Chapter 1030: Transaction

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"jingle……"

The brass bell at the door jingled, which made Lucius frown, but he didn't say anything and just walked forward with his cane.

No one came out to greet her, which made him very dissatisfied. At least Narcissa's face showed a trace of displeasure, but no one said anything.

Burke's magic shop still has a very high status among the Death Eaters. As the place where Voldemort worked when he was young, Burke can naturally seduce and get a good position among the Death Eaters, especially at this moment when the Dark Lord has returned. .

Naturally, no dark wizard dares to come here to cause trouble. After all, Voldemort is standing behind Borgin and Bork's magic shop.

Moreover, the Bock Magic Store itself is also very rich, and basically all the black magic items you can imagine can be found here.

For example, the Frenchman's coffin, which is a rare thing for cultivating the undead, is just placed outside like this in Borgin-Bock Magic Store.

The shop owner never seems to worry about being stolen. As the largest magic shop in Knockturn Alley, Borgin-Bock Magic Shop is more like the shops above, and even safer than the shops above.

Lucius's slender fingers tapped back and forth rhythmically on the counter, his back straightened, and with the look of a shop owner, there was no doubt that Malfoy was going to stare at him with his nostrils.

Narcissa on the side just held Lucius's arm. Although she frowned slightly, she didn't say a word. She had to maintain her posture as the mistress of the Malfoy family.

This made Fan Lin find it funny. It was obviously just a matter of shouting twice, but the two of them stood in front of the counter so upright and stupidly.

Finally, before Lucius became impatient, Bock came out from behind.

It was a man who looked extremely old. His sloppy big nose reminded Fan Lin of Kreacher. In fact, in every aspect, this man made Fan Lin wonder whether this was the wizard version of Kreacher.

The rickety body is covered with a worn leather jacket of unknown material. One eye is cloudy, even the brown pupil has become misty, and the other eye does not seem to be so clear, but compared to the other Only one eye brought rare clarity to Old Bock.

"You are late, Mr. Bock..." Lucius said condescendingly, "I don't think there is anything more important than meeting me."

"Oh, of course, dear Mr. Malfoy." Old Bock rubbed his hands, "Of course it's a pleasure to do business with you. I'm really sorry to keep you waiting, but..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, and Mrs. Malfoy, your beauty is as dazzling as spring..." Old Burke seemed to have just noticed Narcissa next to him.

"Thank you for your approval, Mr. Burke." Narcissa frowned. Obviously, Narcissa was not interested in the approval of a slightly wretched old wizard.

"I don't have time to listen to you here and tell me about the newly acquired toys in your store. I don't think..."

"Oh, of course, yes, yes, dear Mr. Malfoy..." Old Bock bowed slightly. In fact, no one could tell whether he was bowing or simply retreating. After all, his back was always curved. .

However, according to Burke's status in Knockturn Alley, the respect for Malfoy is probably limited to Malfoy working for Voldemort.

"I don't know, what do you want to buy?" Old Bock rubbed his hands. This is probably his favorite part. Trading with these nobles can always easily obtain a large amount of gold galleons. This is different. For those dark wizards wandering outside...

"I'm not here today to buy things, Mr. Bock, I'm here to sell things." Old Martha interrupted his respectful and enthusiastic sales.

"Come to sell something?" The smile on Mr. Bock's face withered little by little.

"You should have heard that the Ministry of Magic is conducting raids recently," Old Malfoy said, taking out a roll of parchment from his inner pocket and unfolding it to show Mr. Burke.

"I have hidden some, um, some inconvenient items at home. I don't want people from the Ministry of Magic to find out..."

Mr. Burke took out a pair of small glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose. He picked up old Malfoy's inventory and read it.

"I guess the Ministry of Magic won't come to embarrass you, right?"

Old Malfoy pursed his lips upward into an arc.

"They haven't found the family yet. After all, the Malfoy family is still somewhat famous in the wizarding world, but now the Ministry of Magic is becoming more and more nosy. There are recent rumors that a new Muggle protection law is about to be introduced - this It must have been the good deeds of that idiot Muggle Weasley who was looking for trouble - but even Dumbledore fell. With the minister's character -"

"Oh, I know, I know..." Old Bock looked at the list given by Malfoy impatiently.

"How much do you plan to sell it for?" Old Bock asked.

"Two hundred galleons, these things are worth that..." Malfoy returned to his normal state and pointed his nostrils at Burke.

"One hundred gold galleons!" Old Bock cut the price in half in the blink of an eye.

"One hundred and fifty gold galleons..."

"Deal!" Malfoy frowned. The number of poisons obviously exceeded this number, but due to the Ministry of Magic's inspection, this was a critical period, and anything that could cause trouble must be avoided.

Fan Lin felt a little bored. He originally thought that Malfoy came here to discuss something important, but he was just dealing with some contraband items, which was really different from what he thought.

Hermione on the side also felt a little disappointed. This was not a few years ago. Some poisons, even if they were found by the Ministry of Magic, were not a problem for Malfoy.

This matter did not seem to be worth Malfoy taking Narcissa to make a personal trip...

Old Burke showed a frustrated expression. Obviously, he could have lowered the price, but no matter what, at least the deal was done.

Old Burke trembled and bent down, counting out 150 gold galleons from behind the counter.

That was a small bag of gold coins...

"If there is nothing to do with money, please..."

"Don't put the mood of the transaction on the attitude of work, Mr. Burke..." Malfoy paused and looked out the window vigilantly, "Otherwise the Dark Lord will be very unhappy. You know the consequences, Mr. Burke, I came here today, and it was also the Dark Lord's instruction. You collect things and you carry them out..." (To be continued)