior used to work here, and it seemed to be a prop seller.

The owner of the store that can attract talents like Tom to work is probably a little capable.

Lorne wanders the dirty streets of Tumbledown Alley.

He stopped abruptly as he passed by a huge shop called Borgin Bock.

Compared to other shops, this store has a much cleaner appearance, at least there are no holes or patches, and the area is also large.

"Borgin Bock?"

Somewhat familiar.

Lorne's pale blue eyes looked at the good-looking shop.

Creak!

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

After one glance at Lorne, he turned and stepped into a dark corner, where he quickly vanished.

"Guest, come in and have a look?"

At this time, a hoarse, gloomy voice rang out, drawing Lorne's gaze to the past.

"Oh, it's still a little wizard, that's rare."

It was a wizard with messy hair and a very old look, with a chilling sneer on his face and eyes fixed on Lorne's figure.

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

"You can call me that." Mr. Borgin chuckled darkly, "Of course, you can also call me Karaktakus Bock. "

"Would you like to come in and see the goods?"

As he spoke, he picked up a bottle of pink potion, and Lorne's enhanced vision made it clear the words.

Aphrodisiacs.

Lorne thought for a moment, then walked inside.

If he's not mistaken, Tom should have worked here.

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

"What is needed?" He turned to his side to reveal the merchandise behind him.

On a mat in a glass case, there is a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained cards, and a glazed eyeball.

Hideous masks peer down the walls, various human bones lay on the counters, and rusty, toothed instruments hung from the ceiling.

It's packed with enough stuff to make a little kid have nightmares every day, and it doesn't look like a serious place.

"How much is that bottle of aphrodisiac just now?"

Lorne asked, looking at Borgin with a sneer.

"Hey, I didn't expect a young wizard of your age to need such a thing."

"You're going to be a good dark wizard in the future."

Bo Jin quipped, then held out five fingers.

"Fifty gold Galleons!"

A bottle of aphrodisiac actually costs fifty gold galleons?

The corners of Lorne's mouth curled.

"Do you have any compound potions here?"

He asked again.

"Compound potions? That's a tough thing to do. Bo Jin pondered for a while and said, "A bottle of one hundred and seventy gold Galleons, half a month to pick up." "

How can compound pills be so expensive?

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

"I have three bottles of compound potions here, can you accept them here?"

Coming back to his senses, Lorne asked softly as he looked at Bogin.

"Don't make fun of me, you little, this is Tumbledown Alley."

Borgin glanced at Lorne with a frown, believing that the little wizard was sincere in causing trouble.

How could a young wizard have a compound potion, and no one in the vicinity except Severus Snape would sell a compound potion here.

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

And this glance almost made Bo Jin's eyes pop out.

Silent mantra, no, it's not important.

The wizard didn't wave his wand just now! He saw it clearly.

Casting spells without a wand?

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

"Do you accept these three bottles 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 it.

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 a spell with his wand, Bojin finally verified.

"It's indeed a compound potion, three bottles, four hundred gold galleons!"

Bojin gave the price.

"Deal!"

Lorne didn't bother to bargain and just bought it out.

As a heavy bag of gold gallons was placed on the table, Lorne put it into the other dimension.

Again performed a hand in front of Bokin.

"Can I show you your merchandise?"

Lorne asked Bogin, who was fiddling with the other two vials.

"Whatever."

Bogin, who was testing the quality of the potion, didn't have time to talk to him.

There are very few compound potions circulating in the market, first, because they are time-consuming, and secondly, the skills required are too cumbersome to make without detailed notes or teachers.

So far, the only person who can sell this potion is Snape, who doesn't come once every six months.

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

On one counter is a white necklace and a warning sign next to the counter.

"Beware: don't touch, you've been spelled—it's taken the lives of nineteen Muggles."

A cursed necklace?

Interesting.

After two glances, Lorne turned and walked to the other side.

A withered arm, corroded bones, a cursed thumb...

Most of them are used to hurt people.

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

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

The scales have reappeared?

No, the range of the Thunder Scale is much larger.

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

"What's going on?"

Lorne muttered to himself.

He could feel his magic craving something.

"Thunderbolt, a magic item for storing lightning."

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

"It's not very useful except for making you feel numb and relaxed."

"But if you break this ball, be careful of being killed by the lightning that you have been summoned."

After listening to Bokin's explanation, a flash of understanding flashed across Lorne's face.

Their own magic is eager to devour these thunderbolts.