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Chapter 101: If You Say It Again, I'll Push Your Head into the Cauldron!
Chapter 101: If You Say It Again, I’ll Push Your Head into the Cauldron!
Wasn’t it because Dementors don’t need wages, work all year without a break, and come with built-in "instruments of torture" that the Ministry of Magic hired them?
Ivan silently complained in his mind, but he still spoke magnanimously.
"Then forget it. We’ll let it rest for a day and come back tomorrow."
Being able to upgrade his Guardian Summon to Level 4 was enough for him. All he needed to do now was practice it in his spare time.
Douglas could see that Ivan was in a good mood, but considering how long Ivan had just battled a Dementor, he suggested:
"It’s still early. How about I take you out for a walk?"
Ivan nodded. He had been cooped up in the Dark Magic Shop for so long that he was getting restless.
Since arriving here, Ivan had always wanted to see what Knockturn Alley was like, but he hadn’t dared to go out alone until he upgraded his Guardian Summon to Level 4.
"Let’s go. I think you’ll like the place", Douglas said mysteriously.
Ivan felt his interest piqued.
Douglas relocked the crate containing the Dementor, then cast a protective spell in the large, empty room before leading Ivan out of the house.
"What if a patient comes by later?" Ivan glanced back.
"They’ll wait patiently", Douglas said nonchalantly.
The patients who came here were all special cases—either they had injuries from unspeakable reasons or were black Wizards with criminal records. They couldn’t go to a regular hospital, so they had to come to him.
They would wait no matter how long it took!
Ivan quickly understood this, and it made sense why Douglas charged so much for his treatments. He didn’t have to worry about them refusing.
After about twenty minutes, the path Douglas led became increasingly remote, and Ivan furrowed his brow.
If it weren’t for the fact that his memory showed that Douglas had known his mother for over ten years and had always been on good terms with her, Ivan might have thought he was being kidnapped.
Fortunately, a few minutes later, Ivan noticed more people around.
As they moved forward, they reached a large, somewhat dilapidated square, but it was bustling with activity. On both sides of the square, many Wizards sat on the ground, placing old cloths in front of them with strange Magic Items and materials laid out on top.
"Is this the place you were talking about?" Ivan looked around curiously, finding the Wizards reminiscent of street vendors from night markets in his past life.
"Of course. Your mother has never brought you here, right?" Douglas turned to look at him and explained.
"This is the Wizard Market in Knockturn Alley. Whether it’s legal or illegal, you can find anything here. Everyone can find what they want."
"No", Ivan shook his head. In his memories, Aisia only occasionally took him to Diagon Alley for outings.
"Did you buy the Dementor here?" Ivan asked.
"Nice try!" Douglas rolled his eyes. "It took a lot of persuasion and a hefty sum of Galleons to get a friend to secure it for me."
"Even here, it’s impossible to buy one", Douglas said proudly, not noticing Ivan muttering to himself.
What do you mean "anything"? Liar!
"Take a look. If you see anything you like, I’ll pay for it. Consider it a gift", Douglas gestured, but then added when he saw Ivan’s eyes light up.
"Don’t pick anything too expensive."
Ivan ignored him and walked over to one of the stalls, crouching down and picking up a bottle of blood.
This is a bottle of Thestral Blood, with bottles labeled Dragon Blood and Unicorn Blood beside it. Ivan felt a bit sentimental for a moment; the things he had once struggled to obtain might be so easily available in the market.
However, upon closer inspection, Ivan realized the difference.
Thestral Blood
- Activity: Extremely Low
- Description: This is the blood of an adult male Thestral, containing magic that represents death.
Noticing the prompt in his system panel, Ivan shook his head in disappointment and put the bottle back. The activity level of these blood samples was too low; it was unclear how long they had been stored, making them unusable for creating bloodline fusion potions.
"One bottle of Dragon Blood for 35 Galleons, Thestral blood for 50 Galleons, and Unicorn blood for 70 Galleons!"
The vendor was an old witch with a pipe in her mouth, wearing a pointed hat. She puffed on her pipe and, seeing Ivan shake his head, leaned in closer, staring at him.
"But since you look so cute, how about I give you a 30% discount, dear?"
Ivan subtly moved back. He didn't know the market prices well, but he knew these were abnormally high. In Diagon Alley, a Unicorn Horn only cost 21 Galleons.
"Why is Unicorn blood so much more expensive?" Ivan asked curiously.
"Have you ever heard of someone raising a Unicorn?" the old witch asked.
Ivan understood. Dragons were sometimes bred in certain places, and some Thestrals had been tamed by Wizards, so their prices were naturally lower.
"Haven't you made your choice yet?" At this moment, Douglas approached, noticed the three bottles Ivan was looking at, and frowned. He picked up one of the bottles, took out some Galleons from his bag, and placed them on the stall.
"Black market price, Thestral blood for 11 Galleons. I'll take this one!"
The old witch's hand holding the pipe trembled, and she raised her eyebrows, ready to scold him, but she stopped when she saw who it was. She smacked her lips and said,
"Mad Dog Dugarte?"
"Say that again, and I'll dunk your head in a cauldron!" Douglas grinned, dropped the money, and pulled Ivan away from the stall.
"What do you need Thestral blood for? I was just looking", Ivan said helplessly.
"Don't worry, it won't be wasted. Even if you don't need it, your mother will", Douglas winked at him.
Ivan's expression stiffened, thinking Douglas had discovered his secret of fusing bloodlines, but then he realized Douglas was likely referring to the use of the blood in making certain Magic Items. He let out a slow breath and then asked curiously,
"Why did that old witch call you that just now?"
"Sometimes having a intimidating nickname can save you a lot of trouble", Douglas said with a flicker in his eyes.
Ivan didn't press further. After spending the afternoon with Douglas, he didn't see him as a mad dog, despite his fondness for drinking and eccentric behavior.
Could it be because he gets rowdy when drunk?
Ivan looked at Douglas's tipsy appearance and subtly kept a bit of distance.
(End of Chapter)
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