Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 278 On the Secret of Longevity (Two in One)

Knockturn Alley, Tavern Box.

Lockhart saw Snape's leaving figure, looked around the box, and smiled lightly.

Stretch out your wand and lightly tap your mask.

The next moment, the pale mask turned into black, and bloody threads appeared above the mask, outlining a strange smiling face.

At the same time, the figure under the black robe began to slowly change, and at the same time, the temperament exuded was a bit gloomy, even revealing a hint of madness.

A moment later, Lockhart stretched out his wand and tapped it lightly, an ice field quietly emerged, looking at the reflection of a black necromancer, he nodded slowly.

The core of Knockturn Alley, just a rough scan just now, found a lot of good things.

Take advantage of the time today to do some shopping.

By the way, explore the bottom.

Walking out of the tavern, the originally noisy atmosphere became silent, only the slight chirping of cicadas, and scattered figures of black necromancers.

The light yellow light on the side of the road illuminates the street in front of it, and it looks a bit weird when paired with the gloomy temperament of the black necromancer on the street.

Strolling on the street, Lockhart looked at the surrounding shops, some selling black magic items, some selling some dark materials, and even some selling magical animals.

Basically, these commodities all have one thing in common, items that are expressly prohibited from sale by the Ministry of Magic.

After looking around for a while, Lockhart entered a shop that sold black magic items. The sign above the shop read—Jones Small Shop.

"Welcome to Jones' store, what do you need?"

As soon as he entered the store, a slightly hoarse voice came from his ear.

I saw a somewhat skinny and slightly aged witch raised her head and asked Lockhart.

"What is the most expensive magic item here?" Lockhart looked at the witch in front of him and asked in a cold, mechanical voice.

To judge the quality of this store, you can know a little bit through the top items he sells.

The witch named Jones heard what Lockhart said, stared at the strange red smiling face on the other's mask, fell silent for a moment, and then the hoarse voice sounded again.

"It's fine for customers to see it, but do you have the strength to buy it?"

Lockhart was not surprised to hear the other party's suspicion.

Stretch out the magic wand, tap lightly, and a gray Crystal ball revealing the atmosphere of darkness, despair, and death emerges.

In the Crystal ball, a large amount of gray mist lingered inside, constantly changing various strange shapes, and faintly, the wailing of a large number of souls could be heard.

This is the same as the black magic bracelet that was traded with Chitong just now. It was obtained from the Lestrange vault, and it is very likely that it is the black magic item that Voldemort gave to Bella.

It was useless for Lockhart to hold it, so he naturally found a way to make a move.

Looking at the gray sphere floating in the mid-air and the fluctuation of its magic power, the old and skinny Witch Jones flashed a trace of greed and longing in her eyes.

snort!

Seeing this, Lockhart let out a cold snort, and took a step forward, exuding a mass of killing aura at the same time.

After Jones sensed it, he took a step back subconsciously, and then a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Seeing Jones' performance, Lockhart nodded slightly, and continued to say in a cold mechanical voice: "Is it okay?"

"Definitely it's fine, honored guest." Although Jones' voice was still hoarse, there was a flash of eagerness.

Soon, two things appeared in front of Lockhart.

A pale skull, and a black flag reeking of blood.

"Pale bones can quickly restore magic power by sacrificing vitality, and it can also increase the power of most black magic, and even the death curse can be increased."

"If you want, 2000 Gold Galleons."

Witch Jones stretched out her wand, pointed gently at the pale skull, and introduced in a hoarse voice.

After Lockhart heard it, he didn't respond, and set his eyes on the black flag.

Seeing this, Jones further introduced: "The biggest feature of Banner of Disaster is that it can seal off space, and at the same time, it can reserve a large amount of black magic in advance."

"As long as you wave the flag, all the magic inside can be released in an instant, just like a natural disaster."

"The more stored, the greater the power."

Hearing this, Lockhart's eyes lit up, but after a little thought, he continued to ask, "How many spells can be stored at most?"

"Do you have any other magic items of similar quality?"

After hearing this, Jones said proudly: "The inventory varies depending on the quality of the spell, but a top-notch black magic like the Killing Curse can store at least 50, which is enough to start a small necromancer battle."

"Can Fiendfire be stored?" Lockhart continued to ask.

