Chapter 542 Borgin-Bock

Knockturn Alley is the largest gray trading center in the British wizarding world. Here you can find almost all items banned by the Ministry of Magic, as well as evil black magic products.

However, Voldemort's comeback still affected the industry of Knockturn Alley. There were only two or three big cats and kittens on the street, and the shops that were open were also empty and deserted.

There is nothing that can be done about it. The existence of Voldemort scares everyone, and without the desire to shop, these stores can only hold on. Compared to Diagon Alley next door, the situation in Knockturn Alley is not the worst.

In the Borkin-Bock store, Mr. Borgin was arranging his thick blond hair. This method would not make him look more handsome or younger, but would only make him look particularly greasy.

With the pleasant ringing of the bell hanging in front of the door, Ada and Laura walked into Borgin-Bock.

The stooped Mr. Borkin immediately straightened his back and greeted him enthusiastically. Even though the man who appeared in front of him was a wanted criminal from the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Borkin did not hesitate at all.

"Ah, Miss Drizzt, welcome to your presence!" Mr. Borkin's emphasis was smooth, as if he had eaten a bottle of lubricant.

Mr. Borkin did not let Ada and I stay in the lobby, but led them to the cabin at the back. After the guests and the host were seated, Mr. Bojin served them a glass of red wine and continued to compliment them.

Dark wizards like Mr. Borkin had seen too many people to make a fuss over Ada's status as a wanted criminal. As a dark wizard, Ada has a very good reputation. After all, in the general public's perception, she only works in the Ministry of Magic.

"Miss Drizzt, what can I do for you?" said Mr. Borgin. "It would be an honor for Borgin-Bock to contribute to your great cause."

Although Mr. Borgin is smiling now, he is a smiling tiger who eats people without spitting out their bones, and he is also a damn profiteer!

"You don't have to be so polite, Mr. Borgin." Ada also said with a smile, "This is not the first time we have dealt with each other. We had done a business a few years ago."

The smile on Mr. Borkin's face and the movements of his hands froze for a second, and then he continued to greet Ada to prevent the scene from becoming cold.

And in that second, Mr. Borgin carefully recalled when he had seen Ada. With Ada's appearance and tough reputation, it was impossible for him to be unimpressed once he had seen her.

"Let me help you recall, Mr. Borgin. The last time we met, the thing I sold you was the skin of a basilisk." Ada said, "Remember? You were very enthusiastic at the time. It’s much more enthusiastic today.”

Now Mr. Borgin remembered, and his back stooped even more. Before receiving the basilisk skin, there had been no news about the basilisk in England for four hundred years, not to mention that Mr. Borgin, who planned to take advantage of the evil, had to involve four of his men for this purpose.

The scene seemed to have cooled down because of Ada's words, and Mr. Borkin also felt a sense of awareness in his heart. The rumored Esmeralda Drizzt was a woman who was determined to retaliate against others.

"We don't know each other until we fight, Mr. Borgin." Ada handed him a step.

Although she shouted to do justice for heaven and defeat profiteers, Ada had no real intention to do anything to Borgin and Bork. She had already taught him a lesson. There is no need to exterminate Borkin-Bock if you have to be merciful and merciful.

"Of course, of course. At that time, you were already famous among people, and a dim-witted old man like me was blind." Mr. Bojin complimented, and he also addressed Ada with more respect. People under low eaves have to bow their heads.

"Where, where, a store can be run for decades, all thanks to Mr. Bo Jin's good management..."

Listening to the two complimenting each other, Laura on the side kicked Ada under the table to get her to the point.

After Ada was kicked, she stopped talking in circles. She said directly: "I came here today to ask for something. I hope Mr. Bojin can do me a small favor."

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Bojin felt bad. He was really afraid of what would happen. Mr. Borgin is just a businessman, and he doesn't want to have anything to do with Dumbledore, Voldemort, or Ada.

"How can I help you?" Mr. Borgin asked. "I will help you if I can, and if I can't... Miss Drizzt will definitely understand our difficulties."

Mr. Borgin's words were very tactful, but they also left a way for him to refuse help.

Mr. Borgin did not dare to refuse directly, for fear that Ada would punish Borgin and Bork for both crimes. His old bones could not stop Ada now.

Everyone here is smart, so they can naturally understand Bo Jin’s polite refusal. Laura calmly leaned against the door to prevent any emergencies.

"It's just a small thing, I just need a piece of your memory." Ada still smiled and said without getting angry. Those who achieve great things should have thunder in their chests and a flat lake in their faces.

"Many, many years ago, a young pregnant woman sold a locket here, Salazar Slytherin's locket. Do you remember this?"

Ada continued: "By the way, the young pregnant woman only received ten gold galleons, even though the locket was priceless."

Of course Mr. Bojin was impressed by this matter. It was the most profitable business since the establishment of Bojin-Bock. Ada only reminded him a little, and Mr. Borkin immediately recalled the scene that made him laugh even in his dreams.

But Mr. Bojin didn't say it immediately. Instead, he looked embarrassed, as if he couldn't remember, or was having some difficulty. This is a common problem among businessmen: if you don't see the rabbit, you won't let go of the hawk.

"I hope Mr. Borgin can help me. We are friends, aren't we?" Ada said with a smile, "I have all kinds of bad things, but there is only one good thing about me, and that is that I like to take care of my friends."

That is to say, Laura is here today. If Laura is not here, Ada will probably say this: I, Esmeralda Drizzt, have been around for so long, relying on three things, being ruthless, loyal, and having many brothers.

With Ada's promise that was not a promise, Mr. Borgin started talking and told the story of acquiring the locket.

It was just before Christmas, in the snowy weather, that a pregnant woman in ragged clothes and a haggard face walked into Borgin-Bock. She said she needed money urgently, so she took out a locket and said that the locket used to belong to Slytherin. I don't know if the young pregnant woman didn't understand the market, or if she really needed it urgently, but she was satisfied with just ten galleons.

Mr. Borgin said with a smile on his face: "The locket does belong to Salazar Slytherin. Those of us in this profession naturally have our own means to distinguish authenticity. But I suspect that the woman stole it. Not what she said."

Compassion does not lead to military affairs, and righteousness does not lead to business. Mr. Borgin did not sympathize with the pregnant Merope, but instead regarded her as a stupid thief.

"The locket?" Ada asked.

"It has been resold a long time ago. It is our most profitable business." Bojin continued, "I'm sorry, I can't tell the whereabouts of the locket. This is a business rule. If you break the business rules, Bojin - Bock is dead."

Borgin added sincerely: "I hope Miss Drizzt can understand our difficulties."

It is now confirmed that the locket briefly appeared in Borgin-Bock, and that it was resold to someone else. Ada was thinking over and over again in her mind, thinking about how she could get it out of Borgin-Bock's mouth.

After thinking for a while, Ada said in a deep voice: "That young pregnant woman is not a stupid thief."

"What did you say?" Mr. Borgin asked, "Does Miss Drizzt know the pregnant woman?" After thinking about the time and Ada's age, Borgin changed his words: "Do you know the pregnant woman?"

"Yes, her name before she got married was Merope Gaunt, the Gaunt you know." Ada said, "You didn't sell the locket without knowing its origins, did you?"

Mr. Bojin's expression changed somewhat, and he was hesitating.

"Pregnant Merope later gave birth to a baby boy. Do you want me to name him, Mr. Borgin?" Ada put down the last weight on the already tilted scale.

After thinking for a long time, Borgin finally said: "Okay, I can tell you who I sold the locket to. But even so, you can't find it."