Chapter 200 Body Transformation
After a wave of bargaining, Rove bought the disappearing cabinet, allowing Bo Jin to directly "tearful" a net profit of 600 Galleons.
The old hag paid the payment carefully. Although she was very unhappy, she still forced a smile on her face, pressing her old face hard on Rove's cold ass.
Bo Jin looked at the two strange customers in front of him. The old witch seemed to be coerced by the boy to pay.
Well...it has nothing to do with him!
Borgin-Bock shop is not only a pawn shop, but also an antique shop, and also a black magic shop... There are all kinds of surprises, you can sell anything, you can buy anything, as long as the price is negotiated, you will pay for it and deliver it.
Just like Malfoy not long ago, who came to sell dark magic items, even if those items were traced by the Ministry of Magic, they would accept them all.
Similarly, they don't care where the customer's money comes from, even if it was just robbed from Gringotts...as long as it's real Galleons!
Rove picked out a few more small items. Although they were not expensive, they were worth a hundred and eighty Galleons... The atmosphere between the two parties became more and more harmonious.
Bo Jin also went to the backstage to pour a few cups of coffee. When he came back, he found another girl came in, and he didn't pay much attention to it.
Shirley made eye contact with Rove, and then sat down beside him.
"Mr. Bojin, I'm actually very interested in the Big Four." Rove finally spoke, revealing the real purpose of the trip.
"Come here today, just want to see their magic items, do you have them here? For example, Ravenclaw's crown, Gryffindor's great sword, etc."
The corner of Bo Jin's mouth twitched, if they had crowns and swords in their store, it would be fine...
"The magic items left by Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are too few, and once they are found, they are all in demand and cannot be kept." Borgin shook his head and said:
"We did have a Slytherin locket in our store before, but it was quickly bought at a high price."
"Where are the items from the Hufflepuff family?" Rove asked softly:
"The Smith family is the descendant of the Hufflepuff family. The famous collector Hepzibah Smith was said to have collected a lot of Hufflepuff treasures.
After her death, the collection is said to have been sold to Borgin-Bock shop. "
"That's right." Bojin admitted frankly. "We do have the Hepzibah Smith collection in our store."
This news was actually spread by them back then, so that Smith's relics could be sold at high prices.
How much an item can be worth sometimes does not necessarily depend on its own value, the key is to be able to tell a story.
You see, Gryffindor's sword is so famous... To put it bluntly, isn't it a sword forged by a goblin a thousand years ago?
This kind of goblin sword is not a small number for goblins, but why is it not famous?
Nobody can tell a story!
"Do you still have the Hepzibah Smith collection in your store?" Rove asked.
"Over the past few decades, it has been sold out, and only a few insignificant items are still left in the warehouse." Bo Jin regretted.
Rove pressed: "Is there a register? I want to see what is there."
Bo Jin took a deep look at the boy. He didn't seem to be shopping, but more like looking for the relics of Hepzibah Smith.
Bojin didn't care too much, because such wizards often came to the door, some were looking for so-called treasures, and some were looking for magical items lost by the family.
When dealing with these ancient magic families, you can always encounter various problems.
Since the boy had just bought the Vanishing Cabinet, he didn't mind giving the customer a little help at this time.
For Bojin, this is just a piece of cake, but customers may be very grateful... Why not do such a beneficial and cost-effective thing?
"Bieber." Borgin yelled, and as the words fell, a house elf appeared in the room.
Borgin whispered a few words, and the house-elf disappeared, but after a while, he reappeared, still holding a thick booklet.
"It's all here." Bo Jin said softly: "All the items left over from Smith's old house are recorded here one by one."
Rove looked down at the booklet, his speed was very fast, it looked more like quantum speed reading, and he was as fast as a young lady at the bank counting hundred-dollar bills.
In Bo Jin's eyes, a teenager is not reading a book, he is clearly flipping through a book, okay?
The old hag couldn't stop laughing, the bumbling guy... really thinks he has a photographic memory?
But who knew that Rove would turn back to a page in the middle after reading it once, and he whispered:
"Excuse me, who did you sell this portrait to?"
Borgin glanced at the photograph, which showed a house-elf cleaning a little gold cup.
Bo Jin's pupils constricted suddenly, and he apologized in a smooth voice: "It's been too long, and I don't remember."
Rove raised his eyebrows.
In the original time and space, this shop clearly remembers the fact that Tom Riddle's mother sold the Slytherin locket... This registered portrait, but who does it sell to?
Luo Fu was not in a hurry, he said with a smile: "Since you don't remember it, forget it, and when you remember it, you must tell me.
