Chapter 94 Human Transfiguration

Rolf bargained and bought the Vanishing Cabinet, allowing Borgin to make a net profit of 600 Galleons "with tears in his eyes".

The old witch paid carefully. Although she was very unhappy, she still forced a smile and stuck her old face to Rolf's cold butt.

Borgin looked at the two strange customers in front of him. The old witch seemed to be forced to pay by the boy.

Well... this matter has nothing to do with him!

Borgin and Burke's is a pawn shop, an antique shop, and a dark magic shop... There is everything. Everything can be sold and bought. As long as the price is agreed, the money is paid and the goods are delivered.

Just like Malfoy not long ago, who came to sell dark magic items, even if those items were tracked down by the Ministry of Magic, they would still accept them.

Similarly, they don't care where the customer's money comes from, even if they just robbed it from Gringotts... As long as it is real Galleons, it's fine!

Rolf picked a few more small items. Although they were not expensive, they were worth a hundred or eighty Galleons... The atmosphere between the two sides became more and more harmonious.

Bogin also went backstage to pour a few cups of coffee. When he came back, he found that another girl had come in, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Shirley and Rolf exchanged glances, and then sat down next to him.

"Mr. Bogin, I am actually very interested in the Big Four." Rolf finally spoke and told the real purpose of this trip.

"I came here today to see their magic items. Do you have any here? For example, the crown of Ravenclaw and the great sword of Gryffindor."

Boggin twitched his lips. It would be great if their store had crowns and swords...

"There are too few magic items left by the four people of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Once they are discovered, they are in great demand and cannot be kept." Borgin shook his head and said:

"We did get a Slytherin locket in our store before, but it was quickly bought at a high price."

"What about the items of the Hufflepuff family?" Rolf asked softly:

"The Smith family is a descendant of the Hufflepuff family. The famous collector Hepzibah Smith is said to have collected many Hufflepuff treasures.

After her death, it is said that all the collections were sold to Borgin and Burke's."

"That's right." Borgin admitted frankly. "We did buy Hepzibah Smith's collection in our store."

This news was actually spread by them in the past, so that they could sell Smith's relics at a high price.

How much an item is worth sometimes does not necessarily depend on its own value, but the key is to tell a story.

You see that Gryffindor's sword is so famous... To put it bluntly, isn't it just a sword forged by goblins a thousand years ago?

There are not a few goblin swords of this kind for goblins, but why are they not famous?

No one can tell a story!

"Do you still have Hepzibah Smith's collection in your store?" Rolf asked.

"Over the past few decades, they have been sold out, and only a few unimportant small items are left in the warehouse." Borgin said regretfully.

Rolf asked: "Is there a register? I want to see what is there."

Bogin looked at the boy deeply. He didn't seem to come to buy things, but more like he was looking for Hepzibah Smith's relics.

Borgin didn't care too much, because there were often such wizards coming to the door, some of them were looking for so-called treasures, and some were looking for the family's lost magic items.

Dealing with these ancient magic families, there are always various problems.

Since the boy had just bought a vanishing cabinet, he didn't mind giving the customer some small help at this time.

For Borgin, this was just a piece of cake, but the customer might be very grateful... Why not do such a cost-free thing?

"Bibb." Borgin shouted, and as the voice fell, a house elf appeared in the room.

Borgin whispered a few words, and the house elf disappeared immediately, but not long after, it appeared again, holding a thick book in his hand.

"It's all here." Borgin whispered: "The items left over from the old Smith house are recorded here one by one."

Rove lowered his head to flip through the book, his speed was very fast, it looked more like quantum speed reading, and it looked like a young lady in the bank, checking a hundred-dollar bill as quickly as she did.

In Borgin's eyes, the boy was not reading a book, but flipping through it!

The old witch sneered, the pretentious guy... really thought he had a photographic memory?

But who knew that after Rolf finished reading it, he turned back to a page in the middle and whispered:

"Excuse me, who did you sell this portrait to?"

Borgin glanced at the photo. The painting showed a house elf washing a small golden cup.

Borgin's eyes suddenly tightened, and he apologized in a smooth voice: "It's been too long, I don't remember it."

Rolf raised his eyebrows.

In the original time and space, Tom Riddle's mother sold the Slytherin locket, and this store remembered it clearly... but this registered portrait didn't remember who it was sold to?

Rolf was not in a hurry. He smiled and said, "If you don't remember, forget it. If you remember it one day, you must tell me.

I will bring my elders back with me in the future!"

It seems that Dumbledore and Nico have to come to this store to help Mr. Borgin recall it.

