bookbashuk Chapter 333 Bokinburg Store! Ethan Zhang's Knockover Alley is just like the Zhang family's
Chapter 333 Bokinburg Store! Ethan Zhang's Knockover Alley is just like the Zhang family's
Chapter 333 Bokinburg Store! Ethan felt right at home when he returned to Knockturn Alley.
Before he could finish speaking...
Ron's smile froze on his face.
Harry realized what he had said.
He paused for a moment.
He immediately chuckled and changed his tune!
"Haha, I'm just kidding! How could Ethan possibly become the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Dumbledore isn't crazy!"
"Yes, yes!"
Ron echoed his sentiments.
Just thinking about that possibility made him tremble!
My body seems to bear the imprint of those painful and torturous memories!
Ron: "Look, look at this moonstone, how smooth and shiny it is!"
"A professor who can use these normal materials must be a normal person too!"
"Haha, hahahaha!"
The two chuckled dryly and quickly changed the subject.
the other side.
The central figure in the discussion is the newly appointed Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Ethan Vincent.
He was humming a little tune happily as he flipped through his lesson plans.
"Is casting spells without a staff difficult to learn? If it's difficult, then let's just leave it. That way, everyone will definitely be more motivated, right?"
Ethan thought to himself.
To prepare the young wizards for the storms of the future.
He has a long way to go and a heavy responsibility to bear!
Hehe ~
Ethan slammed the heavy book shut.
It licked its canine teeth and its eyes crinkled with anticipation.
After buying the school supplies.
Ethan proposed:
Come here.
Why not take advantage of the early hour and visit other attractions?
Mr. Weasley chuckled. "Where are you going? To see the Twins' joke shop that's under construction? Or to get some ice cream?"
'
Ethan: "Go to Knockover Alley."
Mr. Weasley: "...Ha, ha, I must have misheard. You mean, to Puffy Pet Shop."
Ethan: "I said, I'm going to flip over the alley."
Mr. Weasley:
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His originally cheerful and kind smile.
Suddenly, they became terrified.
Wide-eyed.
He looked at Ethan in shock!
That nonchalant demeanor.
It seems they're not heading to a dangerous gathering place of dark wizards, but rather to stroll through their own backyard!
however.
An arm can't twist a tentacle.
Humans cannot defeat the ancient gods.
finally.
Under Hermione's "preemptive defection".
They eventually turned into Flip-Over Alley.
We passed through a passageway marked with a metal sign indicating that the vehicle had been damaged.
They arrived at the dark wizard's "territory".
That's a biased view.
Not everyone gathered in Knockout Alley is a dark wizard.
But a good wizard would never come here.
at that time.
As evening approached, the setting sun shone like blood.
The fiery red-orange clouds gradually faded, casting clear shadows across the earth.
Hidden within are pairs of watchful eyes.
It felt as if danger might jump out at any moment.
This left Harry and his friends both curious and nervous.
Mr. Weasley, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, tightly embraced Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
He cautiously scanned their surroundings, repeatedly calling out, "Stay close to me, kids! This isn't the time to play around!"
"Oh, Merlin... I must have been out of my mind to agree to bring them here..."
'
Mr. Weasley ignored his son's shameful and angry resistance.
He kept muttering to himself.
In this dark place, all around, are scrutinizing gazes.
Mr. Weasley felt a strong sense of responsibility.
He was the only adult present.
We have a responsibility to protect these children!
It's his time to shine!
Mr. Weasley straightened his back.
Charging ahead, Ethan shouted, "Ethan! Don't walk too fast! Stay close to me!"
Ron rolled his eyes and impatiently tried to break free of his restraints.
In front.
Ethan heard the shouts.
He turned his head and looked at Mr. Weasley with a puzzled expression, who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy.
I took a closer look.
Um..
...Except for the old witch at the left alley entrance, who was holding a real eyeball.
And at the entrance of the alley on the right, the man walking there was already dead.
The rest.
It's not a big deal, is it?
For Ethan.
What preparations are needed to stroll through your own backyard?
Oh, indeed.
Those dark wizards should be prepared to face him.
Ethan showed the same patience Ravenclaw had with the other houses.
He said gently, "I'm going to the Borkin & Burke store. Would you like to come along?"
Ron couldn't wait: "Me too—"
Mr. Weasley exclaimed, "Borgingborough?! Merlin, you certainly know how to pick a place!"
He ruthlessly suppressed his son who kept complaining.
He said firmly, "That kind of place is too dangerous! We'll wait for you outside. Don't worry, I'll keep watch for you!"
"If you get into trouble, just shout!"
"6
'
Ethan raised his eyebrows.
Looking at the confident Mr. Weasley, he gave him the expression of "an old man on the subway looking at his phone".
..Danger?
Will he be in danger?
There was no prior notice that the magical world is going to be destroyed today.
Ethan hesitated, then said, "Alright, I'll go by myself then."
Although because of him.
There were many people around who were itching to do something...
But since Mr. Weasley is so confident, it should be fine, right?
Thinking this way.
Ethan then opened the portal directly.
Teleported to the Bokin Burke store at the end of the line of sight.