In the Marvel world, Fiendfire is very cool to use. The only difficulty is that every time he casts it, he needs to prepare and outline the runes in advance.

If it is a fierce battle, there is no time to cast it.

"Okay." Jones nodded curtly.

"Okay, if the price is right, I'll take this." Lockhart said flatly.

But Jones seemed to hear the tone of a local tyrant, and said with a smile.

"Guest, this is the treasure of my store. It has been with me for nearly 30 years and helped me kill many powerful enemies."

"So. 10,000 Gold Galleons!"

Hearing this number, Lockhart stared at the other person with cold and murderous eyes, and a menacing aura seemed to press Jones towards him.

As if to tell the other party again, if there is no reasonable explanation, don't blame him for making a move.

The number just now is simply using him as a armor.

When the witch Jones saw this, her expression froze, and she quickly added: "Guest, or you can choose to trade with the magic item just now, plus 1,000 Galleons."

Hearing this, Lockhart suddenly realized that the other party had taken a fancy to the magic item just now.

But I'm a little confused, he hasn't introduced yet, the attributes and function of this magic item, why does the other party want it?

It was as if he could see Lockhart's doubts through the Black mask.

Jones immediately explained: "Guest, although death balls are rare, I was lucky enough to see them before."

"It has been of great help to me."

Death Ball, the original name of this black magic item similar to a gray Crystal ball.

The name is also apt, it incorporates a lot of necromancer souls, including vitality, including the latter, which can also be replenished by killing necromancers or other life.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as death.

As for the role

When casting black magic, it can be used as a substitute to reduce the backlash caused by casting black magic. For black necromancer, it is considered a very good magic item.

But for him, it didn't help much.

He now casts most of the black magic he has mastered through runes, and the backlash has naturally been reduced a lot.

Moreover, killing necromancers for no reason is not in line with his character.

Besides, black magic's backlash, he also has his own solution.

Thinking about it, Lockhart looked at Jones's old face as if he had been backlashed, and a smile flashed across his face.

"The price is too high. If you want a death ball, you must not only give me the Banner of Disaster, but also 1,000 Gold Galleons."

"After all, you know the effect of the death ball."

After Jones heard it, he cursed inwardly.

The value of the Banner of Disaster is basically the same as that of the Ball of Death.

She wanted 1,000 Galleons in order to make a profit, after all, she was also open for business.

In the end, the other party actually wanted to ask him for 1,000 Galleons. What's his attitude?

Thinking about it, Jones felt a little helpless.

As a black necromancer, the black magic used by the research is simply countless, and the accumulated backlash makes him and her in their 30s have a 50-year-old face, body, and spirit. Shendu is affected to a certain extent.

This is because she made up for it through certain means, otherwise it would only be more troublesome.

But looking at the strange smiling face on the opponent's Black mask, a sneer flashed in Jones's heart.

After a while, Jones nodded and said in a helpless tone, "Okay."

Seeing this, Lockhart waved his hand, and the gray death ball emerged in his hand, staring at Jones.

And Jones reached out and took out a space extension bag, and handed it to Lockhart.

Lockhart stretched out his hand to follow it, examined it carefully, and found that the 1,000 gold Galleons were genuine, and that no manipulation had been done.

Well, as Lockhart who owns a Galleon factory, he still trusts his own judgment.

At the same time, Lockhart saw that the other party had put away the Pale Bones, leaving only the Banner of Calamity in the air.

With a light wave, the ball of death floated towards Jones, while Lockhart reached out and absorbed the Banner of Calamity in mid-air through magic power.

Jones didn't stop, just reached out to catch the floating death ball.

After Lockhart held the Calamity Banner, magic power flowed in, and while expulsing the magic imprint inside, he felt the information from it.

After a while, Wei Wei nodded, the effect was basically the same.

After a glance, he found that he didn't need any black magic items for sale around him, so he turned and left.

After Jones saw it, he didn't stop him in any way, but simply said: "Guests are welcome to come again next time."

But staring at Lockhart's leaving figure, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

It would be nice to do business steadily, An'an, and she must be tricked.

After Lockhart left the shop, he glanced back at the plaque of Jones' shop, with a twinkle of pity in his eyes.

Then he walked towards the depths of the street. When he passed by just now, he saw a nice shop.

The ones sold there are all kinds of precious magical creatures.