I will bring the elders of my family to come again in the future! "
It seems that Dumbledore and Nico have to come to this shop specially to help Mr. Bokin remember well.
After the group left, Bo Jin looked at the portrait with deep eyes, his face was gloomy and uncertain.
Soon, the three of them walked to the door of the store, and the old witch asked tremblingly, "Can I go? You agreed..."
"You can go." Rove nodded, whistled, and the salamander jumped back onto the boy's head.
The old witch hurriedly stepped down the steps and left in a hurry, but at this moment, a young witch passed her by, and the witch raised her wand and shouted:
"Don't move!"
The old witch jumped up in fright, and said in amazement: "What?!"
"I'm an Auror." Tonks took out his ID and said, "I received a report and suspected that you attacked the little wizard. Come with me to the Ministry of Magic."
The old witch changed her face, then looked at the young wizard with a bright smile, and said angrily, "Your words don't count."
"I meant to let you go, but you were caught by an Auror again, so it's none of my business." Rove spread his hands and said, "I can't control you forever, can I?"
"You connected so well, and you said it has nothing to do with you?!"
"It's really okay, I just passed by accidentally." Tonks said seriously, "Hey, I look familiar to you..."
"You may be wrong." The old witch blocked her face.
"Your face is so obvious, let me see if you are wanted..."
Tonks took out a booklet and flipped through it. Compared with the photos, she suddenly said excitedly:
"Yes, there is a reward of one thousand Galleons."
"So many." Rove was a little surprised.
"This guy has trafficked many little wizards!" Tonks punched the old hag hard on the cheek: "I hate human traffickers like you the most."
After chatting for a while, Tonks left in a hurry, wanting to send the old hag back to the Ministry of Magic.
After all, it's Rove's one thousand gold galleon, and her small achievement of becoming a full-time employee... can't be lost.
Rove and Shirley walked along the road towards Diagon Alley. The girl said softly, "Tonks looks quite interesting."
"Yeah, don't look at her being stupid and messy, but she is quite nice. Write her a letter and she will come right away." Luo Fu smiled and said:
"By the way, did you know that Tonks is still a Transformmagus."
"I know." Shirley looked normal, nodded and said: "When Professor McGonagall taught me Transfiguration, he mentioned it to me a few times."
Luo Fu looked envious, and said, "You can change your appearance at will, if only I can do it too."
Xue Li looked at the boy's expression, and asked with a smile, "Are you envious?"
"Of course, that's Transfiguration Magus!" Rove looked at the blue sky and said, "Aren't you envious?"
Shirley's eyes were clear and bright, she shook her head and smiled, "Fortunately, I'm not too envious."
Rove nodded her head lightly, "You can't pretend to agree with me, it will appear that we are not in tune."
The girl with the ponytail turned her head and smiled.
She hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "Actually, ordinary wizards can also transform themselves into another person's appearance through transfiguration."
Rove gasped in surprise and asked, "Really?"
"Really." Shirley explained earnestly: "A wizard who has mastered the body transformation technique can do... the effect is exactly the same as that of Disguise Magus."
"Body Transfiguration... How old is this?" Rove asked curiously.
"Sixth grade content." Shirley said with a grin: "Of course, even if you learn it, it will be difficult to achieve the level of freedom to become someone else, and it will take a lot of practice.
Many wizards never master Transfiguration in their lifetime. "
"Sixth grade." Rove sighed softly. He was only in the second grade, so he started discussing the sixth grade curriculum with Shirley?
Did he drift away, or did Shirley think too highly of his Transfiguration talent?
Shirley kept walking, and suddenly turned her head to look at the boy, and said with a bright smile, "Rofe, you bet with Hermione every day, do you dare to bet with me?"
Rove raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the bet?"
"Before the summer vacation comes, I can use Transfiguration to change into your appearance, so I win, okay?" Shirley said softly.
Rove looked into the girl's eyes for a moment, then he suddenly said: "Xue Li, you have already learned the body transformation technique, and then you deliberately cheated."
"No." Shirley squinted her eyes and smiled into a crescent moon. "I only learned the content of the fifth grade, and I'm still far away from body transfiguration... I lied to you like a puppy."
The word "talent"... made Rove almost vomit blood.
Shirley's eyes glistened, and she said softly, "Will you bet or not... You won't just bet with Hermione, right?"
"..."
Hey, the goddamn desire to win!
"What's the bet?" Rove asked.
"Bet." The girl with ponytail walked briskly, she suddenly smiled and said:
"I haven't made up my mind yet... I'll talk about it when I win."
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(This chapter is a bit ridiculously late, I fell asleep last night. The 3,000-word chapter barely made up for Yaya's regret.)