"Yes, yes." Mr. Bock nodded repeatedly in agreement. After examining carefully, he said with a smile, "Do you need anything else, Mr. Sebastian?"
"I also need a Fire Dragon Heart," Harry said.
"This..." Mr. Bock hesitated.
"What's wrong? You don't have it here?" Harry raised an eyebrow and asked.
"No, that's not it." Mr. Bock smiled, "It's just that the Fire Dragon Heart is in high demand, and the price..."
"If the price is right, I'll take it," Harry said nonchalantly.
"Alright, alright," Mr. Bock quickly said, "Hmm... I have a heart from a Black Dragon from the Hebrides Islands, it's a bit more expensive, requiring thirty-six Galleons, ten Sickles, and seven Knuts."
"Why is it so uneven?" Harry frowned, "How about this, if you're willing to sell it for thirty Galleons, I'll take the Black Dragon Heart."
He definitely didn't want to be taken for a ride; the last time he bought a Fire Dragon Heart, it wasn't this expensive.
"That won't do!" Mr. Bock immediately protested loudly, "Mr. Sebastian, this is a fresh Fire Dragon Heart, harvested not even two days ago, and I have to use suitable magic to encapsulate it. The price I'm asking is absolutely fair and reasonable!"
"Your price isn't suitable for me." Harry remained unmoved, absentmindedly twirling his Magic Wand, eyes fixed on the patterns at the bottom of the wand.
"Mr. Sebastian, look around, can you find a Fire Dragon Heart elsewhere in Diagon Alley?" Mr. Bock continued to persuade Harry to accept his price, "The Ministry of Magic has long stipulated that you need proper certification to buy a Fire Dragon Heart, proving what you'll use this heart for—besides my place, who else can sell you a Fire Dragon Heart without the necessary qualifications?"
"Thirty Galleons." Harry remained firm as a mountain.
"Thirty-two Galleons, Mr. Sebastian," Mr. Bock sighed, "I won't make money from this—cost price, selling it to you! Just to make friends with you!"
"Thirty Galleons." Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Thirty-one!" Mr. Bock sighed, "Don't make me lose too much...it's hard to make money in the black market business these days."
"Thirty Galleons." Harry remained completely unmoved.
Mr. Bock took a deep breath.
"Alright, I'll sell it to you at a loss!" He gritted his teeth as if this deal cost him a fortune, "Anyway, you'll come to the shop often, just to make friends with you!"
He turned around and took out a magical small box from below.
"Inside is the heart of the Black Dragon from the Hebrides Islands." Mr. Bock carefully opened the box to show Harry.
Harry of course recognized what it was. After verifying it, he closed the box and put the heart into his pocket.
Then, he counted out thirty Galleons and placed them on the table.
"Thank you, dear sir," Mr. Bock said slickly.
Inwardly, he was laughing—fortunately, fortunately, he made a neat profit of six Galleons from this deal!
Harry looked at Mr. Bock, half-smiling. He knew the seller was making a profit on this transaction.
But he didn't want to cut things off completely, the Black Dragon Heart was indeed hard to get, allowing the seller to make some profit was fine.
After all, as Mr. Bock said, you really can't find it elsewhere.
"One last thing," Harry asked, "I also need a fang from a Snake Monster."
Mr. Bock paused.
"What did you say?"
He hadn't misheard the request; he just couldn't believe what Harry was asking for.
"I said I need some Snake Monster fangs," Harry said casually, picking up some sand from the table and pinching it in his palm, "Is this the Sands of Time? Weigh out five ounces for me."
"Alright, dear sir," Mr. Bock took a small shovel and measured out five ounces of the Sands of Time, apologizing, "Sorry, Mr. Sebastian, I don't have any Snake Monster fangs here."
"Didn't you say you could get anything here?" Harry said casually, watching him.
Mr. Bock quickly waved his hand, "But that doesn't include Snake Monster fangs; Snake Monsters are magical creatures forbidden by the Ministry of Magic to cultivate. If I could find a channel for Snake Monster fangs, I would definitely sell them in the shop—because selling them isn't illegal, but I have no supply channel."
"Then do you know where a Snake Monster might be?" Harry asked.
"I really don't know," Mr. Bock shook his head, "The Snake Monster is indeed rare, it can't be tamed, only obeys commands in Serpent Tongue—and since the Gaunt family died off, who among us is born with Serpent Tongue? So no one is cultivating Snake Monsters anymore."
The Gaunt family has died out?
Harry felt a bit nostalgic but didn't sympathize.
After all, besides Omnius, the sunshine-hearted boy, the rest of the Gaunt family weren't good people.
To say they were twisted was generous.
"What about Greece?" Harry asked again, "I remember they liked cultivating Snake Monsters in Greece, even the first Snake Monster was bred by the despicable Helbo—a Greek wizard—are none left in Greece now?"
"The Greek Ministry of Magic expressly prohibits breeding such monsters," Mr. Bock said with a sigh, "Alas."
"Alas," Harry shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity such a good tradition hasn't continued."
Mr. Bock suddenly looked up, casting a complex gaze at "Sebastian."
Goodness, you...
What good tradition is this? Do you misunderstand good traditions?
Although, in some way, Mr. Bock agreed with Harry's statement.
After all, Snake Monster fangs and snake skins are in high demand, using one depletes the amount available.
Everyone knows someone is secretly breeding Snake Monsters—because they're incredibly rare.
But everyone also understands breeding them means prison time, so no one dares to reveal anything.
"Since that's the case, I'll take my leave," Harry politely bowed to Mr. Bock, "May Merlin guide your way, Mr. Bock."
"You too, Mr. Sebastian," Mr. Bock returned the courtesy.
Harry fulfilled half of his goals with this purchase trip to Diagon Alley.
The materials needed to open Slytherin's Study now just lacked the Angel's Feather deposited at Gringotts.
He also planned to prepare Magic Wands for his classmates in the Dueling House, which were on the Dark Wizards in Diagon Alley.
He could buy them at Olivander's Shop—but wouldn't he have to spend money?
If he could obtain them for free, why spend money?
Harry understood these calculations well.
He planned to borrow Magic Wands from the Dark Wizards, since they weren't coming to him voluntarily, he'd go to them.
Having decided, Harry lowered his hood and walked forward.
Going into a small alley, Harry entered, glancing around, he saw a tightly closed door.
"Revilio!"
With the Detection Spell, Harry discovered the Dark Wizard lying inside the house.
He politely knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
A gruff voice came from inside.
Soon, the door opened, revealing a face that wasn't pleasant.
The wizard grinned menacingly.
"What's the matter, kid?"
"Hello, I'd like to borrow your Magic Wand," Harry said politely.
The wizard became enraged upon hearing Harry.
"Are you insulting me? Four-eyed kid! Don't you know I was from Azkaban..."
"Oh, seems you're unwilling,"
Harry raised an eyebrow, pointing a finger at the wizard's chest.
"Then, sorry—Imperio!"
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