Alex frowned and before he could even turn around, the man was outside.
"Hello sir, I am Rowler Goldylock and I'll be the one taking care of the transaction. Please come in."
There was no one in the vicinity other than the receptionist and the man. Alex stared at the man for a few seconds before nodding. He walked in and conjured a chair before sitting on it while Rowler took his seat.
"May I ask this gentleman how much you are willing to sell?"
Alex tapped the desk as his thoughts were on a run inside, "A hundred kilograms."
"A hundred kilograms you say…. Isn't that a bit too less for someone who has the philosopher's stone?"
"As I expected… I have more than two tonnes of gold. But are you going to buy it peacefully, mister Bowler?"
"The name, is Rowler. And to answer your question, yes. I am willing to do things peacefully if I can get what I want."
"I wonder what you want? The stone?"
"No mister… owner. I simply want a single drop of the elixir of life."
"A single drop huh, quite greedy I would say. I can sell a single drop for more than hundreds of millions of galleons and you ask for it so easily." Alex said as he took out his wand.
"You see, I have been trying to steal that stone for more than a hundred years. I, Rowler Goldylock am willing to kill for the stone. Trust me, you do not want to fight a wizard who has lived for more than a century."
"Pfft. Ah, sorry about that. I just found it funny that you have been looking for the stone for more than a hundred years while I stole it from under the noses of both Dumbledore and You Know Who in just a year's time.
You see, if all the old fogies like you were so strong, people like Grindelwald and Voldemort wouldn't be able to rise to power."
"How dare y-"
"Imperio." Alex muttered as he quickly pointed his wand at the man, not giving him enough time to react.
Rowler frowned as he seemed to be fighting the curse which made Alex click his tongue in annoyance.
'Looks like this wand is not suitable for dark magic. I thought I could go on without buying a wand until I made my own, but looks like I was wrong.'
He pointed his wand at Rowler, 'Stupefy.'
The stunner hit the man and was way more effective than the imperious. Alex snatched Rowler's wand and examined it before he grinned happily.
"Ah, looks like this is fate. Dragon heartstring and pinewood huh. Pinewood is one of the best wood types for non-verbal magic and Dragon heartstring… produces some of the most powerful magic.
Pretty good I'd say, and it also doesn't reject a new owner, hehe."
He pointed the wand at the table and half a second later, the table turned into a dog statue.
"Nice. Now, imperio." He muttered as he pointed the wand at Rowler.
The unconscious man woke up and looked at him without a word while Alex stared back.
"Alright, take my gold and give me the galleons in return. Two tonnes and eight hundred kilos of Gold."
Rowler nodded and began scribbling stuff on a paper. Alex took a look and saw that he was calculating the price.
[A/N: Looks like this chap and the pervious one has some information that is unnecessary but some people demand it. So here it is:
1kg = 32.1 troy ounces
1 troy ounce of gold = 360 pounds (1990's approx)
1kg gold = 11556 pounds
700 kg gold = 8,089,200 pounds
2800 kg gold = 32,356,800 pounds
Now, 1 galleon = 5 pounds (according to Rowling. It may vary but I'll be considering 5 pounds in my calculations.)
32,356,800 pounds = 6,471,360 Galleons]
After everything was done, Rowler looked at him, "The gold, please."
Alex gave him the ring while giving him instructions mentally,
'Gold is in the ring. Take it all and put all the galleons inside.'
Rowler nodded before heading off. While Alex waited, he observed the wand as he felt a sort of resistance while he put Rowler under his control.
'Hmm… doesn't suit me, I guess. Is it the wood of the wand core? Maybe it's the combination of both…'
Time slowly passed and Rowler arrived after almost half an hour. He gave Alex the ring and stood still.
Alex had a weird grin as he dispelled the curse.
Rowler seemed confused at first but then he understood what happened when he saw his wand in Alex's hand.
"Give me back my wand!"
"Mister Rowler, let's make a deal. Oh, and before that, let me tell you that you have absolutely no fucking ability to beat me. So, what do you say? Deal or no?"
"What's the deal…?" Rowler asked, his voice small as he accepted reality.
"It's simple. I'll give you what you want and in return, you be my underling for ten years."
"The elixir of life… can you do five years?"
"You old fart, I'm already doing you a favour by only asking ten years. Do you know how many years of life a single drop can grant you?"
"A hundred years…."
"Yeah. Now tell me, how many years did I ask from you?"
"Ten."
"Good. Now, I can make it eight if you answer my question."
"What is it?" Rowler asked expectantly, hoping that he knew the answer to the question.
"You are the main head of Hunters Den, aren't you?"
"Wha… How did you…"
"Your daughter has your eyes, mister Rowler. And… both of your toe nails are black in colour… seems to be connected to a curse but that is none of my concern."
Rowler sighed and didn't speak for a while, "Yes. I own this place and all the other branches in the world."
Smiling, Alex nodded. He rubbed his chin for a few seconds before taking out a parchment and a quill.
"Do you accept the conditions, Rowler? Eight years of servitude for one drop of the elixir."
"I accept the conditions." He muttered, feeling uneasy.
Alex nodded and began writing. The ink looked like human blood as it was slowly absorbed by the surface of the parchment.
"Oh Rowler, can you go and get me some muggle whisky please?" asked Alex while he continued writing.
"Why a muggle one?"
"Harsh truth is that they make way better whisky compared to us magical folks. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes. I'll go get it right away." He muttered and left the place.
Alex took out his wand and cast a few spells that created borders with extremely small letters that formed meaningful sentences. After the writing was done, everything was covered with a black border.
'That should do. Sorry Rowler, but I don't do deals that aren't profitable.'