Marvel's Hogwarts Wizard Chapter 209: The Four House-Elf Siblings (Third Update) - Novel Cool

Chapter 209: The Four House-Elf Siblings (Third Update)

Chapter 209: The Four House-Elf Siblings (Third Update)

"I want all three of these!"

Jerry approached the largest stall in the Black Market and pointed at the three remaining house-elves.

Money talks, and Jerry was certainly making a statement.

The vendor was as surprised to see Jerry as the other stall owners had been, but still greeted him warmly and sold the three house-elves to him.

Thirty thousand Galleons were laid out on the stall table, the gold gleaming and drawing the attention of almost every dark wizard present.

It's like having a house worth two million dollars in the city, which might not be much, but when you walk into a store and lay down two million dollars in cash to buy something, it definitely makes you stand out.

Everyone's impression of you would undoubtedly be two words: "Rich Tycoon!"

After paying, Jerry put the three house-elves into his Box Space and strutted out of the tent.

He was being so bold to see if he could lure any fools to follow him. After all, he didn't plan to come back tomorrow.

After Jerry left, the dark wizards in the Black Market began to speculate and gossip, but none of them followed him out.

Who among those who frequented the Black Market wasn't a seasoned veteran, well-versed in the ways of the market, or at least had someone who was?

They were all aware of the strength of the seven dark wizards who had ambushed Jerry.

Such incidents usually only happened to new, wealthy wizards who were unfamiliar with the Black Market. Regular visitors were generally left alone by the stall owners.

Now that the seven dark wizards had vanished without a trace, who would dare to mess with that young wizard?

"Big Sister, do you think my worries from yesterday were unnecessary?"

The young dark wizard from yesterday was also in the crowd, watching Jerry strut away with a very complex expression on his face.

The older woman sighed, "This serves as a reminder that we should never underestimate any wizard who comes to the Black Market, and we shouldn't easily trust those who seem harmless."

At the same time,

In the French Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Auror Command Office.

A middle-aged Auror reported to an elderly man who was sitting in a chair, reading a newspaper and sipping coffee:

"Director, there's been an issue in the Black Market. A young wizard has been luring—"

"Interesting. That doesn't sound like the work of a typical young wizard!"

The old man finished his report, put down his newspaper, and showed a hint of interest.

The middle-aged Auror nodded, "According to our analysis, the individual may be a Metamorphmagus, likely the dangerous dark wizard who clashed with our Aurors a few months ago!"

Metamorphmagi are a rare and special type of wizard. They are born with the ability to transform their appearance at will, similar to the effects of Polyjuice Potion, but not through illusion.

"That's the one who held his own against a dozen of your Aurors and managed to escape without a scratch?"

The old man's face showed a hint of surprise.

After a moment of thought, he agreed that the middle-aged Auror's analysis made sense. The ability to kill seven dark wizards without injury indicated a strength on par with the dark wizard from before.

It was highly unlikely that two such powerful and unknown dark wizards could appear simultaneously within a few months.

So, it was highly probable that they were the same person, and a Metamorphmagus at that. No wonder they had searched for so long and found nothing.

"Should we take action and kill him as the people below want us to?"

The middle-aged Auror made a gesture of waving a wand.

The old man thought for a moment and shook his head:

"Forget it. He hasn't broken the Black Market rules. It's just that the stall owners are too naive. Besides, it's best not to provoke such a ruthless character; it could get very troublesome otherwise!"

The Black Market operates in the shadows. If things escalate and he gets implicated, it wouldn't be good.

"As one gets older, one just wants a bit more stability. Besides, his money will end up buying our goods, so we won't lose out!"

The old man smiled, got up, and picked up his briefcase, patting the middle-aged Auror on the shoulder:

"Alright, it's getting late. I'm going home to rest. You can handle the rest of the work. I'll be retiring soon, and you'll be taking over then!"

"Yes, Director, I will do my best!"

The middle-aged Auror stood up, his face filled with excitement.

"Is this a complete abandonment?"

After leaving the Black Market tent, Jerry wandered around for a while but didn't encounter any Dark Wizards looking for trouble. He knew that the plan for another job was likely to be scrapped.

Summoning the twelve robot soldiers that had been invisibly hovering in the air, he sent them back to the Box Space. Then, Jerry released the Nightmare and transformed into the appearance of the person who had come before, returning to the inn on French Magic Street.

"What are your names?"

In the Box Space, Jerry asked the four house-elves who were bowing before him.

"I'm Biggie!"

"I'm Tiny!"

"I'm Plenty!"

"I'm Little!"

The four house-elves respectfully reported to Jerry.

When Jerry bought them, he became their new master. According to house-elf tradition, the four siblings would forever be loyal to Jerry, and their descendants would be loyal to Jerry's descendants.

"Biggie, Tiny, Plenty, Little? Such casual names!"

Jerry couldn't help but twitch his lips when he heard the names of the house-elves.

It seemed their previous owner didn't take them very seriously.

This was quite common. Most house-elves led rather miserable lives, as many witches treated them like slaves.

In comparison, the house-elves at Hogwarts had it much better. Apart from cooking and cleaning, they weren't beaten or verbally abused, nor were they tortured with magic.

However, Jerry didn't plan to change their names. While the names were simple, they were easy to remember.

"Um, I heard you four are siblings. Who is the oldest brother and who are the sisters?"

To Jerry, the four house-elves looked very similar, and he couldn't tell their ages or genders easily.

The four house-elves introduced themselves: Biggie was the oldest and the brother, Tiny was the second and also a brother, Plenty was the third and a sister, and Little was the youngest and a sister.

"Alright, from now on, you'll be with me. As long as you're obedient, I won't mistreat you. But we still need to seal the pact!"

Jerry nodded and raised his hand to start drawing the Pact Magic array.

Although house-elves were a bit ugly, Jerry didn't discriminate against them like other witches.

While he wasn't a particularly kind person, he was still a normal human and didn't enjoy abusing others.

(End of Chapter)

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