Disappear.
Only Mr. Weasley and a few others remained.
It stands alone in the middle of the overturned alley.
moment.
The number of prying eyes suddenly surged!
The shadows spread.
A rustling sound gradually enveloped them.
Mr. Weasley:
'
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Ok?
Why is there a second stage?
Stunned.
Ron scoffed, "Oh! That's great! Without Ethan, we're completely safe!"
Just as they raised their wands, they found themselves in an ever-shrinking encirclement.
A single, orange-yellow vertical pupil suddenly opened from the shadows!
Bockin Bock Store.
"Ring ring"
The wind chimes at the door rang.
"Don't touch it carelessly."
Mr. Burke, who was counting his money with his head down, said something casually.
He didn't even look up.
This fully demonstrates the hospitality of our guests.
Then a clear voice rang out: "Wrap up everything I can't touch."
In an instant.
It was as if he could hear Death calling in his ear.
A chill ran from Mr. Burke's feet all the way to the top of his head!
"Splash!"
The newly piled-up coins all rolled off.
Bock didn't care at all.
Before he even raised his head, an extremely fawning and ingratiating smile had already spread across his face.
His back instinctively bent down.
This fully demonstrates the hospitality of our guests.
"Oh—Merlin! What brings you here, my esteemed Lord Vincent?"
Bock shouted exaggeratedly.
He bowed deeply, arms outstretched, in a gesture of welcome.
He was practically crawling on the ground.
Ethan: "The spring breeze of revolution."
Mr. Burke:
'
The gloomy atmosphere in the store suddenly brightened up.
but.
Having seen his share of ups and downs, he quickly replied, "Oh, hehehe~ It's truly an honor to have you visit our shop. We recently received a new batch of goods, which haven't been put on the shelves yet. I wonder if there's anything that interests you?"
Ethan looked down at the shopkeeper, who was rubbing his hands together like a fly, with a half-smile. "Didn't you just say, 'Don't touch anything carelessly'? Well, I'd like to know just how dangerous these things that you can't touch are."
'
"...That was because I was blind! Of course you are free to touch and play with everything in the shop!"
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Mr. Burke's forehead.
As a true dark wizard, if you offend this master...
That's worse than death.
"Hmm."
Ethan responded through his nose.
Mr. Burke's body began to tremble involuntarily.
at this time.
Ethan's usually handsome and gentle face was now completely indifferent.
The way he looked at Burke was no different from how he looked at the dark magic objects around him.
It blends perfectly into this dark, upside-down alley.
I'm afraid Mr. Weasley will see this.
They will no longer be able to utter the word "protect".
They would only remain silent out of vigilance and fear.
Ethan: "I need paint that can be applied to certain types of skin. Ideally, it should contain elements of 'variation' and 'concealment.'"
He wanted to take advantage of Voldemort's exposed face.
Create a "disguise mask" to change your appearance!
after all.
I can't exactly go and teach with this familiar face on my face.
however.
The words "a certain type of skin".
However, Mr. Burke misunderstood.
...Ha, is this the "savior" that everyone praises?
Behind the scenes, they're even more cunning than those dark wizards!
Alas, the magical world is doomed.
With a feeling of melancholy in my heart.
Mr. Burke pondered, "Perhaps you know about the 'human-faced beetle'? The powder made from its hard shell is one of the ingredients used to make hallucinogenic drugs."
"It's just that it's quite rare, so the price is a bit..."
'
He didn't finish his sentence.
His gaze was fixed, fixed greedily on the gold coins that were falling like a waterfall from Ethan's fingers.
Soon, the table was piled high with food.
It tumbled to the ground with a clattering sound.
—Refined gold.
It is a "currency" that is even more advanced than the Jagallon.
It's a basic settlement method that nobody uses anymore.
Only those ancient and conservative fairy families possess such precious metals.
It seems that even the Walford family has never used fine wine to pay their bills.
"oh oh......
Bock couldn't help but reach out his hand.
Obsessed with wanting to touch this dazzling "Zhashan".
But the next second.
Ethan waved his hand, and the mountain was swept away.
Along with what rolled onto the floor.
as if.
It was just an illusion.
The magic of "Open Sesame" has dissipated.
The stone gate, which held all the world's treasures, closed mercilessly before him.
"No!"
"Bock blurted out."
His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands groped helplessly at the table: "Please, please let me see that unparalleled treasure one more time."
look up.
She met Ethan's pair of diamond-blue eyes, which held a hint of Bing'er's smile.
—At this moment.
Bock was startled to realize something.
His wings were gripped tightly by the demon, and he could no longer break free.
"
After a few seconds of silence.
Mr. Burke bowed deeply.
It was more submissive than ever before.
His tone was no longer as imposing as before.
He said respectfully, "Please come with me, Your Excellency Vincent... Please forgive me, but I suddenly realized that there is a better option than the human-faced tortoise."
Upon hearing this...
Looking down at the black magic item merchant who had completely submitted.
Ethan's lips curled up in a devilish grin.
He is the "lamp".
Holding the lamp of light.
Yes, with deeper darkness, swallowing up darkness—
"Demon King!"
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