章節 105: Ring of Magic
編輯: 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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