Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 79 Old Bokin's Speculation: It Seems Like an Old Friend

Although I've always considered Boking-Bock a landmark, I've never been here before.

Pushing open the door, he found the interior pitch black, with only a few faint, dark red lights occasionally visible in the corners, flickering slightly as he moved, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

A putrid smell filled the air, sticky like a spider web, but when Siron held his wand up in front of him, the feeling vanished instantly.

"Come out," said Siron, waving his wand.

"A bright light flashed!"

The silver-white orb at the tip of the staff instantly expanded tenfold, appearing above the shop like a sun.

The Intense Light Charm is an upgraded version of the Illumination Charm. It can illuminate more space and also dispel some relatively weak dark creatures and curses. It is one of the most commonly used methods by Aurors.

However, if the spell is cast by Silvermane, and the location is a dark magic shop, the situation is different.

The properties of [Holy] and [Purifying] are brought to their fullest potential, like pouring boiling water onto a frozen lake, creating a constant hissing sound.

A stack of bloodstained playing cards suddenly burst into flames, and the previously motionless glass eyeballs quickly became covered with blue veins. Cracks appeared on the various bones on the counter, with a series of cracking sounds.

Even the masks on the wall, which were originally ferocious, gradually changed their expressions to those of pain and struggle.

"Stop! Stop it now!"

With a crash, a metal statue next to the counter split in two, and a hunched-over man emerged from it, staring at Xilun with a terrified look.

"You…" Siren quickly adjusted his tone, "It's truly astonishing, Mr. Borgin, that you're still alive?"

Karaktakus Bogin recalled the fleeting green light and the feeling of brushing past death. His legs went weak, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

As the owner of a shop selling dark magic items, Borgin is used to dealing with the darkest people in the magical world, from outlaws to werewolves, from vampires to poison merchants, all of whom are regulars here.

He even maintained an ambiguous relationship with his former Death Eaters.

But even with all these dangerous figures combined and appearing before him at the same time, they couldn't outweigh the chill that the magic he had just witnessed had stirred in his heart.

The Killing Curse, capable of instantly killing six wizards, completely overturned his understanding of dark magic. Even the Dark Lord from over a decade ago probably couldn't have done that.

Bokin had met the man whose name he couldn't even mention, and more than once, he had to recite "Avada Kedavra" twice when he wanted to kill two enemies.

Wait, did he just chant a spell?

I think I read it, but the voice sounded familiar, like I'd heard it somewhere before.

Before he could even process what was happening, the eerie curse seemed to have eyes, spotting him hiding in the shadows and flying straight towards him.

If he hadn't been afraid of being discovered and had been hiding inside a suit of magical armor, the number of wizards killed today might have increased from six to seven.

At that moment, Xiren also inadvertently noticed a hole that had been blown open on the metal statue. This must have been the thing that neutralized the final killing curse.

Xilun wasn't surprised. By then, the light of the Killing Curse had almost become a thin line, so it wasn't surprising that it could be neutralized.

However, Bokin seems to have misunderstood something.

This was exactly the result that Xiren wanted to see—Bokin, as the local bigwig in Knockturn Alley, must know something.

"You should know what I want to ask." The light on Siron's wand shone even brighter, and the bloodstained deck of cards could no longer hold on and was burned to ashes.

"My cursed card, fifteen Galleons!" Bojin sobbed, clutching his chest tightly with both hands, his heart aching so much he could hardly breathe.

"Stop, Ollivander brat." The disappearance of Garon seemed to dispel the fear instilled by the Killing Curse. Borgin stared at Siron, his lips trembling slightly. "This has nothing to do with me. Don't go too far!"

"It's okay? Then can you explain why they chose to attack me right in front of your shop?" Siren asked, squinting.

Bojin's face turned ashen. He also wanted to know why those lunatics had their eyes on this spot in front of his shop.

He almost lost his life because of it!

Everything that happened tonight felt like a nightmare, and for a long time to come, he would probably be awakened by that strange, deadly curse that could actively seek out its target.

"Tell me what you know." Siren didn't press too hard and proactively switched the Bright Light Charm to the Illumination Charm.

"What benefits would I get!" Bojin's expression changed, and he blurted out.

Even if he were to die here today, with the Killing Curse piercing his chest, his principles would not change.

And as he gradually came to his senses from the shadow of the Killing Curse, he thought of something else.

The six wizards who were killed had only appeared in Knockturn Alley a month ago. There are so many people like that that no one would care if they suddenly disappeared.

But his Borgin-Bock is connected to the Floo network in Knockturn Alley, and his location is crucial. If he dies, Knockturn Alley will be in chaos, and the Ministry of Magic will certainly not stand idly by. The Auror's intervention will do this Ollivander kid no good at all.

Besides, Bokin-Bock has been in Knockturn Alley for decades; it's his home turf. Even if the other side has some incredible tricks up their sleeve, he's not a lamb to the slaughter.

Bojin moved a step to the left, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Those six people outside..." Xilun pretended not to see his little trick, pointed outside, and said, "I'll only take one thing from them, the rest are yours, how about it?"

"Deal!" Bojin said in a greasy voice, as if afraid that Xilun would regret it.

"They are Death Eaters, from North America."

"Hmm?" Siren's expression remained unchanged. "What do the Death Eaters want with me? Shouldn't they be looking for Harry Potter?"

"For the wand," Borgin said ominously. "They've recruited a large number of werewolves."

Xilun understood immediately.

Werewolves transform on the night of a full moon, but unlike Animagus, this passive transformation does not allow magic to coat their clothes and wands.

Therefore, most werewolves lose their wands due to frequent transformations, cannot afford new ones, and dare not openly appear in Diagon Alley, leaving them with no choice but to rely on savage hand-to-hand combat.

"What are they planning to do by providing wands to werewolves?" Siron couldn't help but ask. "Assassinate Dumbledore? Or Harry Potter?"

"I don't know about that," Borgin said, "but you can recall what happened at Hogwarts last month."

"What do you mean?"

"The Gringotts vault was robbed," Bogin said, abandoning his slick tone, "and Quirinas Quirrell's unusual behavior... Some things, even if it's just speculation, are enough to drive some people crazy."

At this point, Bokin's expression became increasingly strange.

He remembered whose voice it was!

Thirteen years ago, this same voice, like an inescapable curse, haunted the hearts of every British wizard, to the point that they dared not even utter the other's name, referring to him only as "the mysterious man."

Although he couldn't believe the answer, his memory didn't lie; the voice he heard just now was exactly the same as the one in his memory.

Bojin glanced at Xilun again, and as if he had thought of something, his expression changed repeatedly, and his already hunched body became even shorter.