Chapter 101 If You Say It Again, I Will Put Your Head Into the Crucible!

Doesn’t the Ministry of Magic hire dementors because they don’t pay wages, work all year round, and bring their own “torture tools”?

Ivan complained silently in his heart, but still spoke generously.

"Forget it, let it rest for a day and we'll come back tomorrow."

Being able to upgrade the God-calling Guard to level four is enough for him, and he only needs to take the time to practice slowly.

Docter could see that Ivan was in a good mood, but considering that Ivan had been fighting the dementors for so long, he still made some suggestions.

"It's still early, how about I take you for a walk outside?"

Ivan nodded. He stayed in the black magic shop every day and couldn't go out. He had long been a little restless.

After arriving here, Ivan has always wanted to know what Knockturn Alley is like, but he has not upgraded the God-calling Guard to level four before, so he does not have the courage to go out alone.

"Let's go, I think you will like that place," Docter said mysteriously.

Ivan became somewhat interested.

Doggett re-locked the box where the Dementors were kept, and then placed protective magic in the empty room before taking Ivan out of the house.

"What if a patient comes later?" Ivan looked back.

"They will wait there obediently." Docter said nonchalantly.

Those who are willing to come here for treatment are special patients. They are either injured for shady reasons, or they are dark wizards with criminal records. They cannot go to a regular hospital and can only come here.

No matter how long they have to wait!

Ivan quickly figured this out and realized in his heart, no wonder Docter offered such a harsh price for treatment. It turned out that he was not afraid of rejection at all.

After walking for about twenty minutes, the road led by Docter became more and more eccentric, and Ivan's brows furrowed.

If his memory hadn't revealed that Doggett and his mother had known each other for more than ten years and had always had a good relationship, Ivan would have almost thought that he had been trafficked.

Fortunately, after a few minutes, Ivan found that there were more pedestrians around.

Further forward, there is a large square that is somewhat dilapidated, but it is very lively. On both sides of the square, many wizards sit on the ground, with a rag in front of them, and strange magic items or materials placed on it.

"Is this what you're talking about?" Ivan looked around curiously. He felt that these wizards were like street vendors in the night market in his previous life.

"Of course, your mother hasn't brought you here yet, right?" Docter looked back at him and then explained.

"This is the Wizarding Market of Knockturn Alley. Whether it's legal or illegal, there's everything. Everyone can find what they want here."

"No." Ivan shook his head. In his memory, Asia would only occasionally take him to play in Diagon Alley.

"Did you buy the dementors here as well?" Ivan asked.

"You have a beautiful idea!" Docter rolled his eyes. "It took me a lot of effort and a lot of gold galleons to drag a friend to get it."

"It's impossible to buy it even here." Docter said arrogantly, but did not notice that Ivan was muttering secretly.

Are you selling everything you promised? fraud!

"Let's see if there's anything you want, I'll pay for it and treat it as a gift to you." Docter gestured, but when he saw Ivan's eyes shining, he added.

“Don’t choose something too expensive”

Ivan ignored him, but walked to one of the stalls, squatted down, and picked up a bottle of blood.

This is a bottle of thestral blood, and there are bottles labeled dragon blood and unicorn blood next to it. Ivan was a little emotional for a moment. The things he had worked so hard to get could be bought in the market so easily. arrive.

But after coming into contact, Ivan realized the difference.

【The Blood of Thestrals

Activity: very low

Explanation: This is the blood of a male adult Thestral Qirin, which contains the magic power that represents death. 】

Noticing the prompt in the system tool bar, Ivan shook his head in disappointment and put the bottle back. The activity of the blood was too low, and he didn't know how long it had been left. It couldn't be used to make blood fusion potions.

"A bottle of dragon's blood is 35 Galleons, the thestral's blood is 50 Galleons, and the unicorn's blood is 70 Galleons!"

The stall owner was an old witch with a pipe in his mouth, wearing a pointy hat and blowing smoke from his mouth. After seeing Ivan shaking his head, he suddenly came up and stared at him.

"But seeing how cute you look, how about my sister giving you a 30% discount?"

Ivan leaned back calmly. He didn't know much about the market price, but he also knew that the price was really high and a little unusual. A unicorn horn in Diagon Alley only cost 21 galleons. but

"Why is unicorn blood so much more expensive than others?" Ivan asked strangely.

"Have you ever heard of anyone raising unicorns?" the old witch asked.

Ivan understood that dragons were bred in some places, and some night riders were tamed by wizards. It was normal for the price to be lower.

"You haven't chosen yet?" Docter walked up at this time. When he saw the three bottles under Ivan's gaze, he frowned, picked up one of the bottles, and took out some gold from the bag. Galleons were placed on the stall.

"The black market price is 11 galleons for Thestral blood, so buy this!"

The old witch's hand holding the cigarette shook violently, and she raised her eyebrows and was about to curse, but when she raised her eyes and saw the person, she stopped talking and started to mutter.

"Mad Dog Doggett?"

"If you say that again, I'll put your head into the crucible!" Docter grinned, dropped the money, and pulled Ivan out of the stall.

"Why did you buy the blood of Thestrals? I just wanted to take a look." Ivan said helplessly.

"Don't worry, it won't be wasted. Even if you don't use it, your mother will use it." Docter winked at him.

Ivan looked confused, thinking that Doggett had discovered the secret of his bloodline fusion, but then he realized that Doggett was probably referring to the need to make certain magic props, and then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Then he asked curiously.

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

"Well, sometimes multiple intimidating nicknames can save a lot of trouble," Docter explained casually with his eyes twinkling.

Ivan didn't ask any more questions. After spending an afternoon together, he didn't see that Doggett was like a mad dog. Although he liked to drink and behaved strangely, he was still very normal.

Does it mean that he likes to act drunk and crazy when he is drunk?

Ivan looked at Docter's drunken appearance and calmly moved a little away from him.

(PS: The inventor of Wolfsbane potion was Belby's uncle Damocles Marcus, not Snape. It is mentioned in the sixth part of the original work, and I have also mentioned it in previous chapters. In addition, as To compare the prices, the horn made from unicorn horn sells for 21 gold galleons in the original book, and the dragon liver costs 17 kilos per ounce (28.350 grams).)

Thanks to book friend Zhi Qianyuan for the reward of 600 starting coins, Vast Starry Sky Shining Stars for the reward of 500 starting coins, and book friend Hs for the reward of 100 starting coins.