Chương 104: Say It Again, and I'll Push Your Head Into the Cauldron!

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Did the Ministry not hire Dementors because they came free, year-round, and equipped with "torture devices"?

Ivan grumbled to himself, but decided to be magnanimous.

"Never mind, then. Let it rest for a day…we'll come back tomorrow."

It was enough for him to raise his Psionite Guard to Level 4. All he needed to do now was practice.

Doggett could see that Ivan was in a good mood, but given how long he had been fighting the Dementors, he offered his advice.

"It's fairly early. How about I show you around?"

Ivan nodded. He had been cooped up in the Dark Arts shop every day and couldn't go out.

Ivan had been trying to find out what Knockturn Alley looked like ever since he arrived, but he didn't have the courage to go out on his own, as he hadn't upgraded his Psalter to Level 4 yet.

"Come on, I think you'll like the place…" said Doggett mysteriously.

Yvonne was intrigued.

Doggett relocked the Dementor's case and placed protective enchantments around the empty room before leaving with Ivan.

"What if a patient comes later?" Yvonne asked, glancing over her shoulder.

"They'll sit tight and wait," said Doggett nonchalantly.

Those who were willing to come to the hospital were either special patients who had been injured for shady reasons, or Dark Wizards with criminal records.

No matter how long they had to wait!

It didn't take Ivan long to realise why Doggett had been so generous with his treatment. He wasn't afraid of rejection…

After about twenty minutes of walking, the path became more and more off-centre, and Ivan's brow furrowed.

Yvonne would have thought she was being trafficked if her memory hadn't told her that Douggart had known his mother for over ten years.

Within minutes, Ivan found himself surrounded by more pedestrians.

Further on, there was a large, dilapidated square, but it was very lively. On both sides of the square, many wizards sat on the ground with rags in front of them, on which were strange magical objects and materials…

"Is that what you're talking about?" Ivan asked, looking around curiously. He thought these wizards were like the street vendors at the night market in his previous life.

"I don't suppose your mother has brought you here yet, of course?" Dougett explained, glancing back at him.

"It's the Wizarding Market in Knockturn Alley. It's legal and illegal and everything. Everyone can find what they want there."

"No." Ivan shook his head, remembering that Alicia only took him to Diagon Alley occasionally.

"Did you buy your Dementors there?" Yvonne asked.

"In your dreams!" Dagget said, rolling his eyes. "It took me a lot of talking and a lot of gold Galleons to get that for a friend."

"You can't get them here, even if you wanted to," said Doggett haughtily, unaware that Ivan was muttering to himself.

What happened to selling everything? Liar!

"Take a look and see if there's anything you'd like… I'll pay for it, as a present," Dougart said, his eyes lighting up when he saw Ivan's face.

"Don't choose something too expensive…"

Yvonne ignored him and went to one of the stalls, where she knelt and picked up a bottle of blood.

It was a bottle of Thestrals Blood, accompanied by bottles labelled Dragon's Blood and Unicorn's Blood. Ivan was momentarily impressed by how easily he was able to purchase the items he had worked so hard for.

Upon contact, however, Ivan realised the difference.

[Blood of thestrals

Activity: extremely low

Description: This is the blood of an adult male Thestrals, containing the power of death.]

Ivan shook his head in disappointment when he saw the prompt in the system's toolbar. He put the bottle back. The blood was too weak and had been left there for too long to be used in the potion.

"A bottle of Dragon's Blood for 35 Galleons, 50 Galleons of Thestrals, 70 Galleons of Unicorns!"

The stall owner, an elderly witch with a pipe in her mouth, was wearing a pointy hat and blowing smoke out of her mouth. When she saw Ivan shaking his head, she leaned over and stared at him.

"But you look cute. How about I give you a thirty percent discount?"

Ivan leaned back quietly. He didn't know much about market prices, but he knew they were unusually high. A unicorn's horn in Diagon Alley was only twenty-one Galleons, but…

"Why is unicorn blood so much more expensive than the rest?" Ivan wondered.

"Have you ever heard of anyone owning a unicorn?" asked the elderly witch.

Yvonne understood. Dragons were bred in some places, and part of the Nightriders were tamed by wizards, so it was normal to charge a lower price.

"You haven't chosen yet?" Douggart asked as he came up to Ivan. He frowned when he saw the three bottles Ivan was looking at, then picked one up and placed some Galleons on the stall.

"Black market price, 11 Galleons worth of Nocturnal Blood. Let's buy this!"

The old witch's hand that was holding the cigarette shook violently. She raised her eyebrows and was about to curse, but when she looked up and saw who it was, she stopped and smacked her lips.

"Mad Dog Doggart?"

"Say that again and I'll put your head in a cauldron!" Douggart said, then threw down the money and dragged Ivan away from the stall.

"Why would you want to buy nocturnal blood? I'm just looking at it," Ivan said.

"Don't worry, it won't go to waste. Even if you don't need it, your mother will." Dougett winked at him.

Ivan's expression hardened, thinking that Doggett had discovered the secret of his blood fusion, but then he realised that Doggett was referring to the need for certain magical tools, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why did the old witch just call you that?"

"Well… sometimes having more intimidating nicknames can save you a lot of trouble…" Dougett explained casually with a twinkle in his eye.

Ivan didn't ask any more questions. After an afternoon together, he didn't see Doggett acting like a mad dog.

Could it be that he was drunk and enjoyed being drunk?

Yvonne looked at his drunken state and quietly moved away from him…

(P.S. The inventor of the Wolfsbane Potion was Belby's uncle Damocles Marcus, not Snape, as mentioned in Part VI of the book, as well as in the previous chapters. Also, as a comparison of prices, the horn, made from unicorn horn, was sold for 21 Galleons, and dragon liver was sold for 17 Sickles an ounce (28.350g).