Tsk tsk, this is a good thing.

Originally not only can be used as continuously generated magic materials, their ability also has many singularities.

Although there are many animals in the inner space of his magic suitcase, they are all ordinary things.

Fantastic creatures are few and far between.

A moment later, Lockhart stopped at a shop called Fantastic Beasts.

Through the glass outside, you can see various transparent boxes placed inside and the magical creatures inside the boxes.

A smile flashed across his face, and he entered directly.

"Hi, welcome to the House of Fantastic Beasts." A young necromancer respectfully said to Lockhart, "What kind of magical creature do you want?"

"Let me take a look first." Lockhart said indifferently.

"Okay." The young necromancer nodded eagerly: "Look, the price of each magical animal is marked below."

"If you buy a large quantity, I can apply to the boss for you and give you a certain discount."

"Yeah." Lockhart nodded slightly, hummed indifferently, and looked around without saying anything.

hiss! hiss! (Look, here comes another necromancer)

In Lockhart's eyes, in a box not far away, there was an orange-yellow rune snake with three snake heads, mixed with black stripes.

Just now, it was the snake head on the left who acted as the decision maker staring at him, spitting out the snake letter constantly and making a hissing sound.

And he, who has practiced Parseltongue specially, and often communicates with basilisks, naturally understands what they mean.

hiss! hiss! hiss! (Idiot, people come every day, and they say this every time, don’t you find it annoying?)

The smuggler on the far right, who was acting as a critic, glanced at Lockhart, and cursed directly at the smuggler next to him as usual.

And the snake head in the middle, who assumed the role of the fantasist, didn't say anything, just stared at the front blankly.

After being scolded, the snake head on the left seemed very annoyed, and cursed back, and the other party naturally began to curse too.

hiss! hiss! hiss!

All of a sudden, there was a constant hissing sound, all over the store.

When the young necromancer next to him heard it, he hurried over, stretched out his wand, and skillfully pointed at a certain position on the box.

Soon, a trace of White gas appeared inside the box, and the two snake heads were scolding, including the dazed snake head in the middle.

Slowly lay down and fell into a deep sleep.

After the young necromancer finished, he turned his head to look at Lockhart's staring eyes, and quickly explained: "My lord, this is a rune snake. His fangs and annual shedding are good magic materials."

"Although it's a bit noisy, as long as you prepare in advance and dispose of the snake head on the right, it won't be so noisy."

"And there's a huge increase in lifespan."

"If you need it, we can help to deal with it, so there will be no problems."

After Lockhart stopped seeing him, his expression was a little strange.

Why did he sound familiar, as if he had castrated those puppies and cats in his previous life.

And the effect seems to be basically the same.

Quiet, long-lived, and well-behaved.

After hearing this, Lockhart was silent. After thinking for a while, he still said, "No need to deal with it. I'll keep this rune snake for me. I'll look at the others first."

Well, save it for the little snake to train.

Afterwards, stroll around the store slowly and watch all kinds of magical creatures inside the boxes.

It is worthy of being a shop that specializes in selling prohibited magical creatures.

Lockhart saw many cherished magical creatures, and he wanted to buy them all, but the prices were not low. It would be too extravagant to buy them all.

silently thought about it

Then, after visiting the entire store.

"Here, bird snake, Bowtruckle, Witchbird, Rune Snake. I'll take them all."

"Call your boss over here."

Lockhart named more than 10 magical creatures.

Then he proudly took out a space extension bag and tipped it lightly on the counter, a large amount of Galleons spilled on the counter.

After the young necromancer saw it, his face was full of surprise, and he said hastily: "Wait, wait, sir, I will contact the boss immediately."

Soon, a chubby boss came over and said to Lockhart with a smile on his face, "Hi, I'm the boss of the House of Fantastic Beasts."

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After a while, through the enthusiastic exchange between the two parties, and the performance of Lockhart's local tyrant.

In the end, Lockhart walked out of the store carrying a simple version of the magic suitcase as a gift.

After walking out of the store, he took a look at the simple version of the magic suitcase, and then looked at the store in front of him.

Lockhart nodded in satisfaction.

Finally, I met a decent black necromancer.

After that, he walked towards other shops, taking advantage of today's opportunity, it would be best to complete the layout of Knockturn Alley in one fell swoop.

(end of this chapter)