After the group left, Borgin looked at the portrait with deep eyes, and his face was gloomy.

Soon, the three of them walked to the door of the store, and the old witch asked tremblingly, "Can I leave? You promised..."

"You can go." Luofu nodded, whistled, and the salamander jumped back to the boy's head.

The old witch hurriedly stepped down the steps and left in a hurry, but at this moment, a young witch passed her. The witch raised her wand and shouted:

"Don't move!"

The old witch jumped up in fright and said in astonishment: "What?!"

"I'm an Auror." Tonks took out her ID and said, "I received a report and suspected that you attacked the young wizard. Please come to the Ministry of Magic with me."

The old witch's expression changed, and she looked at the young wizard with a bright smile, and said angrily: "You don't mean what you say."

"I meant to let you go, but you were caught by an Auror again. It's none of my business." Rolf spread his hands and said, "I can't control you for the rest of my life, right?"

"You guys are connecting so well, and you still say it has nothing to do with you?!"

"It doesn't really matter, I just passed by accidentally." Tonks said seriously: "Hey, you look familiar to me..."

"You may have seen it wrong." The old witch covered her face.

"Your facial features are so obvious, let me see if you are wanted..."

Tonks took out a booklet and flipped through it. She compared the photos and suddenly said excitedly:

"It's true. The reward is one thousand galleons."

"So many." Luo Fe was a little surprised.

"This guy has trafficked many little wizards!" Tonks punched the old witch hard on the cheek: "I hate human traffickers like you the most."

The few chatted for a while, and Tonks left in a hurry, wanting to send the old witch back to the Ministry of Magic.

After all, it was Luo Fe's thousand gold galleons, and her small achievements in becoming a full-time employee... they couldn't be lost.

Rolf and Shirley walked along the road towards Diagon Alley. The girl whispered: "Tonks looks interesting."

"Yes, although she is silly and careless in doing things, she is quite nice. If you write her a letter, she will come immediately." Luo Fu said with a smile:

"By the way, you know what? Tonks is still a Metamorphmagus."

"I know." Shirley nodded as usual, "Professor McGonagall mentioned it to me several times when she taught me the art of transfiguration."

Luo Fu looked envious and clicked his tongue: "You can change your appearance at will. It would be great if I could do that."

Shirley looked at the young man's expression and asked with a smile: "Are you envious?"

"Of course, that's a Disguise Magus!" Luof looked at the blue sky and said, "Aren't you envious?"

Shirley's eyes were clear and bright. She shook her head and smiled: "Fortunately, I'm not too envious."

Luo Fei nodded her head gently, "You can't pretend to agree with me, it will appear that we are not in harmony."

The ponytailed girl smiled.

She hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Actually, ordinary wizards can also transform themselves into the appearance of another person through transformation."

Luo Fu let out a surprised sound and asked, "Is it true?"

"Really." Shirley explained seriously: "A wizard who has mastered human body transformation can do it...the effect is exactly the same as the Disguise Magus."

"Human Transfiguration...what grade is this for?" Luofu asked curiously.

"The content of sixth grade." Shirley grinned: "Of course, even if you learn it, it will be difficult to reach the point where you can freely become someone else, and it will take a lot of practice.

Many wizards never master human transfiguration in their lifetime. "

"Sixth grade." Luo Fei sighed softly. He was only in the second grade, but had he started discussing the sixth grade curriculum with Shirley?

Was he drifting away, or was Shirley too high-minded about his talent for transformation?

Shirley kept walking, suddenly turned to look at the young man, and said with a bright smile: "Rolf, you bet with Hermione every day, do you dare to bet with me?"

Luofu raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you betting on?"

"Before the summer vacation comes, I can use transformation to look like you. Even if I win, is that okay?" Shirley said softly.

Luofu looked into the girl's eyes and stared for a moment. He suddenly said: "Shirley, you have learned the art of human body transformation and then deliberately cheated the bettor."

"No." Shirley squinted her eyes and smiled like a crescent moon. "I have only learned the content of fifth grade, and I am still far away from human body transformation... I lied to you that I was a puppy."

The word "talent"... made Luo Fu almost vomit blood.

Shirley's eyes sparkled and she said softly: "Bet or not... you won't just dare to bet with Hermione, right?"

"..."

Hey, this damn desire to win!

"What's the stakes?" Rove asked.

"It's a bet." The girl with the ponytail walked briskly, and she suddenly smiled and said:

"I haven't thought about it yet... I'll wait until I win."

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(This chapter is a little ridiculously late. I fell asleep last night. A three thousand word chapter can barely make up for Crow Crow’s regret.)