Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

Allen, who had just finished showing off his cuteness, acted very calmly.

What happened to being cute? I rely on my face to make a living, that's my own ability! Although the results are not obvious.

Is it shameful to rely on your own ability to make a living? Of course it's not embarrassing, on the contrary Allen is quite proud.

After leaving Tuofan Clothing Store, Allen continued shopping along the alley next to it.

In the alley, there were some less well-dressed wizards sitting on the roadside setting up stalls.

These products are as dusty as their owners. Some are defective products that are unwanted by the store, and some simply come from improper sources. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are fakes.

But after all, this is Diagon Alley, not Diagon Alley next door. These things are smuggled at most, and they won't be the kind of bloody stolen goods.

Therefore, the prices here are also very cheap, but buying things here is a test of your eyesight, otherwise those down-and-out wizards will not mind selling you garbage disguised as high-end goods and ripping you off.

As for trying to show off your skills here, that is absolutely impossible. What is sold here are magic materials, not relics and cultural relics. The latter are prohibited products for sale, and you can only buy them by digging in the alleys.

It would be unrealistic to pick up missing magic materials. The real ones here are basically obtained by the wizard himself. He knows better than you what kind of thing he cut off.

Only Allen will know better than those wizards, because he has an eye for discernment.

Walking in this alley, which is remote but has a lot of people, for some reason Allen can always feel the gaze of others.

This is probably the trouble of handsome people, right?

Allen whistled, his discriminating eyes scanning the specious products.

After neglecting some of the rare products [unicorn horn] [fire dragon dried heart] [acromantula fangs], Allen stopped in front of a stall and picked up a can Products marked [Dragon Blood].

The price tag on this thing is quite cheap, only 50 galleons a pint.

The normal price of dragon's blood is 150 galleons per pint. Such an outrageous price difference obviously means there's something fishy about this thing.

It is said that dragon blood is actually more expensive than dragon liver. I don’t know how the wizard prices it. It is obvious that dragon blood stems can be collected for a long time. How can I get it?

Allen squatted in front of the stall and looked at the wizard in front of him, his eyes lingering on the man's bandaged arm for a moment.

"Don't sell this thing," Allen pointed at the bottle of dragon blood. "It's too fake."

The stall owner lazily raised his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "50 galleons a pint and you actually want to buy the real thing, little brat, I'm afraid you're not awake."

He didn't make any excuses, he just said it directly.

Allen didn't speak, just looked at the bottle of dragon blood that was considered fake and smiled.

Because this bottle of "dragon's blood" revealed its true identity in the eyes of analysis.

[Dragon blood (mixed with a lot of impurities)]

This is indeed a bottle of dragon blood, but it is mixed with too many other things, which greatly reduces its value.

But there is no doubt that it does contain dragon blood, so Alan felt that the stall owner in front of him might actually have pure dragon blood mixed with it.

Of course, there is another important point.

Allen stared at the stall owner, his hunting level floating before his eyes.

Hunting level: 85!

This man is actually a wizard with about the same power as Professor McGonagall. It is outrageous for a wizard of this power to sell fakes, because with his ability, it is probably easier to get genuine goods than to make them.

"Then let's talk quickly," Allen said. "I want to buy dragon blood, real dragon blood. How much will you pay for it?"

"Ha," the stall owner smiled disdainfully, "You? Why are you buying dragon blood? Are you playing house? Don't disturb my business if you have nothing to do. Get out of here."

"What you said makes no sense." Allen took out a handful of gold coins directly from his wallet. The shining gold attracted the attention of many people. "You don't need to worry about why I buy dragon blood. You only need to answer Still not selling.”

The stall owner stared at Allen for a while, then suddenly grinned.

"Boy, you are quite brave." He said and suddenly stood up. Black was alarmed by the other party's movements. He flapped his wings and almost wanted to fly away, but was caught by Allen.

At this time, Allen realized that this man had been curled up on the ground. However, his large clothes obscured his figure and made Allen make a mistake. When the man stood up, Allen discovered that this man was at least two meters tall. .

This makes Allen, who has just reached 1.4 meters, feel as if he is looking at a giant.

"My goods are all placed elsewhere." The tall wizard smiled at Allen, lifted up his messy hair, and revealed a face full of burn marks, which looked hideous and terrifying.

Allen, who has the ability of dragon breath, saw something from the burn marks.

Those were the scars caused by the dragon's breath.

"Come with me if you dare."

With that said, he left without looking back, not even caring about the goods in that place.

Allen was stunned for a moment, followed quickly and asked, "Don't you want all your things?"

"It's just a bunch of fakes anyway, what do you want them for?" the tall wizard said coolly.

The two figures, one large and one small, gradually walked away. A trace of pity flashed in the eyes of the wizards setting up stalls around them. They seemed to want to do something but couldn't make up their minds. Finally, they focused on the "garbage" left behind by the big guy.

Then a group of people, like hyenas, snatched away the fakes that the tall wizard despised without hesitation and put them into their own stalls. Some even got into a fight because of grabbing a fake.

Just kidding, although you can’t make a lot of money, fakes are still valuable. If you encounter someone who is not discerning, you can still make a fortune!