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Chương 105: Ring of Magic

Biên tập viên: Atlas Studios

After walking around for a while, Ivan bought a lot of ingredients for brewing the potion.

Dark objects may not be easy to sell for some time, and in order to improve his family's business, he might want to try making some potions.

Due to his status as the former Vice-President of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Ivan sought advice on brewing and selling potions.

"You're going to sell potions?" said Doggett, stopping in his tracks.

"Look, it's never easy to brew a potion, and the difference between the two is like the difference between heaven and earth. You may have managed to brew some in your Potions class at Hogwarts, but it's nowhere near good enough to sell!"

"For a potion for sale, it requires not only remarkable effects, but also great stability, rather than leaving the purchaser in the dark as to how effective the potion is."

Doggett patiently explained the situation to Ivan, then advised him.

"If you're interested in Potions, I suggest that after you graduate, you work in the Potions Department at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries."

Ivan listened attentively, but he was confident in his potion-making skills, especially with the experience card mode, which allowed him to successfully brew a Bloodline-Fusion Potion that required a sixth-level potion.

"Alright, go take a look around by yourself. Don't get too far away. Call me if you need anything." Dougett seemed to have noticed something. He grabbed some Galleons from his pocket and stuffed them into Ivan's hands. After giving Ivan some instructions, he squeezed his way towards a busy stall.

Ivan accepted the money and did not refuse. He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to buy something. He would take it as a loan and return it when he had the money.

Ivan then glanced in Doggett's direction, where several wizards and goblins were playing cards, presumably a gambling den, and lost interest.

"Drinking…gambling…extortion. How did he get to be Deputy Dean in the first place?" Yvonne asked, shaking her head at the sight of Doggett sitting there in high spirits.

When Doggett was out of earshot, Ivan let loose and wandered around the Wizarding Market.

With the system's identifying features, Ivan thought he might find something good in the market.

Special price dragon liver seven Sickles an ounce…

The venom of the Acromantula is only sold for 60 Galleons…

…

There were all kinds of strange things on the stalls, and the sound of hawking was endless, many of which were far below the market price of Diagon Alley.

However, it was also a chaotic place where many of the products sold were fake and defective, making it difficult to tell the difference.

Ivan saw a Nimbus 2000 that only sold for sixty Galleons at a stall, but when he checked the system's Magical Items section, he found that it could only travel at a measly forty miles per hour.

In the end, Ivan only found something worth buying from an obscure stall.

It was a silver-white bracelet made of what appeared to be animal bones connected by a circular mark at the end of which seventeen magical inscriptions were arranged in a certain order.

This was something entirely new, something he didn't know about in the Ancient Characters… not even in the books Alicia had given him on them.

At the moment of contact, the system's message appeared in Ivan's mind.

[Magical Instrument: Ring of Magic

Magic: Low (High)

Effect: Gather magic and repel all objects within a one-meter (three-meter) radius.

Description: It appears to be intact on the surface… but due to improper use by the owner, the bracelet is on the verge of breaking and you can only activate its power twice."

"The Ring of Magic, 900 Galleons!" The stall owner was a short wizard. He was not very interested in Ivan, who was only eleven or twelve years old.

"By infusing it with magic, one can release all of the stored magic when needed, with enough force to send an adult wizard flying."

"How dare you sell something that's on the verge of breaking for such a high price?" Yvonne asked, glaring at him.

The shorter wizard was stunned at first, then he shouted angrily.

"Damaged? It's perfectly fine! If you can't afford it, get out!"

"Really? Not really…" Ivan began, taking ten Galleons from his pocket and placing them on the stall.

"Here are ten Galleons. Why don't we make a bet? You can only use the Ring of Magic twice, and it won't work half as well as you say… If I lose, the money is yours. If I win, the bracelet is mine…"

The shorter wizard shut up. In the months he had been running his stall, he had seen many wizards with problems with the bracelet, but he was the first to be so precise.

Even he wasn't sure how many more times the bracelet could be used, only that it was about to break.

"My family sells magical objects."

Ivan explained, and the shorter wizard seemed to understand. He studied Ivan for a moment, then spoke, his voice gloomy.

"Sixty Galleons. You can have it if you want… Maybe the repairs will still work."

"Six, and I'm telling you in the most professional of terms, that's research value at best…" Ivan didn't know much about market prices, so to avoid being scammed, he cut the price by half.

The shorter wizard stared at him blankly for a moment, then offered him a single word.

"Go away!"

"If the price is too low, we can talk more…" Ivan had no intention of leaving, but he knew that he had haggled too much.

In the end, Ivan won it for thirty-five Galleons, after much bickering.

Did I profit or lose?

Ivan slipped the bracelet onto his left hand, his mind wrestling with the question, but his mood improved when he thought that perhaps the most precious thing was the magical writing on the bracelet.

Seeing that the sky was darkening, Ivan did not go to any of the other stalls, but instead went to find Doggett, who was still playing cards on the stall.

The stall owner looked like a goblin. He was sitting on a tall stool with a piece of cloth draped over his body. If it weren't for the fact that he had some gold Galleons in front of him, Ivan would have mistaken him for a house-elf.

"Lost?" Ivan asked Douggart, stepping forward to assess the situation.

He didn't know much about the game of wizard cards, but he could tell by looking at their faces. The stall owner, the goblin, had been smiling, and the other two players didn't look too good. The one with the worst expression was Doggett, whose face was almost squashed together…

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