DNF Meets Harry Potter

In the hot summer at the end of July, there is nothing more pleasant than shopping with a big cup of ice cream.

After walking out of Ollie's Wand Shop, Carl and Nayari immediately turned into a dessert shop, and after paying another Galleon, the two of them came out smiling with a glass of strawberry sundae in hand.

"Carl, this thing looks great!"

Along the way, Naiyali held a strawberry sundae, and asked Carl to buy some weird-looking things from time to time.

"Niyari, I have to find a shop to sell something, will you go with me or go shopping by yourself in Diagon Alley?"

Carl pinched his somewhat shriveled wallet, and there was not much Galleon in it after buying a lot of things. At the beginning, he had exchanged most of Voldemort's and Snape's Galleons into system gold coins, leaving only a few spares. This shopping trip has already been wasted by him.

"For sale? The junk you scavenged in Innsmouth?"

Nayari licked the sundae in her hand and said disapprovingly. From the perspective of her former incarnation of the Outer God, those things are really out of her sight, and they are not even as interesting as the gadgets in the magical world.

"That's right, otherwise I wouldn't be able to support you..."

Carl spread his hands, looking quite helpless.

"Then you go, I will go shopping alone for a while."

Naiyali's eyes lit up suddenly, and she couldn't wait to walk towards a booth, obviously she was looking for something again.

Karl shook his head lightly, feeling deeply in his heart, as expected, no girl could resist the temptation of shopping.

...

After temporarily separating from Niyari, Carl walked along Diagon Alley to the deepest Knockturn Alley. The things obtained in Innsmouth are either lethal or have strong curses. These prohibited items are not only not sold in the regular magic item shops in Diagon Alley, but the shopkeepers may even notify Ao Guys, get him into trouble.

And Knockturn Alley, which has gathered many dark wizards and can be called the number one black market in England's magic world, has become an excellent place for him to sell stolen goods.

As Karl got deeper and deeper, the bustling crowd along the way gradually became rarer, and later Karl could only see one or two strange people who wrapped themselves in black robes and only showed a pair of eyes.

He knew that his destination was coming soon. The casual clothes he was wearing turned into a robe to wrap around his body, and a big purple hood covered his head.

After all, it is the largest black market in England, and such things as black people and black people must be indispensable. If he didn't change into clothes that catered to the trend of dark wizards, he might be in trouble.

When Harry Potter's silly Baitian entered Knockturn Alley for the first time in the second grade, if Hagrid hadn't appeared in time, he would have been almost abducted by an old witch.

It is dark here all year round, a dark and lawless place where the sun does not shine.

Walking alone on the streets of Knockturn Alley, Carl felt another experience, as if there was a strong malice all around, trying to wipe him dry and eat him up.

Along the way, he carefully avoided the garbage that could be seen everywhere, and the dirty and smelly ditch. And I met several times with strangers, most of them showed their yellow teeth and wore tattered black robes, there were black merchants selling various products, and there were also entertainers who invited him to "somewhere"...

However, the courage of these people is only limited to come forward to strike up a conversation, but none of them dared to actually do it. Carl in a gorgeous purple robe and a huge hood, plus the mysterious golden staff that floats behind him——Lucia's Resentment, looks very difficult to mess with at first glance.

From that weird staff, they seemed to hear the extremely unwilling wailing of countless souls...

Carl lowered his head and was silent all the way, and soon a black magic shop came into his sight. The rotting plaque bore the name Borgin Bock.

Voldemort, who just graduated at the time, gave up a job with good conditions in the Ministry of Magic and wanted to work here, which is enough to prove the status of Borgin Burke's black magic shop in the entire Knockturn Alley.

...

Just when Carl's eyes lit up and he was about to walk here, the little savior Harry Potter slid out of the dusty fireplace with a bang.

He put on his glasses with a painful expression, and couldn't help but groan deep in his heart. The glasses he had just repaired broke again...

After patting the dust off his body, he looked curiously at his environment.

"This doesn't seem to be Diagon Alley, where did I teleport to?" Harry frowned in confusion.

The boy's heart is always full of curiosity, just after he lightly touched the hand bone on the counter. The next moment, one of his hands was immediately grabbed by that weird bone hand.

When struggling to break free again, his eyes glanced inadvertently, and his pupils suddenly dilated, as if he saw an acquaintance whom he had seen before and left a deep impression on him.

"It's him! The mysterious wizard who fought Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest!"

Harry gritted his teeth and quickly broke free from the restraints, then opened a strange cabinet and hid in it.

...

Carl knocked lightly on the door, and then walked in. Borgin Burk's taste was not much different from Snape's. The whole store was gloomy and damp, and there were some black magic that looked terrifying thing.

Cursed hand bones of the dead, weird statues, vampire wings, werewolf claws, these things that are rarely seen in the outside world can be seen everywhere in the store.

"Dear guest, welcome to the store. May I ask what you need? A new batch of good things have just arrived in our store. Please allow me to introduce them to you. They are absolutely high quality and cheap..."

Seeing Karl's attire and the staff behind him, the old Bojin's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood that a big deal was coming, and then greeted him with a smile on his face.

Karl also looked at the big black magic item smuggler and wholesaler in front of him. The old Borgin in front of him looked about forty or fifty years old, with a fake smile on his face, and the hair around him seemed to be very lush, but if you look at it from above It is an out-and-out Mediterranean.

"I'm not here to buy things. I have a batch of black magic items that are not easy to sell. It just so happens that money is a little tight recently. It depends on whether you want to or have the ability to eat this batch..."

With a hoarse voice, Carl slowly expressed his purpose.

Hearing Karl's intention, the fiery light in Bojinboke's eyes became more and more grand. After all, seeing Karl's outfit, he knew that this must be a powerful dark wizard.

And as long as the things that come out of the hands of a wizard of this level can be eaten, they can be sold for a good price...